Category: Poetry

“The Same”

~ Jai Lynn ~ 5 Comments

A shirt fresh and new,
now worn but still blue.

The color, faded,
and the style, dated.

The perpetrator, Time,
committing a habitual crime.

I will still be
but not the same me.

I still have my name
but I’m not the same.

And my shirt still fits,
even with all the rips.

We are different
and we are the same.

And I don’t ….

Can nothing stay?
Does it all go away…

Was I never me?
Am I always who I am meant to be?

I don’t know anymore.

Is this fate,
am I just bait?

I don’t know anymore.

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“Shadow”

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A tale as long,
as the sun is old
or as short as a song,
hummed in the cold.

I was walking along,
the withered way
when the air felt wrong
and my mind began to stray.

The sun was little
falling from the sky,
as I noticed a riddle
following nearby.

Dark and thin
or wide and light,
a shape of like kin
following through the twilight.

My heart gave a fright,
but then it fell to calm
when the wound in my sight
healed with a balm.

Only my shadow, you see,
was behind me that night.
Walking behind me
seeking monsters to fight.

In that moment I knew,
I was never alone.
Never one but two,
together, fighting the unknown.

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“Book”

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Prologues began,
before first cries can.

Pages turn
making us learn.

Chapters close,
finding hardship and foes.

Life is a book,
sometimes giving less than it took.

But stories don’t end
until for ourselves we can fend.

There is meaning in all,
especially when we fall.

One day we’ll know,
that this
was how it was supposed to go.

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“The Harvest Time”

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Over the wall
into the garden I fell,
hearing crows crying
and laments from the bell.

Crawling through roses,
thorns so lovely and sharp,
dirt hiding in my nails
my breath made not a harp.

The night was brisk,
the sky was dark.
I rounded a corner
and jumped by a dog’s bark.

There was no way to rush
there was no time to wait,
the monster was coming
to seal my fate.

He knew my name,
he knew my face.
The only not known
was how I would taste.

September was never
a kindly friend to me,
as long as he looms
assurance of me is yet to be.

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“Within and Without”

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Everyone
is looking at me.

I almost wonder
what they see.

A servant girl
who would contort and bow.

And the someone different
who stands before them now.

Straight line bent into a corner
sharp and tight.

A golden ray
transformed into the night.

How much
do they know?

Will they miss me
when I go?

I can’t help
but smile.

Sweetness hiding
something vile.

Now I can match
each and every stare.

Because finally
I don’t care.

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