1. An Implication (Poetry)

-Forty Seven-

Any Reason To Hold:

I will continue to grasp on

With two burning hands 

Any reason I can 

To find meaning in this world

Any reason to hold on

One of those reasons being

The moment of clarity

That eclipses the mind

The moment you come out from hiding

The moment you sail through the sea

Of an episode, depressive and angered 

Finally confiding 

In the glory of the other side.

I have found

A reason to hold on 

The exact moment you experience 

Clarity when you once again

Come alive. 

~J.K.M

The Art Of Honesty:

There is no beauty 

In the cold honesty 

The burning clarity

There is no romanticising 

My will to die

The scars that litter thigh high

Out of sight

The scars dotting vitals,

So white in the sunlight 

That they do not see

Because you were too afraid 

Of being the one to leave

Behind a plethora of people

Who would feel a pain

As burning as the one that runs through you

Daily.

There will be no beauty in my death.

There is no rhyme I could spin, nor do I want to,

To make my suicidal tendencies seem golden.

They are not.

I am not a poet, I am not your saviour,

I am human.

I am deeply troubled.

There is no beauty in honesty

But there is honour.

~J.K.M