POETRY ON MEDIUM

Steadfast We March + The Girl Part Two + Crawl

“Yes x 3"

Steadfast We March

It’s. A light I can’t believe and

looking down on me, my nerves are flying rapidly

but standing still. As we are growing in love

I’m so completely in the moment.

Slowly as I cool off the hot soaked

skin, my whole body is ice now.

Remember, I am more than my emotions.

Blossoms of fire. Sparkling around the loose door frame.

Light from hell burning diagonal lines.

Don’t be afraid of the mirror.

Something you don’t believe.

The angles are creased and suspended in blessings.

I’m a dark, wretched globe, you’re a silver chandelier,

Motionless

We have come home.

I am living in the moment.

The Girl Part Two

I am locked in a dream of you.

Thinking I’m framed in pastels of

the things you never told me.

The arches rise on bent foundations.

They’re shaped in golden hearts

with no soul. But I am trying to forgive my

way out of ecstasy.

Recolored in bad memories. It

comes to me in a diamond box.

And whispers, don’t tell them about you and me. Say

you’ll think of me. I tell

ghosts over the weekend and

laugh and say, I’ll think of me.

I’ve got big plans for me.

Crawl

Sparkling glows, it’s so contagious — infectious

obsessive. Oh baby, I’ll tear you down.

I find it

so difficult to show where your love takes me.

My own walls are

in a box. Picture of a lover

In terror.

I get so high in this addiction.

Healed, as you tried to make me feel

we have nothing to lose

But the death of a crystalline sky.

Written by: Harold James

Author’s Note: I wanted to explore what I see as a societal shift away from romantic love into the abyss of self-preservation.

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