My love,
You bring me back into the world.
Like white; still
petals of a gardenia,
spiraling into life.
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 11:16 PM UTC
Like hands folding edges of bible verses
these lines are my only sanctuary.
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 1:44 AM UTC
Somewhere there is a glass vase,
with white Lilly's wilted at the edges.
A pile of letters, unceasing.
Always arriving.
A candle half its lifespan.
A hair laying between the creases of her sweater.
I suppose we go bit by piece, sometimes having not knowing.
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 12:50 AM UTC
I imagine Hunter would have spread his arms wide.
Take me further and nowhere
outward and vanished.
For I have seen the most golden a person can be.
Road passing ocean.
I live, I live.
In the vestige of wind that carries me.
Tell me again,
why trees grow towards light.
Why we trace each others skin,
as if heaven sent.
And however
dreadful; unpromising
tell me why poetry is still seeking.
( C . C )
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 10:28 PM UTC
I love the reoccurring way melodies visit her mind,
Desiring nothing but to be sought into an existence molded in time.
( C . C )
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 2:23 AM UTC
*We lay in silk like mortality.
And I give into everything a night could offer
two souls indulging in a land fading so quickly.
In the morning, my love.
I will gather myself at your bedside.
as if to say you unravel me in the most
necessary ways.
Like moon fall pacing its way towards solidarity;
( C . C )*
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 12:49 PM UTC
There's something beautifully human
about finding whats lovely and keeping it close
for as long as possible.
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 9:17 AM UTC
Trying to understand how someone could want to
bury and preserve themselves in the same breath.
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 7:42 AM UTC
In my dreams;
Life hands me a bitten apple already rotted to grim
and asks me to make a meal out of it.
To salvage its once purity.
Sometimes all I taste is ash...
All i feel is dust.
( C . C )
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 4:05 PM UTC
Van Gogh painted in shades of blue
added speaks of light, I presume is you.
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 2:48 AM UTC