Where there is peace
there is silence.
Peace is simply the absence of noise.
The calmness in your soul is mistaken for loneliness.
Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 4:35 PM UTC
Were there clouds upon the sea
For they would shelter me;
Were there string tied to my heart
For you to pull them to and fro;
Were there clarity in my mind
So that i May function half the time.
Were there peace in my soul
So I would not lust after you no more.
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 7:06 PM UTC
I’m not happy.
I want to cry and crumple.
To scream.
But where is the point?
The day is the same, the air remains and the birds still screech.
So I stay silent.
No voice given to the devastation inside.
May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 11:03 AM UTC
The weeds grow long and tall
Curling into the crevices.
The grass has died back , yellow and withered.
I turn my back because it breaks my heart to see the flowers trampled.
I haven’t taken care and I haven’t planted.
This land has died and I can’t bare to look.
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 2:11 PM UTC
Kintsugi
So beautiful and wonderous to examine.
Yet filling in the cracks
with lies, platitudes and denial
never looks as good.
Ceramic bound in gold so intricate
yet this glue is brittle, faded and weak.
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 5:59 PM UTC
You knew you would end up here:
Winding ripping at your hair,
Eyes burning with tears
And hands clasping sand.
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 6:43 PM UTC
A kiss
Left unanswered
A kiss
withdrawn
A kiss
Misplaced
A kiss
Forgotten
And A kiss
Submerged into icey waters
To be burnt in frost.
Lips alone, cold and barren
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 4:58 PM UTC
That pain you feel?
Those nails digging into your skin?
That blade you feel?
It’s for you.
It’s to teach you that it’s your fault.
You should know better
You should care less
And you are stupid for not learning by now.
Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 3:20 PM UTC
Mud brown eyes and bent nose
***** skin and straggly hair.
Calls unanswered
Ignored and unwanted.
2D, flat, plain and uninteresting.
Nothing to contribute
A collection of roles, services rendered
And monotony personified.
Empty, devoid and boring.
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 9:40 AM UTC
There you sit
In your leather jacket.
Lips around a bottle of beer
Easy smile and smirking eyes.
I can’t help but walk over
And lay myself bare
Leaning across
Just to touch.
Skin on skin.
Lips brushing your ear
I do not whisper sweet nothings
But whisper scenes of obscenity
Visions of submission.
I feel your breath quicken as I move away
Hoping you will follow.
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 6:04 AM UTC