I was on a train from
Paris to Amsterdam
and with an empty page
a sad smile and a pen
she was looking out
the window across
the apple green fields and
into the valleys of cobbled
villages and ****** churches
and as the dead air of Paris
was leaving my mind
I began to read the reflection
of questions in her eyes
I wanted to tell her what
she already knew
that the answers are in
the rhythm of the rails
and to only underline
the words that matter ...
Clay.M

if I take anything
to my grave
whether it be shallow
or deep
let it be
that I was loved
the way I asked to be loved

i thought of you
while cleaning the dishes

realizing
that you
probably
dont think of me

anymore

but i sure do

i wasnt paying attention
so
i dropped my favorite cup

shattered
into countless
little pieces

now its gone

forever

just
like
you

I was always the poet
Never shown
Never talked about
Or written down

It was in my heart
To catch the beauty of others
And turn it into art
Presenting all their colors

Oh, I wish someone portrays me
In words and rhymes
In a poem
Sometimes

a little bit lost again
in between
narrating selves
searching
or just being
waving
or
drowning
from the
middle
of the sea
Nothing
but everything
At once.

The first sign of
daylight dissolved
my good intentions
nothing at all
seamed to shine
every thought fell
into dark water
the sun was
painted grey
my dreams were cold
as distant mountains
and when the death
Lillie's bloom from your
lonely heart and your
love only hears
the cello cry
when your angel walks
with wings of stone
and your daffodils
want to die
meet me here
beneath the
gun metal sky
and you know
everything will
be just fine
follow me
we’ll walk away
our sadness
in the rain …
Clay.M

You stepped off a cliff by accident
No reason to feel this way is evident
To everyone around you seem so weak and shallow
The only one you trust your secrets is your shadow

You’re drowning silently alone
The chest is heavy, it’s a stone
Each breath takes so much will
It’s getting hard to take a step without a pill

You see your own reflection as the enemy
You feel ashamed to talk about it to your family
You go on in a suffer mode
The path is faded, it’s a dangerous road

You face unknown - you face the fear
Your mama says, ”Calm down, my dear”
You wish the words could heal the scars
Each time you see the falling stars

Someone forgot the pearl necklace today
I remember seeing a red and white skirt
the sound of the wind was strong
a floral set of earrings
As the camera rolled
a pause stood in the air
there wasn't a single cloud in the sky
the black blouse was transparent
the red on the mustang
reflected your sunshine face.