Dark as the bags

Beneath his tired eyes.

Burdens as heavy

As his deep muffled sighs.

Repent! Repent!

But still-

He feels the same.

If only he knew

He is not the one to blame.

Slaving away

Day after day

Numbing his pain

To keep the demons at bay

If only he knew

He is stuck in the game.

Check after check-

Diagnosis? You’re just insane.

As the grass grows,

Money flows as

Money goes.

Slow down,

My dear friend.

As He said-

For this is just the beginning,

Not the end.

-Kelly Wiman

Where do you place,

What doesn't belong?

Those things you can't just get rid of,

They've been yours for too long.

Do you brush them like dust,

In the cracks of your floor?

Do you pretend they're not there-

Turn away,

Shut the door?

Or do you move them around-

Until you find the right place.

Twist and mend,

"Just pretend"

All to save a little face.

Do you lie awake at night?

As you’ve realized what you’ve lost?

Vaporizing memories

As that fire turns

To frost.

The problem with things,

Things that just don't belong-

Is the perspective you've had,

And ignored all along.

What's a song that rejects,

What it’s really meant to do?

Speak your heart,

Your desires-

Things most important-

Just to you.

If you find a missing piece

That doesn't seem to belong,

The problem, don't you see?

Has been you,

All along.

Because a world

That can't fit,

What doesn't “belong”.

Is no life of your own,

It never was all along.

The thing about things-

That just don't belong.

They appear,

Just in time

Reminding,

Prescribing.

We

Are what's wrong.

-Kelly Wiman

These hands

Do not hold

A heart

A friend

Not even a speck of gold.

These fingers do not trace

The distance between

You and I.

They do, however

Hold the knife

Of which you die.

A poet and an artist

Born to bleed and talk it through.

But the trophy I hold highest

Is the pain I write of you.

-KellyWiman

In another world,

A dimension near or far.

I once began as whole-

A shining, blissful star.

As gravity gave out

And gave life to shooting stars-

I watched in awe and dreamed one day,

Of a world not mine-

but Ours.

And then there was you

Radiating from afar

An aura of a different hue.

Inspiration,

(or so they say)

Pulled me in

Drew me closer-

Lit a fire

Burned through night-

And created day.

I crashed, headfirst-

And straight into you.

Then everything dark

turned brilliantly blue

Explosions and chaos

Consumed the sky.

Anything living here

Most certainly would die.

I grinned at the thought.

For it would be

Just me and you.

Bound together,

Forever.

Now I’m haunted

Because I remember.

-Kelly Wiman

I wonder who I might be

If I followed my heart

If I let me be me.

Would the sky fall in

And drink me dry

Would my words ignite a fire

Or would they burn me till I die

Do I ache of whats inside me

Or is it someone else I fear?

That is-

To be forgotten

Small

An empty shell

Is heaven really

close at all

Or am I really

Just unwell.

Leaves spill

In crowds of three

Am I waiting for them

Or are they waiting for me

Crowds fall

In shades of grey

Am I blind

Just a fool

Or does this vary

Day to day

My heart

Burning there

Split straight into two.

Half of it is his

The other

Remains with you.

Am I scared of what’s inside me?

Or is what’s out’s outside I fear?

Crickets

Soft hums

Slowly bang

Electric drums

Sadly, that noise

Sheepishly dissolved

I’m left in my own head now

With these feelings unresolved.

Trees curl around me

Beads of light escaping through

A road diverges slowly,

Neither one including you.

I walk blindly

between the two

Yet there you are

On guard.

Ashamed,

I can’t pass through.

The gravel is burning

beneath my tired feet

I must move faster

Change direction!

Instead I take a seat.

Flesh and bone

Burning on stone

Everyone’s watching.

But still,

I burn alone.

Put me on the stake

Let me prove I’m not a fake

I was always searching

I thought I might always be.

From the ashes,

I dug down deep.

Little did I know..

I hold the fucking key.

-Kelly Wiman

All that noise,

All those screams.

She lived over,

and over.

In reality-

In her dreams.

They echoed

And bounced

From wall

To wall.

Splashing harder-

Pushing further,

And lower she would fall.

As the waves ripped and curled

Around her weakened stance,

She found power-

In this rhythm,

Embraced the rain,

And chose to dance.

She moved with grace,

Blind faith-

And embraced each passing storm.

A forcefield formed around her,

A cocoon to keep her warm.

And in the end

She found this weather

Was the greatest gift of all.

Once weighed down

Now with wings

She will fly

Instead of fall.

-Kelly Wiman

I’ve walked

This bridge

So many times

With so many thoughts

I could make them all rhyme.

Yet not once have I felt

This might be the last time.

I always talk

About reality and dreams

How something actually is

Or how something just seems.

They say pain and gain

Or go insane

It’s not “in my head”

It’s engraved in my brain.

Did I wait too long to let him go

Was it his time?

Or am I the one to blame?

I’m so sick and tired

Of being so wired

Now I’m chasing the high

Because I can’t believe I let him die.

I know I’m not coping

I’m just desperately hoping.

He’ll reappear

And not just disappear

His voice is all I hear

I just want him here.

-Kelly Wiman

Martin Julian Wiman

1/16/1954-3/12/23

Minutes became hours-

Hours became days.

Here I am,

An open field-

Lost in my own maze.

I built these walls

With my own bare hands

As you forged a path

With stone that barely stands.

Finally, I open my eyes

Just to sit and stare.

As now I am only a part

Of what once was a pair.

I can only remember

Where we began-

A shot was fired

So I ran

And I ran.

Must have held you

Close beside me

With my tightest grip.

I went too far ahead-

So we both fell hard

and tripped.

Tied to bits and pieces

Of the little that we shared

I left a trail

For you to follow

“He never knew”

I’ll tell myself,

But really-

he never cared.

-Kelly Wiman