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”
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this is how you make me feel…
suffocated from warm milk chewing on my own tongue deaf from hind sight chest ripped apart swallowed likeness, moving notions. i hate you. smile when i break my own heart thinking that perhaps i can win you over somehow. i keep finding myself in moments where i might catch you, but instead find you lookingContinue reading “this is how you make me feel…”
not likely
dim lights suffering exposure to high energy. emotions. spend your time under covers to wait. not a likely story for future reference. but stay patient, as much as it’s a virtue, just wait. notice, though, as minutes pass, these words are cheap and are leaving you in solid definition to steer clear. notice that thisContinue reading “not likely”
while you are away
i am sleeping greedily. the bed, my fortress. and i spread out big upon it. the pillows surround me, keep me safe. and cozy… but the mornings are still too cold. they miss the warmth that is you. i don’t eat as much. too occupied with anything but food, it’s not fun cooking for one.Continue reading “while you are away”
deep waters, unfinished
fractured line of reasoning. sedated, swimming in deep waters. these are my waves, my hidden corals, my seeking riptides. and all that i am afraid of, all that i enjoy sleeps with me in the heavy currents. when the blues and the purples match my skin tone, i know that its consumed me. and whileContinue reading “deep waters, unfinished”
be mine, like a dirty valentine
be my happy moments. be my sunny day, easy breezy that opens me alive, be my cool stream along the slick rocks, my green path. the brightness of daybreak be my laughing child. be my warm embraces, crack the world open, be my forgotten love note and leave me with wet kisses, touch me inContinue reading “be mine, like a dirty valentine”
“my dearest scatter heart”
textured walls finding softness building pieces you can’t follow me anymore quiet gestures bringing closer ideas lovely bruised and beaten find me ugly today tomorrow always willing suffer more than less likely candidate you make nonsense reality again and again third class communication never wins in this space near me so bring your suitcase packContinue reading ““my dearest scatter heart””
early hours of the morning
hardwood floor. quietly lit kitchen and entryway. humming of the refrigerator. these are the things that keep me company in the early hours of the morning. bare feet, light sweater. cold keys, you do me no justice these days. and in the quiet hours of the early morning, i find that all i have isContinue reading “early hours of the morning”
signs of september
quiet moments find me soft in the stream of lights, forcing their presence through the cracks in the blinds. sleepy eyes turned watery eyes, dreamy eyes falling quietly back asleep. in the comfort of your security blanket. arms wrapped perfectly around my waist, up around my chest, your hand holds me tight. the morning bringsContinue reading “signs of september”
warm glow, solitude
straight to the head. blurry blind. forgetful fool. you should remember better. like a warm coat, it feeds. instead you walk blind. talking and talking to everyone but you . delirious and drunk in the moment. a stupid movement. a numbing drive home. an empty love nest. with a warm glowing, solitude. and i wantContinue reading “warm glow, solitude”
Ciara Ashley Johnson 