The Gavel has sounded.
Yet as you realize the gravity of your situation.
you feel no guilt, your heart is not heavy.
Time will only bring on this emotion, slowly.
Slowly thoughts will wander, and now the situation is more than the past. Its reality.
Never was a vow broken, for your heart was righteous. Until a dread came crashing in.
Too sudden, reality seems a dream. Your heart - prior situation - is jagged, cracked as a felled mirror. Now, future holds your destiny, and uncertainty, an old friend, appears.
Time and destiny, twisting in serenity, you dive into the situation.
And now, the act is complete.
Jagged heart, blood along its edges, hands across your chest, in attempt to slow the wound.
But the dread has done its deed, she wont revoke her word.
You had been left, heart hurting, words churning, and now you have a truth you need to speak. For you are not the condemned, not for the actions you took.
But dread has done its deed. And as she hears your words, the confusion clashes with certainty. You forsake dread, binding yourself to another, that is what dread will think. But you are not the guilty party. For long before, you had been left, heart hurting, words churning, and with beloved dread turning away, leaving you to weep.

Often, I ponder the consequences of life.
The illustrations we paint,
Choosing to splatter yet another color across the canvas.
Often, I watch as color turns dark.
Ceasing to exist, the suns light dipping under the horizon.
And here we are, in our truest nature, staring into the shadows.
As a man stares within his own soul.
What purpose can we serve when our lives our haunted by wrong and right.
How can we, navigate the lightless landscape, when all can be shattered by one action.
The weight not mattering, the intention disregarded.
For any and all actions pose the chance of error,
of tumultuous failure.
This world we inhabit, and the society we love so dearly,
so fragile.
Often, I ponder the reason of those around me.
of the weight they throw with their actions, and how assuredly
they hold themselves.
Often, I wait to see them tumble, never again to fully make it off the ground.

it fills the air, with a quivering screech.
leaving only the toll of a beating bell.
To the heavens we stare,
hearing nothing at all,
nothing but its honest call.
For in these moments, fleeting, and rare,
we find our pilgrimage headed towards hell.
uncomfortable with the truths we face, we find ourselves pitiless, a hollow peach.

I want to feel your fingers in my hair.
I want you to run them through and through,
I want to feel you pull and tug.

I want to leave goosebumps down your neck.
I want to tease and tickle, letting my fingers just barely touch your skin, I want to let my nose follow my lips, I want to breath you in.

I want your arms around me, feel your nails dig in.
I want you to grab my ***, hold me close as you let out the sweetest of groans.

But most of all, I want to spend time around you.
I could just sit with you, I would just walk with you, we could just be in a car. Silent, or talking, I don't mind. As long as I'm with you, I'll be fine.,

Smile, you're on camera.
Calloused Hands, covered in flour,
Crusted in tender dough
Apron used to wipe the knife
Stained.
Red, green, and hints of yellow. Colors of,
Peppers, tomatoes, a touch of basil, of love.
Wrapped around my waist,
"Give me one second, I've got to check the oven"
Food and love,
Intertwined in memory, sharing a laugh and a drink, with way too much bread on the table.
The edges of your lips twisting upward ever so slightly, as the taste hits your tounge.
Hands reaching towards one another,
As we enjoy this meal,
This delicious love.

Sighing in the sheets,
Dreaming of the sweeter things.
I lay alone, eyes drowning in the darkness,
Wondering why sleep escapes me.
Toss, turn, adjust the sheets,
Get up to go to the bathroom.
And as I climb back into bed,
Hoping to empty head,
I hear your voice,
And see your shoulder turn.
A hand slips over to my chest,
Fingers spin in a loving caress.
And with deep breath in, I let go of the world,
Leaning in, I embrace the girl.
But as my arms begin to grasp her,
Her form disappears,
And suddenly, my eyelids flutter open,
Just a dream, another voice in the dark.

How are we ever supposed to connect,
If we, as individuals, are more absorbed in our phones, ourselves, than the person we just swiped on.
We open a chat,
Men gotta start right?
Men gotta impress right?
Well **** that, not all of us guys are after a quick **** and done.
Some of us guys want a person to sleep by not just with.
So maybe next time,
Women will try to cast,
And men, we will be the fish.