Same old shit, different day I’m familiar with this black dog that Scratches at the door to be let in Before it jumps on my back for a free ride into My thoughts. It’s there now, do you hear it? I’m the one waiting with dark circles And smeared mascara on the mattress Like a queen of dark things…
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Ghosts in Love Rattling Chains Against the World
I keep looking for you in the places We used to haunt Ghosts in love rattling chains against the world You insist you’re still there But my reflection stares back, alone. We picked this place together Fought back the priests Exorcising misunderstanding I didn’t realize you’d converted While I wasn’t looking. Now I trace my fingers in dust Caking…
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The Studio
Lyrics contain poetry We know this; listen But underneath the words The heartbeat That’s the shit I live for If my body can’t help but move Love’s gonna find me again Dancing in that studio The night hot, alive A heaving breathing thing Sweat dripping down my back To Magenta neon blue – Sara Myriad Note: Today I saw…
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A Whim, A Whim, A Whim
Unapologetic in her pleasures Selecting them like flowers Like clouds puffed away; an exhale Ecstasy A whim, a whim, a whim No need to compare to others No such thing as betters Just different talents; inspiration Learning More, and more, and more No greater joy than growing No greater triumph than knowing Tomorrow could the best; believe it Hoping…
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Please God, Let Me be Great at Something
Assembling images, constructing themes Why won’t the words come when I’m proving a point? I prefer my rage with a pen’s edge Knives are for posers Resorting to blood Instead of destroying the mind. Don’t they know The mind bleeds more? So I write my anger and I do puzzles Clicking pieces together Why can’t my brain click into…
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Doubt Came for Me Today
Doubt came for me today Dark as my mind on the nights I can’t escape my thoughts with Venom drops dangling fat from teeth bared Close to my face, close enough spittle collected On my cheeks as it spoke. “Do you really think you are worthy?” Its voice an unholy cross between a cat’s seductive purr And chittering of…
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The Fruit
Crush my heart to pulp between your fingers; I’ll smile through the blood in my teeth and ask you to do it again, harder this time. I’ve realized it doesn’t matter if I make love to the wrong person with my words. The words don’t care. They want to be written either way. Either way, I’ll bleed. We’re all…
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You’re No Samwise
I wanted you on this journey with me, But I had to accept things as they were, So I left you sitting on the bottom step, Watching me walk up; away into the clouds. – Sara Myriad, 2022
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The Alone
The greatest gift I gave myself Is the pleasure of my own company To find in that calming, accepting presence, The grace to exist completely. – Sara Myriad, 2022
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Stripes
The way I see it, there are two types of people The first appreciates the tiger for what it is Rejoices when the animal is alive and fierce in its element, Respects and adores without confining The second wants that striped pelt for themselves Hunts, takes, proudly displays, Not caring the essence of what the tiger was, is lost…