What would they say… these flowers on our graves? About the people we were- without knowing the waters we’d wade? Casting shadows over where we lay– as they long to taste intentions, of the words we’ll never say. Nourished by the envy seeping 6ft from where we fade. Caged to feel them flourish above the…
We are but strangers, disguised as temporary love. Cloaked even from ourselves as we enter the room with intentions uncertain and fall into quiet madness. For in this moment, we play at the peak of a pedestal we never knew we built. Marbled with projections of the holes we have within ourselves that we hide…
Oh uncertainty… wrap yourself around me. Pack my life in a suitcase and let me wander free. Tell me of the mountains as you guide me to the sea. I’ll learn what I need, from the places I go, about who I’m meant to be. Oh uncertainty… keep your gaze upon me, help me aim…
Again, I am spotted at my windowsill– Feet dangling in the damp, summer air, With my gaze locked on the horizon. “What had I imagined all the years before”? The thought circles around in my mind while the light rain trickles in and the steam of my coffee trickles out— I take a sip. I’ve…
I want to feel for another, The way I feel for a storm. Blanketed by calm and peace, As the rain begins to fall. The strikes of lightning– each more memorizing and enchanting than the last– drawing me towards as the thunder crashes beside me. Shaking the earth beneath my legs as They move with…
5 AM; Bag already checked. Undoubtedly the traveler wandering east —to—> west. Coffee in hand, purposefully propped, slowly undresses itself of the condensation provoked, partially, by my neglecting lips… …Lips presently clasped as my eyes roam the rapid crowds. Casually considering the blur of faces flowing past me in waves… …Waves of droplets beat against…
She envies those aware that the enemies firing at them are the adversaries; As her’s often seem to be spies, once within enemy lines, trusted with weapons… Forcing her to stumble towards provoked changes in course, because–when she doesn’t see the rug about to be pulled out from under her– She blames herself for falling.…
A Dream Recollection — Goodbye To The Face On The Moon For years, I’ve admired the face on the moon. Then…. I’m suddenly conscious amongst chaos. Black ash quickly surrounds me—surrounds everything. I hear blasts like canons storming the sky as enflamed masses of matter cascade towards us…causing so much destruction upon collision. It…
I stare blankly at the rain trickling down the window, envious that raindrops have so many companions, chasing one another until they are bonded in a puddle on the windowsill. I sit, comforted by the familiar thoughts in my head telling me they would melt into a puddle with me. This makes me smile as…
Aurora|Wrote 