I was thinking about our ancestors. All of them. The cultures and the sacrifices made for the good of the next to come. And who we are now. What we will leave behind. My dreams Turned into fiery butterflies Colorful pin points of light Dancing free among stars Until a strong wind came And blew…
A looking glass Made of bubbles Sat and stared A thousand eyes Full of color My color Was black Your color Was white And together We held The entire Spectrum Between us
I feel the glass under my feet Sharp and cutting deeper With every step forward I take I feel the sticky cling to my soul And the burn begin to compete With all the lies I once believed Move over sweet grim reaper I’m not losing myself just yet I refuse to bleed out Over…
I cry tears That never make it to the ground Into me they fell Weightless acidity They swallow my sensitivity Filling my insides to the brim They turn the air around me Breathless And absorb whatever time it is Magnifying my numerous regrets With clear and honest luminosity Heaving over sobs like a xylophone Accumulating…
The blurry streaks Of silver white Scraped along My tender sigh I knelt to pray But lost my way And fell flat And prone And heartbroken Under the scrutiny Of the light of day
I feel the whole world sometimes as it spins in my soul connected to them, to you, to us meeting the old, the new, the yet searching every story told for truth folding all the wisdom into hope
I can feel you Slinking around In my periphery You’re waiting For me to search My surroundings To find the cause Of my unease You’re loving Every second Of my discomfort But… My apprehension Isn’t real I am playing To your fantasy I secretly delight In being the one That’ll expose The terrors You’ve planned…
For now… I close my eyes And imagine I don’t feel the sting Of your absence The thousand miles Of dotted lines On asphalt roads The distance searching And measuring the space From here to there From me to you For now… I close my eyes And imagine It’s you I feel Stealing my…
The spirits walk through walls They hover over our anxiety And they wrap our limbs Into the most complicated knots The emotions swell and spiral As the silence begins to breathe And the chairs… they squeak And the beds… they rustle And the bedsheets… they tangle And our fists bang on walls And our guts…
My heart feels a bit torn up But it still beats even as it hurts Because that’s what hearts do
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