How do you raise a soul without light? How do you give them wings without flight? What makes it so different from life? I have wondered about this for years And have come to a stable solution You give a soul fire to burn their fear Give them room to grow And a pulse to…
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Poetry in Teacups
Give me poetry in teacups Pour me milk from a cup of expectations Sweeten it with intent and desire I want poetry in a teacup Serve it to me lukewarm So that I may forget it’s there Give me poetry in a teacup Stir in bits of denial and doubt Heat it back up again…
In a field of flowers
I hope to see you in a field of flowers Becoming one with the wind Swaying with wild roses Remembering how beautiful you are I hope to see you in a field of flowers With a crown and a smile Or maybe tears on your cheeks Thinking about where you have been I hope to…
Bloom like flowers in spring
My dear, I see you waiting on the next shoe to drop For the next heartbreak to come your way I see you crying in a corner, miserable But there will come a time when sadness can only be counted as a moment in your pass You will grow to love once more And bloom…
The rage that comes with depression
Heya! Happy Friday. Here’s a weird little short story about rage, depression, and a possible dead body. Hope you enjoy it. He sits by the window and sinks his nails into the arm of the chair. I walk by and smile, placing a hand on his shoulder, feeling his vibration. “Today, the world is a…
Sands of time
I have written your name in the sands of time Carved out your sacred place in my heart And for me, for today, for an eternity That is enough to know that I loved you
Moth to a Flame
I turn my head to the west and look at the dying sun Moths flock to a flame they don’t understand I am there, moth to a flame Consume me just the same
Our Trauma Lies to Us
When you pour hot wax on your skin, you tend to anticipate the feeling. It’s similar to getting hit by someone you can’t avoid. Your muscles tense, and you brace for impact. At that moment, you are as vulnerable as a spider’s web. Open to the elements and ready to be torn down given a…
Between the pages
What lies between your pages? Do the words describe you, does it know what you are? In the midst of a dream, I hope you remember falling. I hope the sun finds you I hope all your roads lead to gold I hope the world stops and stares at your beauty. I hope between your…
The Abandonment of Man
There is something eternal about the way his eyes looked at the room. I could hear worlds building and rupturing as the gears shifted with his gaze around the room. He was silent, taking in the perfection of the moment. Steady in his breathing, patient with himself. It almost looked like worship. Like God had…
Spice and Nice 