They say we’re attracted to things that we love. The things that our soul light up for. I’ve always been attracted to the sun. Sitting on the front steps of my home during the summer, staring at the pavement and watching the heat rise from the surface. To think that the same ground that withstands the pelting rains, pounds of snow, being covered by the leaves that fall in October, and the pine needles that are blown and battered across is capable of collecting and giving warmth. That it can withstand the dancing of friends, the wheels and ripping of rubber tires, scraping of plastic toy houses and water balloon attacks in the July. It can withstand the t-ball stand that my father used to set up in may, and the chalk drawings of April. I’ve always been attracted to the sun and to the pavement. I think my soul is one that yearns to be felt, to be interacted with. To be a bystander of conversation, a passer byer of a young child discovering their passion for t ball. A spectator of the first snowfall, or the last leaf to fall from the tree. My soul craves moments, big or small. Rich or dull, it aches for other souls.
Jun 4, 2023
Jun 4, 2023 at 11:46 PM UTC
Since you left i've changed
im crafting a body that youll never get to touch
earning the caluses and scrapes on my hands that youll never get to run your fingers across
I got a new perfume too
its no longer the fresh floral, but rather now it is the soft vanilla that fills my mind with the visions of when i bake at home with my mother
my new favorite color is the deepest and richest sage
reminding me of abundance and freshness, the life that comes after dark, and the beauty in the hidden
as the jungle hides her most prized posessions behind the masses of leaves and wild grasses
New voices are filling my ears
those of old friends are reminding me of the memories we have back at home
while strangers share their goals and lessons with me
adding to my library of experiences and wisdom
My bed is no longer against the wall but is now located in the center of the wall
because the sunshine hits the middle of the room and beams in casting rays and rainbows across the room arund 2oclock everyday
My eyes no longer desperately search for you or your face in crowds or when i walk downtown. They dance around, taking in all of the new sights, the colors and shapes that orchestrate the life that im living
Im changing and i hope youre changing too
Apr 26, 2022
Apr 26, 2022 at 9:06 AM UTC
Theres that saying
When youre born in a burning house
You think the whole world is on fire
I wasnt born in a burning house
I was born by the sea
Where the windows were always open
And the sky was always blue and the birds flew in circles and sewed the clouds together
I was born on an island
With abundant fruit and milk
I took vacations to foreign lands
Where people spoke in different dialect but with the same tongues
Where the sun warmed the ground different, and the air was scented with adventure and exotic prose
You weren’t born in a burning house
You were a gift to the burning house
Your first breath was full of ash and dust
You were born with a broken sense of trust, and a fear in your heart
When you went on vacations you traveled to volcanos and traveled burning rock and soot
You laughter was muffled by the coughs from your smoke filled lungs
And your eyes burned from the smoke that was constantly around you
Smoke and fire spreads faster than clean air and water
Friend and foe, fire and water
We were born to cross paths
And forced to blaze against eachother
You threw fire at me, and I defended myself with my waves
We had moments of calm however
Where my cold tides were warmed by your flames
When your blaze caught to your surroundings
I shamelessly shielded you and helped to reduce the damage
Friend and foe, fire and water
We needed eachother to survive
But our paths weren’t made to fight forever
Eventually we turned backs and walked in opposite directions
I survived and fought on my own before you entered
And I know that I can do it again
Apr 5, 2022
Apr 5, 2022 at 11:34 AM UTC
i went out last night for the first time since letting you go
i found myself searching for the tone of your voice in everyone around me
and the soft smile of yours on all of the faces that surrounded me
i listened for your laugh, but the air was empty
the smell of your cologne wasnt lingering
nor was your touch on my skin
i miss you
but i know that youre only going to hurt me
Apr 3, 2022
Apr 3, 2022 at 2:54 PM UTC
the timing of time for you and i was off
maybe the universe was trying to tell us something
or maybe it was trying to save us
Mar 30, 2022
Mar 30, 2022 at 2:27 PM UTC
i was never able to love myself
so i loved you
i was never able to care for myself
so i cared for you
i was never able to speak for myself
so i helped you arrange your syllables
i was never able to see through the lens
so i looked on with you
i was always able to feel the pain
you were never able to fix it
i was always able to feel your pain
but you never felt mine
Mar 30, 2022
Mar 30, 2022 at 2:23 PM UTC
i frantically search for your hand in the darkness
but when i make it to the other side
i know ill be able to hold on forever
Nov 5, 2021
Nov 5, 2021 at 11:32 AM UTC
meeting you was like learning a new dance
uncertain and unsteady at first
but eventually learning the steps, and keeping to the beat
as time went on however
the dance became muscle memory
no more passion, no more muse
just an empty, mechanical response, series of ups and downs
our love was a dance
slowly losing its soul
it leaves me feeling empty
as we are just two skeletons dancing to an mechanical, automatic rhythm
Aug 5, 2021
Aug 5, 2021 at 1:01 PM UTC
I handed you the scissors
And expected you to cut holes into my battered wings
Instead you took the napkin from the table
And carefully cut holes
Unfolding slowly
The snowflake that hid in the folds
Snowflakes over tattered wings
Jun 15, 2021
Jun 15, 2021 at 11:07 PM UTC
you are now a memory to me
and i dont know
if the thought of that
makes me or breaks me
May 11, 2021
May 11, 2021 at 10:36 PM UTC