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...

Strange Beauty

Snow angels sing songs

of hope and love, memories

and holidays that won't be

the same now

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'

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. 

Sleeplessly

It's not that we needed another


sunrise -


simply that we were waiting

on Dawn


for all the wrong reasons.

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"
    

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.

Forgotten Gods

When we met you were a poet

therefore I am immortal.


You etched me out

in stanzas and poured

the starlight from

my smile into your lines. My

laughter got recorded in the

blank spaces between words

while the love I had for you

inspired your own raw

recollections of our

beautifully fragmented

conversations.


Now you've journeyed off

to another land where

my eyes pierce through

the icicles of your heart

and you've buried your

emotions alive

in an endless

field of

bluebells.


You may not

be here anymore,

your footprints were

swept away by ocean tides

and sand crabs but

we both know

you were.

And that's

enough for

me.


I am immortal

because I was

loved by a poet.


I guess you

are too

even if you

have been

forgotten

here.

Ranting to Polaris

Someday the world will know our names

in ways you've never imagined and your story

will be written on me the way my portrait has

been painted atop of your perfect chest in

magenta lipstick. There will come a day

when you are just as important as

Jackson Pollack or Micheal Jackson.


(In your own line of work that is.)


I promise you my ghost will leave you alone

just as soon as you remember to call when you

say you will. Because really I've never met

anyone who makes a better you than you ,

so that means that by default the next century

cannot possibly pass without all the world

saying your name at least once in their lifetimes

as they honor your greatest work of all time


(me)


the way they've already done with mine


(you). P.S. I am leaving tonight

and I will see you as soon

as humanly possible -


so long as you're still

up for leading my way. 

The Importance of Complete Knowledge

To know you like

your eyes know color

and a tongue knows

the taste of your

favorite foods.


To understand you

the way you understand

reading or the way

your mind understands

language at all. To be


your brightest star and

your fondest memory.

That's all I could ever want

and if that makes me selfish


than it could be the only

word on my tombstone

and I'd still be


perfectly


content.