I often wondered if I would miss
You when I at last did leave,
Your fields and charm and spirit
-ed voices and songs.
I often felt I would flee with
Joy high in my heart
-ened sigh and feared I lost
My love for your soft lands.
But now as time approaches
Ever looming, beckoning me on
-ward to a new place to become
My own; I still remember fondly
The home where I grew and found my
Self.
Despite your cracking features,
your old and broken
-hearted soul;
I still will miss my home,
As I build a new house
-hold to keep me warm.
Jul 30, 2022
Jul 30, 2022 at 7:45 AM UTC
Only you, she said.
Not of anything important but
The importance of that nothing
Raised a veil from my eyes
And light poured in to fill
The void I'd grown inside.
I'm glad, she said.
Not for lack of meaning but
Meaning my lack of
Confidence detracted not from
Her joy and her smiles.
Thank you, she said.
Not just empty breaths but
That each breath I'd emptied
Grinning was matched by one
Of her own brighter moments.
Everything, she said.
And left me, wondering if
All this wondering left only
One truth sealed still
Locked behind her eyes.
Dare I look deeper?
Until even the edges of my mind
Are only you.
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 11:36 PM UTC
Eyes once filled with dreams
that spilled out into visions
Now dulled by time and memory
And struggle not to close
A heart once fed by love
that glowed with hope and meaning
Now beats with broken voice
And aches for other's pain
Lips once loud with stories
That weaved emotions with one breath
Now tired and silent
With no reason to speak
A girl who'd dream of futures
And speak of hope with pride
Now sits alone, with no fight left
She accepts her fate
And cries.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC
Rain fell with no ending
As I half-ran through the city
With only a jacket
No hood
Droplets drummed against my head
And soaked through my hair
Ran down my cheeks
And over my lips
Slipping softly
Between my breaths
Upon my tongue
And resting there
Whispering, lingering
An echo of a kiss
I can't yet know
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 12:50 PM UTC
She waits, outwardly patient, to greet her home
A gentle bow, with a smile that she has rehearsed, but need not
For when her Mistress returns her smile will not be fake
Nor the lift in her spirits
And when she grants her a moment alone,
She longs to feel her Mistress' touch,
Her warmth
Her breath
But she will not overstep, no, she waits - though it pains her - until permission is given
And all the more precious is the hand she cannot hold
The hand she reaches for
Yearns for
But remains a command away
So she waits
For if she is good,
Her reward will be sweet.
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 2:20 PM UTC
Her eyes put galaxies to shame
Her words like starlight
glistening gently in the dark
She is more beautiful than all the heavens
Brighter than even the fullest moon
That I could even think to touch her heart
Is no less than a blessing I don't deserve
She places smiles upon my lips
And warmth in my soul
From those smiles spill words
And from my soul songs pour
In my heart's heady desperation to repay
the love with which she has drowned
the very fabric of my mind
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 7:32 PM UTC
As we sit here
Stars circling above us
Eternities pass in seconds
Fathoms in whispers
Reality melts into a symphony
Of feelings and fleeting moments
And beneath it all
A whisper in the air
Each breath a blessing
Every smile an embrace
Gathering all fear and longing
And setting us free
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 9:41 AM UTC
I was nothing
My emotions projections
Of what I thought I should be
My heart beating for nothing
But circulation
As anxieties ran around my brain
I was a shell
Pretending to be normal
Imitating feelings I'd never known
Locked in a life I never lived
Broken but convincing myself
Nothing was wrong
I was confused
Knowing I was 'different'
But not sure why
And searching for fickle painkillers
That never dulled the pressure
In my mind
I was lost
Now I'm finding myself
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 8:36 PM UTC
I was more interesting in love
I found beauty in the smallest things
Excitement in the coming of winter
Thrill in the thought of just sitting
With an arm around me
Or a head resting against me
Or lips humming with muffled song
Not that I changed, or I need another to be complete
But that giving love fed me
And getting love opened my eyes
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 8:24 PM UTC
I'm staying up too late again
Listening to songs that make me cry
And I'm wasting away hours
That I could use for...something at least
So little purpose these days
So little meaning
I know the dream is coming
Just, it's too far for now
My life is a phone off the hook
Stock music crackling to no-one
Waiting for someone to pick me up
And lead me on.
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 8:12 PM UTC