Recriminations, old and new, haunt corners Whispering doubts Filling empty spaces with angst Inharmonious rumblings swirl in place Howling, empty and frightening Discordant and terrible Harrowing to face the truth. For it's a lie to claim there is nothing left to say There is one thing. Though we can barely bring ourselves to acknowledge it [...]
Smiles lay heavy upon our lips Our mouths empty caverns, through which jumbled alphabets clamour and spill Forming sharp stalactites and mighty stalagmites Forging treacherous paths Over time, from below and above fuse to impressive columns of silence, containing all the things never said As we grow, we tread old patterns on new paths Search [...]
The space you once were Calls to me, Taunts me Mocks me It knows me better than you It knows my fears My desires My loneliness It surrounds me with riling laughter and judgment Its arms like weighted blankets surround me Crushing me Its hands placed over my eyes and ears So I don't bear witness [...]
How many times have I ended a thought with And here we are I miss you today I said your whole name out loud for the first time in nearly a year and it hurt so bad. I sat for a long time, crying, feeling sorry for me, and for you No one will ever [...]
You are where I'm from You are the soil in which my roots find purchase I grow because of you And even when you do not care for me I grow in spite of you Beautiful. Strong. Resilient. And yet, you are a part of me My Earth. My Home. You are my sanctuary You [...]
Your voice The calm that quells the storms that rage Your Touch The sensation that soothes my bristled skin Your Presence The harmony in my soul that brings me peace Your Taste Honeyed cherub lips and patchouli infused skin satiate me Components of you made especially for me In your embrace I [...]
My Dearest Briar, I'm sitting on a train this morning, thinking about you. I'm always thinking of you. It's raining here. I often wonder what it is like where you are. Does it rain? I would imagine if it does, the most beautiful gardens would bloom. Here, without you, the grey skies darken and a [...]
There's a storm on the horizon
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