How do I eloquently introduce you to the demons in my bed? Should they join us at the table as we go to break our bread? Before I set their place, should I tell you how they’re fed? The living eats a little different than the dead. How do I elegantly articulate all the thoughts…
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…
Search for meanings in mountains, Observing from the sky. Ranges like encryptions, To decode as I fly. My path becomes clearer When viewed from so high. But this connection is different, And I may never see why. An ascent to more hellos? Or an eventual goodbye? And why with answers uncertain Am I so willing…
stop trying to choose how others should care— we’ve always been ones to do as we dare; knowing there’s deeper burdens to bare, hidden in levels of being aware. at least it will always be as we faire, for how we vanish into thin air; as that is only a step of the stair, when…
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…
Spring has sprung, let the rivers run, Towards the bay, towards the fun, Towards waters wading everyone. Upon approach, the sight does stun As the shallow waters seem over-run. All seek the tides warmed by the sun, Yet, in the depths, they’re nearly none… The water is different out here, Things are not as they…
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…
I break my heart To flood the feeling. It has become too easy To close off ‘til numb. Rationalize irrational movements Just to feel the current run. But no one’s safe in shallow waters The riptide tangles through everyone.
Aurora|Wrote 