Forever & Never

forever & never

Underrated hallucinations of an untuned heart

your dusty curls slither through the prairies of my skin

your grey eyes are cracking, thrifting apart

ambling through the arid meadows of the past

yet your marshlands smoke sin

the fog unfolds

much too fast

and the fiery mirage of you 

burns away

oh, the reverie of the downcast.

© Margaux Emmanuel 

you left

I cast a look out of the window.

In this display of continuing lives I see children playing, these ebullient beings, ever so innocent, ever so free. 

They run with elfin faces, letting their feet mangle the leaves with an enlivening crunch; the cry of nature’s presence and of our biased predominance.    

They’re savoring.

I contemplate them, feeling the reminiscence suffusing, letting it enslave me to corrosion. 

A grin crawls out from the crevices of my lips.

They don’t know how much they should cherish those moments of raw liberty. 

Once they do, they will never be emancipated.

© Margaux Emmanuel 

Messy souls interrupt the silence of the extant, wound the ordinary, and comfort the bizarre.

theinscrutableescapee

© Margaux Emmanuel l

wannabe ghosts

Specters

fruits of crossroads

wilt from bruises

deep rivulets

wrinkles carved into her face 

hungrily

smile at the lost muses

nebulous eyes

hunted

haunted by ghosts

virile oaths crumble to lies 

piteous floorboards are waxed

feverishly 

discoloring jeans 

a discolored organ pumps blood 

mechanically 

the door will open

free a flood 

yet

a fire alights 

begins to kindle in her lungs 

reminds her

of all their damned tongues

forgotten Prozac

unearths an amnesiac 

she gets up

discovers the phantoms’ tombs

abandoning her scars, she runs

realizing that there’s much more to a woman

than a lifetime

of sewing the dead’s

loose thread

© Margaux Emmanuel 

rancorous quietude

Soft is the day that towers down upon us. Silken air skims our epidermis, that leather that will soon be numbing and trenchant.

We contemplate the oppression of the clouds. 

Serenely. 

These delicate pillows staying afloat in the azure of the ocean tactlessly shroud the sun, acclimated with lingering in lonesomeness. This combustion, deeply misprized, enumerates every second of our trivialities. 

The mellow hours pass, knifelike, and I succumb to these moments of dancing dolorousness. Warblers carol macabre purities, perched on the tree of estranged formalism, indoctrinated fruit dangling off its branches. 

My tempestuous heart bleeds. 

Tranquilly. 

The daggers of transgression transpierce my unconscious. 

Deliberately. 

Pernicious is the day that towers down upon us. 

© Margaux Emmanuel 

howls of the lost lunatic

the ecstasy of forgotten time

of the void impalpable by feeling 

of this cavity in my heart

this disaccord of light

that bleeds through the dark 

that touches the depths of these caved in walls

that touches despair’s budding shadow

soaked in this arid guilt

while we’re pushed in the gulf of hysteria

searching for the words

to our own lost poetry. 

© Margaux Emmanuel