Poetry dump.

Going Round Again

By Morgan Morleigh Major 8:19 PM 11/1/2019

Picking up the pieces

Right where I left off

It seems that I've been granted

A second youth

At times, I feel

No time has passed at all

I think I can do it

Rise from ashes strewn about my broken past

I want some more

Did you ever want some more?

Did you ever believe your life was over

And then find it had only paused

A break in the action

Or inaction, in my case

I had become stagnant, my own folly

And now, I am renewed

Something old and beautiful stirs my blood

The passion of adolescence tempered

With the wisdom of age

I have become the me I was always meant to be

And I am still becoming

And becoming

And black is my favourite colour again

It grounds me

So only the man I aspire to be twinkles through

The pain is light, today, almost absent

Burdens seem distant

Unpleasant memories wrapped softly in the healing dark of this night

Perhaps I wax nostalgic but

I feel like I am ready to grow up again

To pluck the fruit of ripened possibility unreachable before

Freed from the limitations of youth.

This time

I will be

Unflappable

Unstoppable

Unafraid

Unequivocally myself.

And I am ever-grateful, because second chances

Only come round once.

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Dedication to Loki

By Morgan Morleigh Major 10/25/19 7:04 PM Eastern Time

With you

I feel

Liquid, light flowing

Genderless and equal to

Never lost and found in you

With you

I feel

The flame within

Grisly ashes float inside

The globe of my repentance

With you

I feel

The softness of my own demise

As still, again, I gently rise

The same as ever in your eyes.

With you

I feel

Searing tears revealing faith

The epic rain of salt and rhyme

And here's the trick:

I'm still the same

With you

I feel

The fire inside the rain

And every drop of blood in every vein

Cries to you, and never, ever in vain

With you

I feel

My mind and body sound

And wound up tight

I bow to you, I pray, I weep inside your hearth

With you

I feel

Like a new man from an old story

You told so many stars ago

And I am yours

Because

With you

I feel

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A Rock and a Stone

By Morgan Morleigh Major 9:10 PM 11/4/2019

How long

Did you pretend happiness

When misery was all that I produced in you?

How long

Did you contrive to cast me aside

Before I gave you a convenient reason to?

When did

Comforting me become a chore you couldn't bear?

When did

Taking care of me start to seem unfair?

You knew what you signed up for

I kept nothing from you

You knew that I was broken

I confided in you

All the darkness and the ashes

The memories like pebbles in my pockets

And what did you do?

You made a promise to keep me

And love me

I warned you!

I tried to be perfect for you

But the day I cracked was the end for you

And the end of me.

How long

Didn't you love me, dearest?

How long was the lie that tied me nearest,

Made me falsely fearless?

“My rock,” was what I used to call you,

But I was just a stone.

How long

Did I dangle there, around your neck, unknowing

Before you cut me down?

How long

Was I an impediment to taking up your crown?

Well, remember that stones

Can be polished, cut and honed.

Rocks

Are just so.