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Stealing Lines ~NaPoWriMo2020 Day 8

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You remember too much…

Why hold onto all that?

And I said,

where can I put it down?

It is a heavy load

that doesn’t seem to lighten over time

Though I’ve tried burning it, burying it,

and boxing it away

And anyway,

how do I tell you how I got here without getting trapped in the past?


After all

I am alive only by accident

I’ve tried and failed to end the anguish

to end me

more than once


Failure has been a constant companion

And somehow

in this land of sadness and shadow

I find myself again,

I am no shadow.

Though there is a shadow

starting at my feet.

I’ve stitched it on

like Wendy did for Peter

but still

under the seams runs the pain


~Melanie Thomason


Stolen Lines honoring these fabulous poets:

Richard Siken “How do I tell you how I got here without getting trapped in the past?”

Anne Carson “You remember too much, my mother said to me recently. Why hold onto all that? And I said, Where can I put it down?” And “Under the seams runs the pain.”

Sylvia Plath “After all I am alive only by accident.” And “I find myself again. I am no shadow Though there is a shadow starting from my feet.”



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For a brief moment, she stared into his eyes, a piercing Robin’s egg blue even in the dim streetlight.  She wondered how it was she found herself holding a switchblade against this man’s jugular vein.  Jillian knew there was no time to hesitate and so she made one quick, deep cut.

She wasn’t a violent person but she did what she had to do under pressure.  After all if one of them was going to die, today was not her day.  She still couldn’t believe she had been so careless as to let this man come so close to doing her harm. Yes, he had appeared gaunt and homeless, but she knew better than to discount anyone.  She had stopped to give him a couple dollars and then walked on without giving any thought to him behind her.   Never gave any thought that he might want rob her or that he might be compelled by lower, baser needs.  His looks had thrown her off but he had proven much more spry and strong than she could have imagined.  Before she knew what was happening he had grabbed her from behind, his arms surrounding her.  She had instinctively stomped on his foot and jerked her head back to bash him in the nose. That had allowed her to get free for a moment but before she could run away he was back on her overpowering her. He was hitting her and ripping at her clothes, making his intentions all too clear.  He hadn’t given up… and Jillian knew now that he was bigger and stronger than her.  As she felt him against her flesh she knew that a weapon was her only chance and so she had pulled the knife from her pocket.  Her friend’s voice echoed in her head “Don’t brandish your knife; only pull it if you intend to use it.”

Now that he was no longer a threat she pulled her tattered clothes around herself and her phone from her pocket and called 911.

~Melanie Thomason



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I had my fill of lazy afternoons

of forbidden fruit

plucked off the poisoned vine

I listened to the devil softly croon

songs uncouth

sending shivers down my spine

I lost my innocence too soon

like a milk tooth

in sweet persimmon wine

I’ll dig your grave with teaspoons

as your half truths

dug mine

~Melanie Thomason

reblog from 2014


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Dance ~NaPoWriMo Day 7

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Come sisters

take my hand

dance with me

in the tall green grass

breathe deeply

let the fresh air fill your lungs

let us dance & sing among the flowers

as we used to

in that other eternity

let us dance & sing & laugh

the sun will not judge us

nor the trees

for though we are not young

we are still living

~Melanie Thomason




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Merely Mortal NaPoWriMo2020 Day 6

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you are merely mortal…

Irreverent & ordinary


you are only cut off from the divine

by your own doing.

Emerge into nature and watch the sweet spring rains bring forth life.

Be one with the flowers as they reach out to accept the sun’s offer of warmth and love.

Breathe in the heavenly ambrosia that surrounds you.

Listen to the insects hum and birds sing their transcendent tunes.

Feel the wind leave a thousand kisses upon your skin.

Step outside with open eyes and open heart

and experience the divine provided you.

~Melanie Thomason




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Drip Dry #NaPoWriMo2020 Day 5

I feel misplaced,


somehow other than;

an alien out of space and time.

You say I’m unusual.

Many have said far worse

and far be it from me to disagree.

I rest my head against the bed

it’s far too heavy and it might just snap my neck in two.

I tug at my skin until it is red

it’s feels too tight, I guess I shoulda let it drip dry this time.

But don’t you worry none…

I’m sure it’s not contagious.

~Melanie Thomason



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Left Behind


Leaving home was the only way  to

Extract herself/ still sane

From an environment

That was Toxic to her soul

Broken promises/ broken heart/ and all but broken bones

Endless cycle of abuse/ like a clothes dryer tumbling /with no kill switch

Hostage to their anger/ drowning /in a sea of their ignorance & spite

Innocence stolen/ self-esteem broken in half/ with a snap

No more/ she has left it all behind/ She is learning to love herself/ She is

Done with them!

~Melanie Thomason

Reblog from 2013


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Coffee and lies #NaPoWriMo2020 Day 4

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“I’d trade my last breath for you, for your happiness.”

It was the ninth lie he’d told me today

and I was still on my second cup of coffee

But I wasn’t mad

not at him

He probably even believed it himself

at least in the moment

He always meant well

and his sweet lies

had replaced the sugar and cream

in my coffee

~Melanie Thomason



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