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156 · Mar 2024
mirkwood
Grace Mar 2024
there is a scene in my day
when I leave the wretched white-walled windowless building
and a blast of the freshest air hits me,
and it feels like my first breath in hours.
The sun is a glory on my skin,
and I take off my jacket to feel the air on my arms
for the first time in a season.
like that scene in the desolation of smaug when bilbo climbs up a tree and the heaviness of evil in the air can't choke him anymore, and butterflies surround him and the sun shines all over and then he sees the mountain and knows which way to go.
155 · Mar 2024
the wind
Grace Mar 2024
do they know of the uproar,
the unrest,
the tirelessly shifting waves
of wind against the window?
So harsh, all through the day,
but it is a severity I can feel safe by,
watching the gusts and hearing the voices
while, in this alcove, everything is still.
154 · Dec 2023
A Ditty for the Lovesick
Grace Dec 2023
A kiss to waver all contempt away,
a lovely flavour that no flower could convey.
To pluck its petals, like the strumming of a lyre,
a song, ephemeral but the loveliest of choirs.
to all those who make my heart sing
153 · Dec 2022
in the cold
Grace Dec 2022
in a hush,
the fire flew
- a brush
of yellow hues;
in the darkness
it is painted
the silhouettes
of me and you.
152 · May 2022
ennui
Grace May 2022
I am dust, a shell, a forgotten sweater
unravelling in darkness
ennui is stuck
inside of me
Grace May 2021
I took a break on
trying. But tomorrow is
when I try again.
this is the future we were given - it's time we do something with our present
152 · Feb 2022
back in time
Grace Feb 2022
there are times when my voice gives into the devouring worm
that is the silence,
that is the pull between your thoughts,
the tug of hate and love.

who do you let win,
because it is up to you.
but when you must choose who does lose,
there is no trophy for selfish choices,
there is no winner in this wordless crime.

i have loved and ached
and sought after those things you two once shared -
compared to now, we are impaired
of this balance between
too little and too much -

a lack of patience and of touch
152 · May 2023
nike
Grace May 2023
there is a sculpture
she claims unsketchable
of a woman in a mangled
frozen pose

the people flock to kiss
her pale lifeless feet
and gaze up in such proximity
to the angelic, unravelled woman
who becomes something more
in their gazes

but we sit from afar
and she marvelled at those wings
at the bends and swerves of that limestone
or marble
at the spine and the cracks

the prose of anonymity in beauty without a face,
a fetish,
just awe in raw skill
150 · Nov 2021
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Grace Nov 2021
_
adjust

it sounds simple,


does it not?
we are supposedly the most adaptive species on the planet
150 · Jun 2023
lovesick
Grace Jun 2023
sick
of all
the wasted
time
dancing neath the summer heat I love this song it's on repeat we sit so close for the last time, hoping, praying you were mine
150 · Aug 2023
a story of morning haiku
Grace Aug 2023
the song of stillness
hummed as Dawn holds the water
in a spell, a dream

some days, there are tears;
the water is a remnant,
an old memory

after all, don't you,
still waking, hold closer to
the feeling of dreams?
it is daybreak
yet the horizon lies unbroken
and somewhere I know
the water will touch the sky
moulding days and dreamers
149 · May 2022
get away from me
Grace May 2022
hello little gnat
flying so small
in my ear,
with a noise like that

in my neck, in my ear,
clever little thing
no one else can hear you
or see your buzzing wings.

this side that side
round you go
buzzing in my ear
nobody will know
148 · Aug 2023
autumn haiku
Grace Aug 2023
Autumn pulls at dusks
yet August will not relent
until September

when evenings begin to hold that hallowed smell inside,
yet summer holds

15.08.23
147 · Dec 2021
the ocean is in your heart
Grace Dec 2021
you are resilient to the tides of this sea;


there are shells in the sand, unshaped
unlike the stones smooth with ages of storm
146 · Sep 2024
shouldered
Grace Sep 2024
I love harshly,
in the thicket with sword
I will not yield,
I'll be your shoulder, your shield
Lean into me
146 · Jun 2021
Ah, childhood...
Grace Jun 2021
Cherish it, children -
cherish the cherry blossoms for they bloom in spring and fall shortly thereafter.
Cherish the clear sky for soon enough, smog will cower in the corners of the night.
Cherish the freedom of childhood; soon you'll turn ten and be off to college or travel the world.
Cherish this second because it's over before you realize how many milliseconds went away with it.
145 · Jan 2024
first snow
Grace Jan 2024
finally the snow
comes in a steadfast,
overnight blow

and we expect,
depend and know
that lovely quietness
of winter.

everything hushed,
more still and so
we whisper
145 · Jan 23
the springing
Grace Jan 23
There's a spring in my mind, and we sit near it together
and there's a silence between us, charged with the memory of winter and summer and pelicans on the shore.
You close your eyes in prayer, but I keep mine open and watch you
in this eastern light, thanking someone.

