“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
You with your long, wispy branches I respect how you weep for those so lost in sadness. But, what if, instead of weeping you told a joke? Would those who suffer temporarily forget their sadness? What if they laugh, laugh so hard they cry? Remembering life is only as sad as the saddest thought refusing … Continue reading Willow weeping
Focused on what’s gone instead of what’s left. Scared for what could happen instead of loving the moment. Stop letting fear win. Bask in the possibilities of what still might be. Fuck the ones who showed you the sad path others were forced to march. Instead create your own path. Love every moment knowing you’re … Continue reading Self…remember your worth
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.
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
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
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
And when I behold my greatness, I falter. For great is a heavy word. What if I behold mediocrity? Yes, that feels right. For greatness is reserved for heroes, And I am no hero. I am simple and flawed, Trapped within insecurities I cannot defy. Trapped within feelings that Control my thoughts. What if I … Continue reading Behold my greatness
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.
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