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sadness pours through the air as the days coalesce, a thick grey dusk
hovering above the skeletal trees, this winter lays too calm and still for me
to not think about you, to not get lost in this emptiness. strange it is,
the sensation of fading, body submissive to starvation, becoming smaller
because i cannot stand to feel the weight of the present. i am imprisoned
in this shell of a human being, the person i have become has no soul anymore,
it died with the numbers, it left when you did.
i don't want to hear this heartbeat, as i drink my tea in burleigh china
i am the only one awake, watching an azure blue transcending onto the furniture.
wondering what the sound of your breaths are like, how things would be if you still wanted me. strange it is, the realization of how sad things can be the most beautiful, the most profound.
winter winds whisper to me that perhaps things inside will never get fixed, as they collide with the window softly. i am not sure either, everything inside feels too hurt.
Literature
Coddled
don't step on the eggshells
don't look through the gaps
don't ask me what happened
just fill in the cracks
this happens like clockwork
don't worry
please wake me up gently
don't leave me alone
I'm cold and it's dark out
and you're not at home
like clockwork, I need you
please hurry
Literature
on the cusp
it is just that when i let go of you
when i let go
it's hard to remain that perfect without you.
--
the in-between of love, buds- so full of potential
our love is written in whispers on the pages
of a book which has not yet been opened.
--
that day, the sun had erased the last lines
of an unforgiving winter from my skin, i was renewed
olive skinned and feeling as if i had just fled the eternal
garden naked as i came- free, fallen.
--
the sky was dark;
nothing but the blood red smile of the moon
cut through the transient darkness of the night.
Literature
Zion
Suspended
for a moment in time
by some unseen breath
Mother earth sinks, rushes up, dips down, and fills in the gaps
I, standing, almost six feet tall
on the precipice of some hunk of rock
carved out by dynamic forces we know not of
We were not there -
we read our science books
, but we know not
Cleaved in two, ripped in half
buried and erected
from the beginning until the day we die
How many feet above sea level
and what’s the exact incline when your legs muscles are tearing
Sightless as you crest the peak
every excruciating ounce short of weightless
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haven't written anything in atleast three months, thought i should try. i can't explain myself anymore.
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this. is. beautiful.
and i know this feeling.
you are absolutely wonderful <3
and i know this feeling.
you are absolutely wonderful <3