You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.
― Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter
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Quote- Maya Angelou
March 8, 2019 · 8:42 PM
butterfly scream
The
butterfly
screamed
the
pain
was
exquisite
illuminated
in
ultraviolet
brilliance
dying
in
beautiful
agony
~Melanie Thomason
3/4/19
snow
a fresh blanket of white
covers a multitude of sins, injustices and dirt
and though out of sight
they always win, cause what you can’t see still can hurt.
~Melanie Thomason
3/4/19
playing at writing
casually
d
r
o
p
p
i
n
g
adverbs
from unrepentant keys
maiming
unsuspecting readers
narrowly
missing the point
plump, wet drops of obsidian
scrawled lackadaisically
… flinging adjectives
castrating connoisseurs
with color
murky
yet,
each silvery word
impregnated
with meaning
~Melanie Thomason
The Reader
His voice
is the night
my eyes dilate
as if under the influence
of too much wine
His voice
is the night
weaving moonbeams
into words
that flicker
and illuminate the dark
that otherwise
would surely consume
the last star, leaving no dust
His voice
is the night
his words
wash over me
like whiskey in my blood
making me limber and free
and I dance
with a grace
I do not posses
~Melanie Thomason
shine on
I would walk the wild world over
to see you shine your light
into the darkness
~Melanie Thomason
2/27/19
Filed under micropoetry, Poetry
it’s a good night for murder
his kisses do dazzle
as do his haunting green eyes
& I may always remember his smile
but I will not be his porcelain prisoner
as i know his red heart runs ice cold
and yet if i were to listen to his delicious laughter
old wounds would open and my resolve would weaken
so tonight is the night
I may bleed but I will heal
he will never see morning
~Melanie Thomason
2/27/19
Filed under Poetry
a poem in english… twice ;)
I loveth too much
yet i’m not enow
bid me what thee wanteth
—
not yond t matt’rs
because what thee wanteth
shall nev’r beest me
—
but yond’s well enow too
the thee i loveth
is nay longeth’r thee
I love too much
yet i’m not enough
tell me what you want
—
not that it matters
because what you want
will never be me
—
but that’s okay too
the you i love
is no longer you
~Melanie Thomason
2/26/19
Filed under Poetry
