gray eyes grabbing for sunlight ( Read more... )

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'a bag of fun' for sale.
line up, line up.
your eyes are closed, your hands are cold,
you reach in
only
to discover
what you are looking for
does not exist in a vacuum
with a sign {on the} outside.

suspended,
the air is both comforting and cold.
this is not flying,
no,
this is something else.
forgive me, if i do not
seem myself,
i am fighting the urge to
tear these tethers off
and relish the long
fall.

diagonal footsteps,
bumping into silent reproach
the weather hurts feet
& the head is pounding
with unexpressed need--
don't be scared to trip
& fall--
it happens. it happens
often.
& i learn a new rhythm,
a pattern
that is easier to process,
cut myself once & pain
lessens with each nick,
or memory of pain dilutes
until it is water down
a storm

twisted, twisting,
the branch fails
to touch the other side
and it withers, weathered
& wrecked.

*
On a personal note, thanks to those who stuck with me during my absence. Appreciated. X

red bands ( Read more... )

i had hoped to be a ballerina
for your eyes only,
for your mind to devour my
steps as if they
were butterfly wings
yet, i fell prey
to my own longing
when ash was all
that lined your
mouth
and
my steps crumbled
liked old stone
once tended by
loving hand.

I find this haunting in the best possible way ...

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i'm a backward sort of forward ( Read more... )