Cíara McNamara

Cíara McNamara Jul 2015

His,

Love, is the weapon with the sweetest ****,
Hallelujah!
as I count my blessings,
which are far and few.

Love, is my solitude's King,
Hallelujah!
as the world tumbles around me,
I stand still, poignant and smiling.

Love, is a conqueror,*
as all else fails,
or ceases to be.
Hallelujah!
His love is real,
His love is all that can judge me,
and will set me free.
Hallelujah....

#words #thoughts

Cíara McNamara Jul 2015

Untitled

By the ocean
is where I will contemplate my entire life,
to the sounds of the waves
crashing down upon my plight.

#life #thoughts

Cíara McNamara Jul 2015

I think you burn brighter than a candle

I don't shine
she hummed to herself
half hazed with life, under her drunken breath.
Her fingers twitched gingerly
as if playing an invisible tune.

I don't shine,
she mumbled once more
as her sunken eyes dropped to the floor,
shoulders slumped, accepting defeat
and I could swear she had a tear stained cheek.

I don't shine,
she said a little too loudly,
nervously glancing around in case anyone had mistakenly heard,
then retreated back into her own little world,
swaying to a long forgotten tune,
sad and swollen, beaten and bruised,
where the sun don't shine
where she remains abused.

I don't shine either

#depression #life #sadness #choices

Cíara McNamara Jul 2015

Feminist-

When they breathe the words
"I'm a feminist"
and immediately
say something hypocritical
of such a statement
my stomach churns
until I'm sick -

#words #thoughts #pethates

Cíara McNamara Jul 2015

X

And so boredom
consumed
his dark and dulling world.

Food was nothing more than sawdust,
drink merely poisoned air,
music the screaming shrill of pain
and life, a darkness beyond repair.

#feelings #depression #anger #stuck

Cíara McNamara Jul 2015

Traces

Traces of the sun
were left on the bridge of her nose,
as her freckles shimmered in the moonlight

#words #beauty #summer #thoughts

Cíara McNamara Jul 2015

Haircuts

I hacked at my hair
like a vicious animal toying with pray.
Those sleek silver blades snapping
together and apart angrily,
as if applauding their own
eager efforts.

It cascaded to the floor
floating there as if mission lost,
falling never really was the problem.
I continued to hack
as this graveyard gathered around me
until long sleek shimmering hair
was nothing but tufts on my head,
tufts on the floor.

He loved my hair,
as I had loved him,
in my mind
this way, we would both loose.

#feelings #depression #anger #endings