oh the days seem
less holy
when things go
just all right
as if skin cells
didn’t
contain endless
possibilities
and the hours
dripping, skipping by
weren’t
a dance
bringing reality
into bright, glorious being
“Mundane” – Melissa Kircher
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Pictures and Poems: Add Your Light
when everyone around you falls
away
and darkest hearts
ruin your day
when fires burn out
and applause fades to gray
when the vibes are getting you down
I’ll seek you out
add my light
find your crown
when friends and foes
start to look the same
and doubt fans the sinister flames
when kingdoms burn
right to the ground
I’ll add my light
find your crown
when sunrise halts
and demons play
when love and hate
twist round and round
I’ll take your hand
drag you out of the bounds
remind you who you are
find that damn crown
don’t hide your face
don’t second guess the way
you know your heart
go on
add your light
you know what to say
“Add Your Light” – Melissa Kircher
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Do Not Be Ashamed: Pictures and Poems
go ahead, look me in the eye
there’s nothing left to hide
burnished to a polished shine
turned dull
the ache
the ache
let the damn mirror break
do not be ashamed
we all have wounds
where the pain likes to play
a stranger, a soul
someone I didn’t know
not now what I behold
what I see is fire, passion
lightning gold
when thunder rolls
we planted a garden
under the gray
this day is dawning
bathed in moonlight
and night
is no longer the death knell
I may never understand
what it is that drives you
to see me burn
but what I see now
don’t look away
stay
a me, not perfect, but good enough
and where places rubbing rough
is what makes it all interesting
do not be ashamed
you are loved you are claimed
the is the me that was lost
oh how I love you
you are found
do not be afraid
do not be afraid
you are found
you are found
-Melissa Kircher
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She: Pictures and Poems
if I let out the pain
it will shatter galaxies
I said
that’s fine
she replied
I made lots of them
you can break a few
“She” – Melissa Kircher
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Delicate As A: Pictures and Poems
delicate as a flower — no
takes away all of my power — so
bendable, breakable
makes me expendable
I have no choice, you’ve taken my voice
by making me something beautiful
up on a pedestal
there is no credit — oh
then you go ahead and rip me down
pluck all my petals
testing my metal
don’t you know this queen owns a crown?
delicate this word that
saps all the strength that I do — have
feet on floor
grounded, I’m sounding
I’m pounding, I’m peeling
breaking all of your ceilings
tall above the crowd
I won’t bring my sisters down
or brothers
the thing about flowers is
you put them in vases
trapped in glass cases
and yet every year more grow in
filling the fields — and
choking the weeds — and
then you will know
the flowers are winning
friend, we’re mad grinning
while all of this healing flows
“Delicate As A” – Melissa Kircher
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I’m Mine: Pictures and Poems
dark, sunless winter days
love for self
has gone away
cold, hard truth
I can’t love anyone well
until
the well of me
sit still
woman, and be
let yourself sink into the infinite
of your humanity
wicked push, wicked pull
within, without
make it full
fill ‘er up with titles and have done’s
when all I need to be is the one
not yours
not his
not hers
not theirs
from love springs love
and who do I belong to
what is my crime
you don’t own me
yeah, world I’m mine
-Melissa Kircher
Prints and other fun art things with I’m Mine can be found in my Society6 store: I’m Mine Print
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Pictures and Poems : This Misfit Place
This misfit place
with its strange little freaks
the isle of the weird
the home of the geeks
I’m often alone here
though, sometimes I’m not
a friend will come calling
never someone I’ve sought
an oddball, a loner
someone peculiar, like me
then I look around and realize
how we’re all crammed together
just so different, but the same
on an endless blue sea
“This Misfit Place” -Melissa Kircher
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Pictures and Poems : Liminal
[liminal]
where life-blood has dripped out
and not yet drawn back in
the winter, where things die
but not all the way
though they crack and bleed
and look to all the world a blank canvas of white
something grows
deep and hidden
germinating while the cold wind blows that cuts right to the bone
when hope seems lost
and bright color just a memory
a tiny emerald bud bursts through the loaming
it has been there
this whole time
on the cusp of being
it’s simply that
change is a process
death and rebirth
and the long slogging in-between
“Liminal” -Melissa Kircher
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Pictures and Poems: History Lessons
this crazy world
with its mountains and molehills
and butterfly wings
that beat so gently
while I scroll past the latest jarring atrocity
this crazy life
in a whirl of twenty-four-seven
threads and streams
voices speaking that should be
silent
rally cries that go
unheard
I find it hard to remember things like
evening walks
cocoa from scratch
a long, hard run
my feet carry me past burning bushes
where I should stop and rest
and ruminate
on the magnificence of my cells
I contain the universe
billions of years old
in my bones
this crazy world
where both grit and glory
exist in the pause between inhale and exhale
of miraculous air
History Lessons
-Melissa Kircher
In response to the Kaitlin Curtice interview on The Deconstructionists Podcast.
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