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Mar 7 K E Cummins

Mary Huxley

If you return,
do not knock,
the door has memorized your hands.

If you leave,
do not turn back,
the wind carries only forward.

Mar 7 K E Cummins

Chaotic Ramblings

Mar 7 K E Cummins

Elle

Chaotic Ramblings

My mind is filled with the chaotic ramblings
Of a wanton fool
Obsessed with bulldozing reality
My thoughts rewinding and replaying and repeating
The unfixable concepts that are brought on by unfulfillment
Begging for sneak peaks of an invisible future
And road maps to moments now past.
Searching for solutions in the here and now
When the here and now is just imagination.
.
The rejection of acceptance fuels
An unreasonable mind
That prefers fantasy to non-fiction

Mar 7 K E Cummins

There is No

Mar 7 K E Cummins

Sarah Spang

There is No

And now there is no vestige
No trace, no artifact
Of what once was behind us
Where time won't circle back.
A decade or a century?
A lifetime thrice, perhaps.
Each cycle different versions
Though the bones remain in tact.

Mar 7 K E Cummins

Audible Pauses

Mar 7 K E Cummins

Lenora Mira

Audible Pauses

What is said in the unspoken?
In shared glances
In messages deleted
In letters left in the bedside tables and
Notes left in the backs of drawers

Pens with ink that haven't been bled
And pages empty, wishing they could say
The message you think but won't put down
Or say aloud

But I can hear in the spoken pauses
The extra breath between sentences
The stutter in your words

Can you read between the lines
See behind the camera lens
Hear the chord missing from the harmony?
Are these audible pauses
Or am I the fool, listening to silence
As it speaks volumes?

Mar 6 K E Cummins

Vena Amoris

Mar 6 K E Cummins

Winter

Vena Amoris

The ring  that you gave
made my finger blue
it was suffocated it was bruised
tried to rip it off most nights
but it didn't come off yeah it never budged
and one day it did and the next i missed it
     the bruise started to heal it went purple then yellow
but there stayed a line an indentation of what we went through
in the finger with the vein to my heart
some nights when the world gets to me
i look at it  - the mark that you left
then suddenly I'm craving you
like air underwater
and it makes me want to swim back to you
we both  know i won't survive the tides
yet the love vein's pulling me back to you .