Bucket

I’ve got a bucket full of memories.
I spill from my deepest estuaries.
Like blood from fresh cuts,
Across the beds of my fingers,
Driving down to my thighs
Where the rivers run deeper
And the water bleeds darker.
My bucket fills with hazy days,
Dark specters and figures
Blending with the nightly shadows,
Caressing the darkest pieces
Just beyond the noise.
You bring me silence.
You bring me quiet.
You build dams to my scars;
Stopping the flow to my bucket of hell.
I’ve never found one like you before,
A soul that beats so close to mine.
Your blood flows darker,
Deeper,
Divine,
Through this bucket of mine.
You touch the chaos,
No fear etched across your face.
You try to take it all away,
Try to steal my bucket of time.

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Porcelain Figurines

WordPress Daily Prompt – Elegance

Every second I stare into this mirror
The cracks sink further into my skin.
Each one breaking, shattering, the light within.
Crushing it into shards, bruising and cutting their way to the floor.
Forming puddles of gold where the remains of our fears lie.
You fall so elegantly against the backdrop of life,
But I struggle to hold these porcelain figurines while I crumble silently inside.
Tonight I need you to prop me up, stand tall beside
But your just a faded memory, a distant aside.
You’ve become a silhouette in the smoke, a shadow etched in my bones.
One that I can see but no longer reach, no more can I call your arms home.
I want so badly to tell you all these things.
To admit to the faults my selfishness brought,
To ask for forgiveness and to help give me resolve
To stand against waves crashing, tumbling, breaking on the shore.
I fear that life is not a daydream, brilliant and romantic in its intent.
I’ll wake tomorrow still treading this sea alone.
And no one will see because I’m aware
The damsel in distress is not the hero of her fairytale.
I’ll continue to fall, elegantly twisting, breaking
Watching my soul shatter to pieces
While I struggle to protect all that I hold
In these porcelain figurines.