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M. A. Ceilidh Poem
Sleepless nights are currency
exchanged for nightmares
Too ominous to sleep through
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You gripped my hips, not my heart
you stoked the fire on my lips, sent me sprawling through an abyss
and left my body tangled in sweat drenched sheets
alone.
you wove a wrathful web of wantonness, slid your sin down my throat
and left me with a searing thirst,
emptiness.
you filled me, lathered me with bliss, coated me in a sheer veil
of yearning for boundless carnality,
Salacious.
And now I’ll never find soothe again.
Copyright © M. A. Ceilidh | Year Posted 2024
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I am but a single shuddering whisper trapped beneath the shroud,
a lingering fluttering flicker of self indulgent doubt.
I am but a small one, an itty bitty insignificant flake of dust,
among the sunlight.
A little soft, though not soft spoken,
a little daft, a wee bit broken,
much too hardened, yet, too young
to be outspoken
instead of “spoken for” or
“in love.”
I am but a girl, spirit frayed and bittered hag
softly and constantly being reborn.
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I am made of rotten roots
flush with dead skeleton leaves
when touched, crumble
but moss grows on my rib-cage bones
and mold covers my heart
where there’s moisture
so something must live in me yet
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I’m craving a smoke
I’m craving a drag, a poisonous and toxic puff of smog
to fill my empty lungs to
pass the time to
feel the burn in my throat. I fill my body with
solitude
and meditate in cramped spaces with no air.
Lightheadedness
I hope one day you find what you are looking for but I still won’t
count my blessings. Despair is
an art
and I
try too hard sometimes to ignore pain.
And other times to fill my lungs with
a kind of tragic beauty
that kills.
I know you too feel the endless bitter burn of existence, I know your
melancholy
Oh too well. I’m in love with my suffering now, are you?
The way it
scratches too soft, too hard, tickles and then subsides. The way it
travels through your veins and insides, fills you with
all sorts of burns and bruises but
I’m just craving a smoke right now.
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soothe is an abyss I cannot seem to climb down into.
when I realize I am comfortable I feel uncomfortable .
calamity
is all my body knows.
this little blue “calming” pill
does little but make one somnolent.
sleep deprivation is torture?
then I am my own castigator
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Maybe if I close my eyes long enough
this will all just disappear.
I’ll wake up to the eyes of God and
his voice whispering in my ear.
A dream,
this life, can be so cold and cruel.
A dose of awareness here and there
isn’t quite enough to soothe.
Far away I wander
through valleys of the mind,
to ease my curious wonderings,
to slowly pass the time.
But with this steady rhythm
of the beating of a heart,
I tenderly press my ear to it and
silently fall apart.
How does one so effortlessly
calm my unreserved soul?
Your hands are weaving, through my heart,
webs of solid gold.
Beads of sweat drip down my cheek
and glisten in the sun,
as I bask in the glory of your cool embrace
and enjoy being no one.
And then I look up
into the eyes of my hero,
the soul that my soul once knew.
But I am jerked awake as I fall through
a veil of forgotten past truth.
And here I am again,
stirring in my bed.
Who is this familiar stranger
wrapped inside my head?
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Filled my soul with aching
to keep my brain from faking
its joy.
Torn hearts asunder, I once was filled with wonder
but now I dread the thunder and
my laughs are filled with buckets of rain.
The leaves my palms were built of are wilting with rusty, dusty ash.
Slighted by the gods’ convictions, uncomfortable with their restrictions
I became ungoverned by ordinance and unyielding faith.
My sighs are filled with yawning and yearning,
my soul’s shrill cries are tossing and turning
against the wind.
Soothing is the ice on the capes
and softly my trembling skin aches
with the chill
of snowflakes and numbness.
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My heart grew fond of you quickly
your brown golden skin sparkled in the sunlight as we lay side by side
an entrancing and sharp contrast to my melancholy paleness,
sprawled in the grassy field with our fingers entwined
we sang love ballads to the sky.
your eyes were like dark amber jewels
the brightness of your smile
filled my heart with a kind of desperation for sooth
from the storms of this world and
years later I still imagine us together,
I fancy us running into one another and laughing,
holding on to each other once more,
collecting the different shades of our experience together
and frowning at our ease with which
we allowed the ignorance of society to separate us
simply due to a difference in skin tone,
All the while we each held a rainbow within our bones.
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All the dust upon our rolled up sleeves
makes us kids seem dirty and in desperate need.
I don’t know about you but I’m pretty damn clean.
This dust you sneeze on is just a part of me.
Wipe it off if you must
But my heart still beats covered in that star dust.
If you think I’m dirty, if you think I’m marred,
I’ll be the first to admit, I am rather scarred.
But that isn’t ugly and that isn’t rare,
Us star dusted kids often seem bare,
of inhibitions and nonsensical rules.
Too bad that makes you view us as fools.
You can wipe me clean and bathe my body in your tub of purity.
But honey, I ain’t no fool, scared or confused,
I’m just a star dusted girl whose soul’s a little bruised.
Copyright © M. A. Ceilidh | Year Posted 2024
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