Revelation

Show the world who you are.
Dripped in honey and absinthe.
Hovering by a flame.
All parts, never the same.
As they try to push you under a reason.
A statement, a label, or part treason.
When you smash the brackets of age that constricts.
And you pull down the gods for a closer look.
They’ll see you reflect in their eyes.
Please, memorise their apology.
And wave as they pass you by.

08/01/202308/01/2023 by Mark Ryan Categories: age, apology, godsTags: age, ageless, apology, defiant, flames, gods, labels, poem, Poetry, society 5 Comments

Sending myself flowers

When the universe rests, and slumbers in my mind.
And all around me is still.
I take this chance to apologise.
For who I have become. For who I wanted to be.
An apology for me.
Within these cracks and slithers of my soul.
That remain unfettered to moral decay.
I brush the hurt away.
And send myself flowers.
Hoping to turn over those leaves, and find you there.

13/07/202211/05/2022 by Mark Ryan Categories: eternity, flowers, soulTags: apology, art, books, brush, change, fiction, flowers, hope, leaves, love, poems, Poetry, soul, world Leave a comment