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Miles Away

I don’t know where to go. I don’t know who to turn to. I’m standing in the dark. I’m reaching blindly for you. I don’t feel anything but loneliness. Been trying to make a connection with this little bag of dots. Pave some kind of expressway straight into your heart. To dig below the surface before I lose my mind. I tried to read your mind today, but you’re a million miles away. Instant distance, resistance. I see our burning bridge. Don’t keep it to yourself. You keep it deep within. Don’t you go, don’t you stay. I pray. Don’t you take my heart away. Building walls every day, every way, then you turn and walk away. My heart you hold in the palm of your hands. What silence knows; I don’t understand? Don’t you go, don’t you stay a million miles away. You’re sorry about the smokescreen. You drifted from the truth. You didn’t recognize that you had some power over me And I’m sorry about the rainstorm that I blew in your face. I only wanted to know that when I looked into your eyes, I’d see the truth, and that what I was seeing, and feeling, was all connected to you and me. I tried to read your mind today, but you’re a million miles away. Instant distance, resistance. I see our burning bridge. Don’t keep it to yourself. You keep it deep within. Don’t you go, don’t you stay. I pray. Don’t you take my heart away, building walls every day, every way, then you turn and walk away with my heart you hold in the palm of your hands. What silence knows, I don’t understand. Don’t you go, don’t you stay a million miles away. I tried to read your mind today, but you’re a million miles away.

words by j.wilson

Everything’s Perfect

Am I as I’ve always been? Or am I as I seem? Am I all or nothing? Is nothing all I am? Why do I do what I’ve already done? When before I said never again, am I all or nothing? Or is nothing all I am? It doesn’t matter how they see me. It doesn’t matter what they think. It doesn’t matter if they kill me. It doesn’t matter if I sink. Everything’s gonna be perfect. Everything’s gonna be fine. Everything’s coming up roses. Everything’s gonna be mine. Am I as I’ve always been? A smokescreen for a face. Are there signs of clearing up? The traffic in my head. Why must I be what they tell me to be? When they tell me to be such a fool, why can’t I be what I wanted? Why don’t I know what that is? It doesn’t matter how they see me. It doesn’t matter what they think. It doesn’t matter if they kill me. It doesn’t matter if I sink. Everything’s gonna be perfect. Everything’s gonna be fine. Everything’s coming up roses. Everything’s gonna be mine. Why do I do what I’ve already done? When before I said never again, Am I all or nothing? Is nothing all I am? Yes, no, maybe so. Yes, no, maybe. Yes, no, I don’t know. If I am, if I ever. Everything’s gonna be perfect. Everything’s gonna be fine. Everything’s coming up roses. Everything’s gonna be mine.

words by j. wilson

Fit Together Tight

I give you the right to live here on my land. I give you the right to know the color of the palm of my hand. I give you the right to read between my lines. And I give you the right to eat the fruit from my vines and swallow me whole once we’re inside of the other. We fit together tight. You’re right by my side. I’m glad to have you follow me. I’m glad to have your lead. Fit together tight. You know you’re my missing piece. Fit together tight. Just like Adam and Eve. You give me the right to keep you safe and sound. You give me the right to wait with you for the moon. You give me the right to all your hopes and fears. You give me the right to tempt your honey lips and swallow you whole once we’re inside of the other. We fit together tight. You’re right by my side. I’m glad to have you follow me. I’m glad to have your lead. Fit together so tight. You know you’re my missing piece. Fit together so tight. Just like Adam and Eve. I give you the right to live here on my land. And you give me the right to wait with you for the moon. I give you the right to all my hopes and fears. And you give me the right to swallow you whole.

words by j. wilson

photo by cottonbro @ pexels

Just Before Night

I visualize you and I, keeping ourselves occupied. While the war is going on outside, by keeping the bed warm tonight. No more power, only nurturing, where weakness is greater than strength. Our favorite time of day is just before night. When darkness comes and swallows the light. We’ll take the blinders from in front of our faces. No more pulling triggers, no more pulling strings. You and I, and our pleasure chest, and the treasures there that we possess. It’s like you and are being pressed, immortalized between two saints. While the war is going on outside, we’re keeping our bed warm tonight. Our favorite time of day is just before night. When darkness comes and swallows the light. We’ll take the blinders from in front of our faces. No more pulling triggers, no more pulling strings. If I could be your drug. Which one would I be? If I could be your drug. I’d be your ecstasy. Our favorite time of day is just before night. When darkness comes and swallows the light. We’ll take the blinders from in front of our faces. No more pulling triggers, no more pulling strings.

words by j. wilson

photo by cottonbro @ pexels

Against My Body

Oblivious, you’ve taken control once again, oblivious. You’ve twisted my head. Like a thief in the night, you crawl, and you creep, like a drug. You flow through my veins. You are my poison, the hands at my throat, you are mockery, and you never think twice. You are like candy, in the face of a child. You’re a cold and turbulent tide. You against my body. You inside of my mind. You were holding something tightly; it must have been my life. Bound and chained in this desert of pain, addicted and I’m back for more. Obsessive trips from the brush of your lips, enslave me, assume, and destroy. Blow wind blow. So foggy and cold, twist my arm, place a chill in my heart. I welcome you back through the hole in my head to the place where we break beauty down. You against my body. You inside of my mind. You were holding something tightly; It must have been my life. You against my body. Your grip on my world. You against my body, your touch moves me so. Burning bright reality tends to make my life so dim. To hide the truth, we must add mood lighting. Each man kills the thing he loves. Blow wind blow. So foggy and cold. Twist my arm, place a chill in my heart. I welcome you back through the hole in my head, to the place we break beauty down. You against my body. You inside of my mind. You were holding something tightly. It must have been my soul. You against my body. Your grip on my world. You against my body, your touch, it moves me so. Don’t leave. I can’t breathe without you. Your touch moves me so.

words by j. wilson

photograph by ketut subiyanto

Lady Joan

Lady Joan was once a vision. But now she’s make believe. She is weak in the blink of an eye. A spotlight on an empty stage. Lady Joan is fading. She was once a vision of loveliness, but she’s going under, going gone. Her lights are out, her curtains drawn. Lady Joan sleeps protected by thorns. Daddy’s coming from down the hall. Again and again and again. Daddy ain’t knocking. He slips silently in. Again and again and again. She feels him now, like she felt him then. Again and again and again. Medication for sedation. She curls up in a ball. I hope she’s safe and sound. Locked deep in her underground, safe behind her soundproof walls. Her longest days aren’t over, yet they’ve only just begun. Lady Joan’s become a prop. A toy collecting dust. Sitting alone, weaving herself into fiction. Daddy’s coming from down the hall. Again and again and again. Daddy ain’t knocking. He slips silently in. Again and again and again. She feels him now, like she felt him then. Again and again and again. She wants to come back. She wants to breathe. She’s searching for something that’s concrete in her head. She wants to come back. She wants to breathe. She’s searching for something that’s concrete in her head. She was once a vision. But now she’s make believe. Going under. Going gone. Her lights are out. Her curtains drawn. Lady Joan waltzes in moments of sorrow. In a childhood mirror. She looks in and sees her past. Once the fairest flower. She sees the petals that he scattered. Daddy loved her. He loved her, not.

words by j. wilson

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