Bargaining

“End thee, my love,” she pleads, “as though we were over before we began. Believe me to be a mere distraction and I shall believe you to be the depth of imagination born out of lonely despair. A cloud changing shape as soon as the storms come.” He sighs, drops his head. She places her … Continue reading Bargaining

Diminished

Water casually slips through fingers, my hands cupping together to salvage what I can. But the more I try, the more I lose until I’m left holding nothing. Never imagining I would thirst for you, my friend. Believing your promise that you were my endless stream.

Child

Grow up. You say you’re lost, Caught in the messiness of broken marriages. You’re just a child. You are not lost. Stop playing the victim. Respect me because I say so. Don’t expect me to earn it. You don’t get a voice. No platform for your opinions. Stop feeling. Stop needing. Be seen not heard. … Continue reading Child

Intention’s Grave

A tumult of peaceful wanderings surf along brain’s waves, sending quakes of trembling desire through idle blood streams. Anxious momentous vibrations ready to fight death’s fate, cure every pained person, change the world. Excitedly surfacing against strengthened skin’s complacency, it ricochets, breaking apart into settling dust. Resting in tired veins, silently praying for energy to … Continue reading Intention’s Grave

Walls

A stone wall reflection masks any shred of truth while loving souls’ arms grow weary, clinging to the chance of an honest word. Eventually grips weaken, hands falling away one by one. Now empty, the room where others stood leaving only you surrounded by the great cold walls you built. Your words, once inspired, now … Continue reading Walls

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I tripped backwards And as the falling fear took hold Your arms caught me Your voice reminded me Falling can be what saves you As long as you don’t let the ground stop you.

Mercy

Confused gentle eyes yearn for an explanation. Motherly arms wrap around him cradling him into place, as lying whispers reassure him it will be okay. ... The solemn executioner takes his trusting arm, injecting the poison into his pulsing vein. ... Wanting to believe it’s a serum of renewal, she is shocked awake by his … Continue reading Mercy