There was no grief
I felt free
Unwrapped in relief
Dropped to my knees
Clutched my chest
And said thank you please
Despair lifted
Angelic dreams
The war inside me ceased
The forecasted future
Was wiped clean
Stove unplugged
No more worrying about threes
Ghost metrics
Acidic rhetoric
Babies hidden in trees
Occupied beds
Extra deadheads
It’s over
That’s my four leaf clover
I have ideas
About the chapters in my book
And sometimes I make plans
But the best storyteller I know
The skilled dream weaver
Artist of life
Veil of secrets
Is the universe
The ultimate creator
And destroyer
That force you feel mixing in the air
Wondering which way
The magic will blow
I won’t come out
And light things up for you
I’m a new moon tonight
Half the time I’m alone at night
But this time
I was barefoot
On the marsh
When the sky dimmed to 3am
Smoke dripped
From my mouth
Nothing there
To carry it away
Only a few stars
Showed up
And the Moon
Was too shy
To see through the clouds
Sick flutters enslave me
To a slow pain
That feels like joy
They are anxieties
Hiding in corners of sleepy shadows
They are dark lyrics
Sloshing behind my teeth
So I plant them in the dirt
And let flowers bloom
Out of my throat
Because it is better to grow
Than pluck buttercups
If you feel darker than a storm
Expose the tulips
If the petals are like rotten velvet
Let rain silk your throat
If you cannot swallow
Let your guts overflow
To greet the mud
If the puddle does not sway
Splash until there’s mess
The following poem was inspired by a Serial Killer.
I hack
And slice and chop
Like a kid
Syrup sliding down my wrist
Power sponged in the creases
I tell them to stop dripping their tears
On my cement floor
And clawing for their life
As I lure it away
Time wavers
Their eyes drip into clouds
Nothing left inside
The moment dissolves
As I shiver
With blood love
Why did you float away
Through the tips of my skin
Leaving me with nothing
But logical thoughts?
Why do I align perfectly
Inside square boxes
Without any swerves
Or ticklish spots?
Make it stop because
My mind cannot conform
Or it will rot!
Below the trees is where I lay–
I wished to float free like the autumn leaves,
And gently live among the crisp fall breeze.
Here, confusion escaped me with relief,
And my troubles misplaced like snow-covered keys.
As the moon faded away the day,
I began to stray.
Tie yourself up
Seal it with a lock
Keep everyone away
And disappear
Your eyelashes are wet
But deep inside your soft heart
It smells like honeysuckles
Allyson is a writer, world traveler and future naturopathic doctor. This blog is her personal collection of poetry and art.
