my thoughts for the day are as follows:

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cold wind drove away all life ( Read more... )

so grey and dull in a sea of vibrance. i speak & regret ( Read more... )

ground down like stripped metal. now just a shadow of a connection. all similar, but so opposite. with thorn in my side, &hardened heart, weakened wind turns over a new leaf. weary from nurture & muscles sore. nothing more to lean on.

time to make self happy.


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blank pages are turned into blankets embroidered and adorned and beautiful. no longer torn from the spine that fingertips caress. a part so secluded is now liberated and fears nothing. oh, this feeling. it is cold on this night. woolgathering about. about closed eyelids and pointed shoulder blades. bones stretched out and numbered. i do not ( Read more... )

arc of autumn. breeze blows through me, eyes as flames. i stretch, cat-like. a myriad of moth wings flutter. my eyes stir in sleep. dreams of soft skin and rubbing noses. a dream within a dream. unspoken words kept safe inside a swollen heart that races when you're near. promise me that we'll never be like them. stagnant. the living dead ( Read more... )

i want to live where the mountains meet the sea, where waves crash and sing onto the coast, where wild things call out shrieks that echo of a forgotten, yet familiar, place. i want to live where spirits meet their bodies, where fingernails become dirty, where hands grasp and pull without hesitation. amongst salty seas that coat my lungs with ( Read more... )

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starting a new chapter, wish me luck!

watching stars fall on rooftops. walking with friends and singing a song only we know through a night that looked like day. jumping from boulders into freezing mountain water. cold rain falling on naked skin. slow-dancing naked next to campfire. sitting on a waterfall utopia. sleeping in the sun on a blanket. kisses from a weeping willow. ( Read more... )

the grand canyon of your palm was spilling, pouring, gushing love and secrets. a fox and a porcupine. avocado and aubergine. pages torn, burned, forlorn. forgotten. feverish. bewildered but not blind, in a haze of rosy fog. fodder for the corpses of poets. hidden smiles wrapped in woven threads.

i am sick as all get out. be my friend.