Sunday, May 30, 2021

The Way Light Rose This Morning


If I could have held your hand and been strong enough not to let go we'd have lost so many more earthly angels and I'd be a murderer. That's not ethical.

But neither was letting go. 

Wednesday, July 8, 2020

Swaddled in So Much Blue



I guess congratulations are in order,

considering your little bundle of joy

has just arrived,


but even the things I mean honestly

without the spit or spite come out

far too wrong.


And I suppose I should be happy for you

especially since I was the first to move on

but we're young,


the two of you always seemed so smart,

and no one ever pegged you for such a

doomed little family.


Perhaps I should stick to the facts

and keep my big mouth shut like

you always said,


but this just feels so far from reality

that I don't know what to do other than

to congratulate you.


So congratulations on your brilliant

little baby girl, I hope she has your eyes

and her smile...

Sunday, December 1, 2019

The Last Page



There's a locked box sitting in my closet.

It's decorated with pictures of us

and all the people we've ever

wanted to be. Written in scratchy

letters and tear stained ink

are your very best quotes.


As much as I love that box itself

I think you should know what

is dying inside the belly of

that beautiful beast. All the

nicknames unwhispered

between the protection of

night and warm sheets

gone unsaid -


unheard


for so long.


The promises unkept

and shattered dreams.

Scenarios and lyrics

you recited in my dreams

as comfort are lingering -

caught in silky

spider webs.


Guitar picks and letters, pencil drawings and

a colorful ring. And at the very bottom

of that sad, lonely box, folded sweetly,

tucked safely beneath everything

else my soul weeps. Withering

away as it promises to


be better


in its next life.

Monday, November 25, 2019

Ragged Hands of Winter



You are beautiful

do not give that away to

age, change, or harsh words.

Be happy

if you can

while you can -

or you will parish alone,

.....unknown,

.        .       .forgotten...

Friday, October 18, 2019

Strange Beauty



Snow angels sing songs

of hope and love, memories

and holidays that won't be

the same now

Tuesday, September 10, 2019

Time Has Finally Caught up to Us

Thank you for all of your love, support, dedication and readership here over the years, but it is time for me to share some news with you. I will no longer be updating this blog, posts that have been scheduled for future dates will post as intended at one point or another, but I will not be writing anything new for this home. For new works please give me some love on www.patreon.com/Learningtofly and for more news, merchandise and access to the collections I have completed over the years please visit my brand new website (With a blog!) at www,sincerelybluejay.com Once again I love you for being here with me, and I hope that you are able to continue reading my work elsewhere.

Love Always
Madison Rene'

Thursday, September 5, 2019

Time for a New Pillow


Changing just one piece of your routine or adding an extra dash of color is all you really need to fall in love with yourself all over again. 

Monday, September 2, 2019

Sleeplessly



It's not that we needed another


sunrise -


simply that we were waiting

on Dawn


for all the wrong reasons.

Tuesday, August 6, 2019

Remembering one August



"How do you always do that?" I asked out of the blue one night.

"What?" you asked in pure confusion. "Make me laugh when I

don't even want to breathe." I explained simply.


"That's easy," you smiled, "All you do is care for someone

with all your heart." Your face went completely blank for a moment

and both of our worlds were silent in the stillness

unlike ever before.


I sighed playfully, "Be careful. If you keep talking like that

people will think you're in love." You laughed quietly

as if only to yourself, "I am," you answered.

Again there was silence.


"Lucky person," I whispered, trying not to show my pain.

"Yes," you smiled, "Yes, you are."


But I hate that there were so many miles between us at that moment,

because if you had been with me I would have hugged you and

let those words I swore I'd never say flood from my lips until both of us

were laughing so much that we lay there crying in each others arms

while grinning from ear-to-ear. If only you had been closer I would have

kissed you and been perfectly fine with the stillness as it attempted

to swallow us whole thinking that the world would carry on just fine

without us for a while. Even now, all this time later, I still

believe that is the most beautiful thing you have ever said:


"It's easy. All you do is care about someone with all your heart"
    

Saturday, July 27, 2019

Avarice



Our adventure started in 2011

with paper, pen, and an open mind

there were so many possibilities

and we started over again and again.


We had the world at our fingers

and anything we'd ever be able

to need. So we set off playing with

color that aroused too much emotion

and lines too bold to fade along

side stories too deep to write.


Time went by swiftly each draft

improving just a touch and the

ink blurred perfectly with the skin

and bloodied sweat that created

our prize winning formula.


Somehow we ended up here,

three years and a million pages

later with a work of Avarice as

the only thing we could proudly

display for the world to see.


So if these words find their way

to you, I just want you to know

that the beauty we became, the

artistry we created, and the way

we moved at every little bump in

the road shaped us. Molded us.


Resurrected us.


In a loving


ink drawing.