The ocean, the lake, the water is lapping with the phrase
moments in time, and I hear you next to me.
We stare at this expanse and are next to one another. I don't have to look at you, to say a word,
just this moment is like a well in the earth, springing with fresh water from the dark, into my arms,
fulfilling me.
143 · Mar 2022
inadvertently
Grace Mar 2022
not immune, but blind and used to
what your habits do to you.
142 · Nov 2024
market
Grace Nov 2024
stand too close,
and bite me.
I will lead the way
through people, swarms and swarms of them,
hold tight
and take me to that view of ours:
we close our moments with the lake in mind.
142 · Jul 2024
as you wish
Grace Jul 2024
I think I knew you once,
with eyes like the sea caught by a storm,
you left on the vow of this unbreaking love.

Come back to me, I begged into the hills, death having made us wed. I died that day, and every day after.

In the throws of a fateful wind, my dress blew scarlet threads; my dead heart was promised to a prince, and vacantly I walked, a ghost for you.

Come back to me, I begged into the hills.

In this life or the next, I will ride wildly on horses with you, my love. I became yours on the sword of your vow.
the princess bride (1987)
142 · Apr 2022
strummer
Grace Apr 2022
I have listened to the strumming of your song
and the way your fingers move is something I'm afraid I will never understand

the veins in your hands are flooding like rivers
like when swords are grasped and ****** into battle

you fight the air with your songs
and the water with your melody

and orpheus might turn, again, at you who plays for the pleasure of the gods -
yet it is not for them you play,
but for yourself.

and that is purity.
Grace Apr 2021
Face them, I'd like to tell her.
They look like shadows but when you touch them,
They turn into fireflies.
I hate it that you only understand something once you've experienced it. I know how it feels to conquer the darkness, but now I'm guiding her from the outside of it, hoping the echos of my voice reach her.
Grace May 2023
her eyes are deep
stark like islands in an ocean
murky tides
misty waves
things lost and conveyed
a galaxy of clustered stars
that have dwindled off
so very long ago -
yet not to us
for no one has seen
how floods corrupt the dam
of her lashes,
the downy of her skin
so young and like a flower
wilting
she is guilty of another's crime
but again, she sinks
into sand
into clay at the absolute bottom of the deepest abyss
from sun-tanned to night-kissed
she reaches out with a hand,
a plea,
a look

and the pressure of the water pulls you in with her
so that you, too are lost
in the expanse
of those deep eyes
Grace Jun 2022
one year gone
nothing has changed
except for the fact that
everything's the same
looking through the lens of retrograde
141 · Jun 2023
patience is forgiving
Grace Jun 2023
the ocean batters
reckless waves and constant storms
but the rock is still
140 · Feb 2024
another sky
Grace Feb 2024
The horizon's obsolete
I want to appear mature,
so I stare at it for forever.

It is worth all that time
next to you.
another moment in time
140 · Nov 2021
this selfish single moon
Grace Nov 2021
there are two sides of this moon -
one has always been cast in darkness,

and the other,
a mirror for the sun.

but she is ethereal, though she takes all light and dark

and she is steady, though the tides she turns are monstrous

and she is encompassing, for without her we would have been cast in our own shadows.

she is battered with asteroid collision, entrapped in this gravity,
protecting the mother that kills itself.
140 · Nov 2021
parkways
Grace Nov 2021
my name is grace
that's the name I was given
and I like that name, all the same
I am wired to complain
about the hardships in the rain
of our vain
hypocritical place;
i am grace
~
i dont really know what i was going for here but yeah anyways
140 · Jan 2024
the just right
Grace Jan 2024
this love,
or not so sure,
but something close,
naive, or pure

it is enough
to sustain me
into waiting for you,
until we

or I
am brave,
and the timing is just right.
Like a tidal wave,

I hope we will look
into each other's eyes,
and see the truth,
beyond the guise,

beyond just love,
meek or concentrated,
whatever.
it is just right.
140 · Jun 2021
sudden rain
Grace Jun 2021
I miss being a little girl,
ignorant and happy and loved.
139 · May 2024
what are words
Grace May 2024
I want to write a song for you but you are the strummer,
the player,
the gentle wrist flicking up and down,
the echo in the cavity,
the vibration of the strings
and the voice that sings.
I believe in the sacrament of art and work
because the guitar grew with you, gave you sunlight
139 · Feb 2023
only in my head...
Grace Feb 2023
i am such an idiot, so selfish, blind, and young,
because i don't know anything so how can i know love?

