Unremarkable

I’m losing myself again I can feel it How do I stop an invisible thief ? Sorrow creeps in Don’t know what I should be doing. A heavy heart. Wallowing in passed failures. I should have been something, done something by now. The end is inevitable. Yet we pretend it is so far away. Believing

Art Speaks

Art speaks silently to creator and spectator. Though its words to each diverge. Painted, written, and sung. Each brush stroke a story. Each word a song Each song an awakening Music, colors pricking the depths of our being. Imagery, whispering what our souls long to hear. Melodies that expose reclusive remains Reminding us of lost

Dwindle

Emptiness wraps its arms around me again. Like tendrils slowly tightening their grasp. I remember this feeling all too well. The child inside me, too weak to struggle, buried beneath burdens now. The woman I am, withers in slow motion. Indifference seeps in. I go numb. You ask me what is wrong, and all I

No Justice

Nothing is sacred to the devil. My heart violently writhing in my chest Reminds me of that daily. Fifteen years may as well have been two days. The clock ticks towards an inevitable end. Whispering all the promises you once made to me, in her ear. Are you lying to her too? Another home wrecking

Words

Before the words were said Before the feeling faded Before the first touch The first dance The first kiss The first born My hand was on the door I let the devil win the game Thinking it was all in my head but the battle had been fought and lost in a single breath The

Waiting

It’s the waiting.It’ll get you every time.Waiting for the right personWaiting for changeWaiting for the test resultsWaiting for forgivenessFor the other shoe to dropThe answerThe phone callThe right timeThe wound to healThe next stepThe endIt’s the waiting.It’ll get you, every fucking time. -Clary

Christmas Reminder!

Throwback post! Merry Christmas!

2020

Searching for peace in all this unrest Another hurtle for 2020 and a split between righteous and wicked. Don’t ask me which is which as both sides hold heaven and hell. If every person thinks they are right how can you get them to see reason? It use to be that facts and science stood

You

I can’t understand it. I can’t comprehend. How a love so deep spawned so quickly from friends. Just a small spark, ignites a fire; That makes you think up all these dreams and desires. It wraps you in tightly, without regard Of whom you’re attached to, no matter how far. It tells you that love

A Prayer

I come to petition you in this, what seems our darkest hours for some years now.  Though I know others struggle equally or more than even I and that greater troubles are still on our horizon. I feel thin and shallow like not enough breath to fill ones lungs, and I wait. A longing ache

Sunlight

Sunlight streams in signaling the beginning of a new day. Every day is the same You are everything to me and I bound myself to you I made the links myself, locked the locks, and threw away the key I wanted freedom, but chose chains Naively bound by doing what is “right” My heart screams,

Excerpt – Antony

One of the saddest moments in this sneak peek into the novel I’m working on. Still needs some tweaking but getting there!

Joy

© 2020 CMBClary Longing to feel joy again Does sorrow ever take a rest? Control emotions with behest. Breathe the air, with weightless chest. To feel again even in brief No more tears of pain and grief. No tangled rage and disbelief.  Or shattered remnants, just relief I long to one day smile again. Does

Carry On

© 2020 CMBClary Memories brim at every corner of my mind. A heavy stone in my chest, A lump in my throat, but, I carry on. What else is there? Just tasks. All the things no one else will do, They wait for me. And while my heart is a still ache, I carry on.

Merry Christmas!

As Christmas Eve falls upon us again and we each repeat our holiday traditions. (Some of us in a not so jolly disposition) Take a moment to stop, take a breath, and take it all in. Remember those you love, those who couldn’t make it for a visit, and those no longer with us. These

Note To Self

Sometimes, you just have to  say FUCK IT! and move on. – Clary

Poetic Curse

©2010 B. Clary I often think in poetry. It is a curse my own disease. To look upon a tree in awe, Its gnarled roots in winters thaw. The rolling hills, flowers in sync, Petals so soft like lips of pink. A splash of blue upon the sky, As feathered clouds lazily float by. The

Etchings

Photograph©2015 B. Clary All of your things are gone now. My mind rummages through fading memories, trying to find one bright enough to cling to. The wisdom you’d freely given in my youth reduced to worn etchings on my bitter heart, relics of a time I had squandered it. Dreams of you are few and

A Life

The stars pricked holes in the darkness and I wished I could live under them. Warm air wrapped me up and I was home. I stood there a moment thinking of him and what he would have been like. His soft fuzzy hair on my fingertips, a sweet little face and gummy grin, those tiny

Imprisoned Mind

Composition comes in the still of the night. The silence beckons to my thoughts and all its trappings. A clear mind working without interruption, I bask in pure solitude, and revel in self contemplation. Welcoming the crisp nothing that surrounds me, I can finally breathe. No longer suffocating, words flow freely No longer bound, they

Paint All of Your Secrets

Copyright 2018 Clary Can I paint all of your secrets with a waterfall of words? As you open every window screaming to be heard As I pull apart the pieces of your badly mangled heart As I separate the tangled strands that tell me who you are. Can I wash out all the shades of

Graduating!

I’m not who I was yesterday. Yesterday fades behind me. Moments carried away by the winds of the present. We fumble around in this world. Unsure, clinging to a reality made by those who have fallen before us only to feel just as lost as when it all began. How we blindly seek the unknown.