Ciara

sinking

sink or swim. you think i might swim, i’m so good at it. but the denseness of underwater blues is so much more appealing these days. the quiet abyss wraps its arms around me. sways me left to right, its just the way i like it. it’s just what i need right now. the wetnessContinue reading “sinking”

it’s…

the quiet night. blue light glows quietly. orange. the sullen movement of the freeway keeps me company. and that’s okay. and you check on me. tell me it’s not alright. but i’m fine. alone. listening to the crickets. feeling an easy breeze. it’s alright. with a fire in my belly. desolate. i always stop. alwaysContinue reading “it’s…”

cold fingers

empty spaces between us. engaged conversations, forgotten embraces, distracted by the bodies that surround us. dim lights and screaming music, i forgot to find you. smoke my thoughts outside and ramble on the happenings of yesterday. i remember to find you and become distracted by giving undeserved apologies to obnoxious attitudes. angry and anxious,Continue reading “cold fingers”

swollen

i feel like swollen metal. i know it’s impossible. you don’t need to tell me different. let’s just lay quietly. please. as my edges show rounded. hard to believe, i know. but here it is. dull. and exhausted. the c in me can barely breathe so come close and hold me tight. i melt beneathContinue reading “swollen”

taking time

my inability to write is specific. i’m not producing as much for a reason. there are bigger things i am trying to consume right now. a dark side is pushing its presence on me and i’m learning how to enfold it but the itch to create is increasing. i promise you that. there is somethingContinue reading “taking time”

desolate

dig a little bit deeper. when i close my eyes the blackness fades to blonde. here is where you can find me, resting against the slow melody that’s playing sullen and sweet. there’s an ache in the pit of my stomach that doesn’t want to let go of my chest. it’s married to the twitchContinue reading “desolate”

the static that vibrates

enveloped. a part that i’m not familiar with is forcing its way through the surface. what a strange place to find myself. what a peculiar way to leave me feeling. and what for? what do you want with me here in this new fold? what am i to do with you? it’s not fair, youContinue reading “the static that vibrates”

untiltled

walking slightly ahead, this path seems familiar. in the beginning the wind blows a certain direction that sweeps my hair, hiding my face. as i sway in the flow, hands pull the streams away from disguising my likeness. i see you see me. and i smile and for a moment, i can feel only theContinue reading “untiltled”

secret life

camp fire cold. blasphemy filled the ears and all i thought was you. in a madness of comfort for the weary. you and i brought the torture down. a funny story. and a tormented lifestyle. you and me. we will never win the game we play. instead play chess all night until one loses. inContinue reading “secret life”

fools rush in where angels fear to tread

i need you. silent makers of the wind breaks open miniature flasks of happy tortures blooming in unopened sunlight, smiles forcefully turn ripped pages these many chapters write their own books and bluebirds capture uneasy tears flowing from deep waters a thousand sunsets wouldn’t explain this darkness in beauty the falling sky decides nextContinue reading “fools rush in where angels fear to tread”