made like
hybrid fixtures
everlasting debris
time stamped death planet
lost in shoot and ladder spaces
this thunder cunt nation
full of residue
we only come as a shell
of a woman
of a man
of a child
shitty floor model
half glued with screws missing
a soul inhabiting
just long enough
to wonder
why we’re built half assed
before its time
to be stripped down
(C) S. Lynette, 2023
sometimes it takes a while
to find the messages
in distant abandoned spaces
sometimes it takes a while
to feel something
during the lost eras
have lived on cutthroat edges
hitting the nerves
the high notes
the “don’t give a flying fucks”
driving through hearts
skipping over check points
drowning in disaster
shadowed promises
holding your hands
with the suicide thoughts
that walked you home
weightless dance of time
floating in your mind
at night when souls wake
to remind you of falling scrap metal
playing behind the scenes
music notes dance fine lines
to narrate the dark
that cloaks your sky
through times of regret
of that second chance
changes in the seasons
litter your rib cage
lost your way
through the trees
but some how
and in some way
the night becomes the light
you needed all along
(C) S. Lynette, 2023
parked car therapy sessions
with your hand on my knee
you got eyes like mine
windows of secrets
kaleidoscope hula hoops
convicted love bomb
in the iris
small road maps
to survival
together falling
in dilated black pools
blinded by everything
and nothing
all at the same time
(C) S. Lynette, 2023
colored lines
blending with time
spaces filled
with muted memory
ink seeping through paper
escaping painted faces
who linger off the pages
(C) S. Lynette, 2023
all things go dark
when the timing is off
blood bible stereo sessions
dainty hanging figures
bits of sickness riding echoes
hurting in silence
hurting in the open
this is what life is like now
when the storm comes through
the sun can’t wrestle the shine
it just observes from the sidelines
losing sight from what’s to come
days are heavy and nights are empty
all falling between spaces
small things come and go
while the heavy weighs you down
some will fly, some will sail
some, drowning in dark pools
grasping sharp edges
it’s all you know
fingertips gliding across splinters
tracing smoke signals with your eyes
burning pages written in code
they can’t read between the signs
secrets in the nook and crannies
magic doors
suicide notes
this is all tucked away in pages
you leave to find
breathing on your own
can make no sense at all
but you get up
take a deep breath and fly
(C) S. Lynette, 2023
lost dreams wandering
ricocheted from silent hope
thoughts crash
the living burn
loosing yourself
in a room full of mirrors
tired steps fade
tired bones turn to stone
forgetting your name
as the ceiling closes in
fantasy dark clouds rising
it rains for days
it all comes down to this
the end of days
with tears in your eyes
and hurt tattooed on your skin
through cracked surfaces
scars light up reckless
memories pour over
swallowing hollow
keeping close, the sun
when no one is looking
and reflections catch you
only lasting till tomorrow
(C) S. Lynette, 2023
press save
or delete
sometimes
the choice
is hard
because
surviving
is sometimes
too crippling
with the
past nipping
at your heels
sometimes
screaming
from the inside
is ignored
and at times
darkness
lingers a
little too
long when
you’re alone
dreaming in
grayscale
(C) S. Lynette, 2023
searching the curves
in symmetry
remnants of thoughts
from nights our bodies
were caressed by
fingertips
sheets drenched
from poetic exchanges
whispers fade
into silence
when drifting to sleep
embers will still burn
in the quiet of slumber
(C) S. Lynette, 2023
desires and passions
are strange
thoughts get stuck
in your head
in an abandoned
parking lot
life’s filter can make things
better than they appear
shag carpets
and secrets drenched
in wallpaper
you will ask
why this poem
isn’t colored in
tones
living life in
quotations until
it all feels real
and finally learning
all over again
(C) S. Lynette, 2023
you will ask
why this poem is
living on the wrong side
but that’s open
to interpretation
you will have
all sorts of questions
it will get under your skin
you will hate this poem
because of its
meaningless
stature
observation
is only part of
a result
but i’ve noticed
you only read
from the outside
which would explain a lot
(C) S. Lynette, 2023
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