Welcome to my suicide

To the place where I died

Put a hole through my head

A bullet is not why I am dead

Life was a nightmare in a dream

Nothing was what it seemed

Pressure falling on me like a ton

Took all of it until I was done

I tried to find myself a cure

There was only one way I was sure

Now I lay in this grave, dead

Thoughts of me in no one's head

Treated like her, a precious gem,
Adored and cherished, from end to stem.
In her presence, I feel so alive,
Her love like a sweet, soothing dive.

Her touch is like a gentle caress,
In her arms, I find my true rest.
With every whisper, she captivates my heart,
In her eyes, I find my favorite part.

She fills my days with joy and laughter,
With her, I feel like ever after.
Her smile brightens up my world,
In her love, my soul is swirled.

Love had made mistakes.
More than I care to mention.
So, I didn’t see you coming.

The one that stood Idly by,
waiting for me to notice
the direction on my compass
pointing right there at you.

In the depths of night, when darkness reigns,
I just wanna blakkout, release these chains.
Let shadows dance and whispers grow,
A symphony of secrets only I know.

Blackout the noise, the chaos, the fear,
Embrace the solitude, let it draw near.
In the realm of shadows, I find my peace,
Where shadows linger and silence doesn't cease.

I just wanna blakkout, fade into the night,
Where dreams are wild and stars shine bright.
In the cover of darkness, I am free,
To explore, to create, to simply be.

Awake now from this hazy anesthesia
Rise above the opaque mystery
This beautiful, magic, and terrible dreamscape
Is not the visage of existence
But the fabric of life itself
Blanketing the discerning observer
Underneath a comforting heartwork
Where all thoughts and actions
Become subtle artwork

induces idyllic reverie
delight evoking similar surge,
when skirting, and eluding
fidelity defining the marital law
on par with courting in flagrante delicto.

After reading about
Greek goddess of love
fancy notion woke whereof
warmth suffused me
snug as fingers fitted into glove
subsequent laissez faire attitude
welcomed salvation, overstimulation,
labialization, impenetration,
fornication, and consummation from above.

My ardor is vast for the
darkness which I worship!
vampires, wolves,
all the creatures of the night
down to the lowliest Bat!

Sitting on my garden swing,
contemplating these things,
searching the heavens
for a constellation
I might claim for my own.

He found me!
Entered my patio
on a whim,
or so I thought...
Truth be told,
He'd been watching
me for weeks!

Instead of saying hello;
He recited a poem
of His own,
of devotion, tenderness,
and yearning...

The year was nineteen-forty-four
And the date was the sixth of June.
As time went by, death knocked on the door
Of John and his mates, who would meet death soon.
All the rain and sound he pushed,
To the very back of his mind
And thought of all the people he knew -
He just wanted to to remain alive.
Home was where he longed to be:
A warm safe bed, and endless tea.
John’s birthday just so happened to be
The reverse of Day-hyphen-D.
He bravely died on his twentieth birthday
Covered in blood, in tremendous pain.

The View From Here
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson

It is honourable that you were so ready
To go to battle
For a better world.

Your village deserved
For you to fight for them
Like only you can.

I know you really loved
The ones
You sacrificed it all for.

I know the greatest thing
You will ever have done
Was to save someone else.

I only wish there could have been
Just one small thought
To save yourself.

Written April 2, 2024
© 2024 Kelly Ann Wilson

The details of you have blurred
over the years since you've been gone,
but how I miss you still has sharp edges

that cut the ribbons of my memories,
laying them bare and exposed
against all of this night of your absence.

I’ll keep trying to patch the ribbons together
into something beautiful so I can remember you
only as daylight, and the jagged loss hopefully,
with patience, no longer cuts when I visit you.