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
It’s magic the way you smile at me They way it dances across your face And mindlessly flirts with my eyes The way it grabs my attention And doesn’t need to demand it But simply holds it in its grasp Just by merely existing, by being real God knows I love how it makes me…
I want to be the fierce and fiery dragon That chases away your enemies To be the sun that shines and guides you When you need to find your way I want to be the orange and yellow sunset When you need to find a bit of peace To be the moon that shines ever…
If the ghosts hadn’t fallen Before we’d met Would they have taken us Further from ourselves? Had they not been slain Would we find ourselves Crushed and broken Beneath invisible claims? Would we have found The truth of who we are Had we not sliced them Gut to throat with honesty And accountability? I think…
She sat wondering what he saw in her She wasn’t the colorful person anymore The one that laughed louder than most Danced until her legs gave way to gravity She wasn’t the girl with the goth hair Or the one wearing the fishnets and heels She wasn’t that girl anymore She was too old, too…
You are a clear and constant flickering of light Inside a galaxy made up of a billion other stars Yet you speak louder and shine much brighter Than all the suns that fight this celestial crowd I can feel your warmth penetrate the expanse Through celestial blizzards of cold darkness Just to be in…
I see my future Inside your eyes A predictable universe spinning Prying, preaching, reaching Narrow vision tunneling towards The very center of my core Pulling me from this black hole Into a world full of sparkling stars Inking hopeful fantasies Into detailed maps Where destinations Are drawn and colored My new reality Reflecting back at…
I had so many Simple dreams Like rivers Flowing endless Through my veins I had no reason To believe in them Or to deconstruct Their every seam But I caved Into a senseless Desperate yearning These ambitions Were much more Than imagining So indulgent Where these desires I’d dwell on them On every daydream In…
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