...i swear that we were once in love
138 · Mar 2022
circles
Grace Mar 2022
where can blame be laid
if not next to a body
after no one claimed it for themselves?
138 · Mar 2022
ceaseless
Grace Mar 2022
stand still.

I am like this,
like that

it is hard to be what I fear -
change

I am fickle and fain when things remain
short term pleasure, long term pain
137 · Mar 14
north star
Grace Mar 14
I wait to be led by the starlight,
finding one dimmer than the others but too steady to ignore
137 · Jun 2021
Desperations in my heart
Grace Jun 2021
A breath so epic and golden and extreme,
lips that whisper like olive branches and shooting stars,
eyes that hold constellations and dreams,
pinkies touching and the silver rope of love's string -
the kind of love I'm yearning for.
137 · Jun 2024
Cat
Grace Jun 2024
Cat
Walking in the evening shade,
a figure there, it has not strayed
far from the path. It does depend
on shadows, lurking, it can blend

but sunlight enters through the trees,
reveals the cat, a stealthy breeze
that saunters over, brushes against
our legs, and now we have a little friend.

She sits on the stairs, stalks in the grass,
guards the street and greets those who pass;
a friendly thing, but we say goodbye,
until next we pass the creature by.
Theres also a fox who lives on the hill and I think they have a mutual understanding
137 · Jan 2021
Teaching me
Grace Jan 2021
I saw a world you
didn't know existed.
And yet, here you are,
teaching me.
137 · Feb 2024
babel
Grace Feb 2024
the hierarchy of learning is in the institutions
that rob you of your money and then spit you
out into the world, shaking.

Learning is a form of art, I think,
yet it has lost its lustre.

Curiosity is no killer,
but the cruelty of what "education" has become, is.
what has already been said,
even though I have the privilege of being able to complain about something like this
is another astonishing thing
136 · Oct 2021
ignorance is bliss
Grace Oct 2021
I am a cat.
Curiosity has killed me.
136 · Jul 2024
Pilgrimage
Grace Jul 2024
The pilgrimage, across the rocks,
along the shore,
they walk with solace.

Twilight stretches long limbs as they waltz in a line to the edge of the world,

gazing into the depths of the waters to see whatever it is they have come for.

Then the sun slips down and stars make a path for them back to that place of beginnings.
07.11.24
135 · Mar 2024
blizzard
Grace Mar 2024
the snow is a siphon

are you pulling me in
or am I pulling you toward me?

are you pushing me out
or am I pushing you away?

it blows into the windshield so we pull to this side,
let the transport pass us by,
hazards flashing in the dark.

silence hangs between us like the edge,
so feebly teetering between tears and peace
I want to spill my guts out to you,
but I am worried it will distance us.

my dear.
134 · Sep 2023
august 31st haiku
Grace Sep 2023
mother calls them in,
the ones without a concept
of how summer ends.
Grace Aug 2023
who cares about the past,
since now is now.
Have cool adventures and surround yourself with good people,
and be kind and authentic and sassy,
and you'll be just fine.
134 · Sep 2024
fragrances
Grace Sep 2024
spring is hardly sure it loves the summer sun,
till the wind is warm and fruitful.
uncertainty amongst strangers
133 · Aug 2023
longing haiku
Grace Aug 2023
longing looks at us
from where the sky meets water
love, unrelinquished
06.08.23
132 · Dec 2023
In the North
Grace Dec 2023
It is cold and dark in the morning.
Night passes from evening until noon,
Short hours of daylight in June -
the clouds reveal sun without warning.
132 · Apr 2022
covenant of fools
Grace Apr 2022
is it not in the strands of grass between us
that no matter the traditions we uphold,
there will always be human desire
and hate
and love

It is the mirror we covet, a pane restricted to the contorted visions of society.

Yet the window is endless in its ability to capture the vast outstretch to the world we fold away from.
vanity
131 · May 2024
beyond kindness
Grace May 2024
there is a quality subtler than kindness,
though they are connected.
quieter, lovelier, beautiful to notice and reciprocate
if you can see it in those eyes,
that smile, the look across the room

barely platonic, but some kind of love without tension,
a frequency that hums in beholders if you listen and reply
in your own way.

I admire this quality and the people it belongs to;
I only ever see them in passing, mostly,
and in fleeting moments I am enveloped by the warmth, the belonging, this lasting tryst of hearts that stay connected
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