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Shell ✨🐚

Our hearts carry words, and words carry meaning,
Behind every meaning, there’s a feeling,
Sometimes they heal, sometimes they wound,
Sometimes they’re spoken, sometimes buried.
Yet no matter where they linger or hide,
They shape, they matter, they cannot be denied.

Feelings create words,
Words are said, but sometimes they’re kept,
Sometimes they bring relief, sometimes they bring regret instead,
But what can we do once they’re out?

Words and feelings are always entwined,
Both can soothe, both can sting in kind.
It’s not the words alone that decide their weight,
But the tone, the moment, the meaning we create.

So how do you know what they made you feel?
Look to your heart’s quiet response – there lies what’s real.

When it rains
Little branches get wet
And droplets form on them
Not falling
Just waiting to drop
Some want it
Want to fall to this puddle from which there is no return
And some love it up there

They will drop though
That's for sure

Will they be shaken accidentally by a girl taking a walk?
Will the water build up so much
And they aren't strong enough?
Will they evaporate?

They will all fall
Eventually

Is that comforting?
Sad?
Is it crazy?

I want to do something
But I can't seem to do anything
I just sit on the couch
Cat on my lap
Blanket over me
And read

Everything I write
Right now
I feel isn't complete

I want to get up
And walk with my music outside
But I'm tired
Why is this so hard for me?

both red flaming,
twin sides of insanity
for when either battles into an
existence seedling, watered,
internally nurtured, bred
with with care exquisite,
and
some smile
some weep
some
both
some naked
some clothed
both forever
red red        

                                         and read…

The mirror fogs up in the room with the heat

I fall to floor, I can’t breathe.


I claw at the tub of a bath half full

The walls rain down, it’s a gravitational pull.


I scream and I cry, for someone to hear me

But the pressure of the water drowns out my pleads.


At last I’m alone, as the blood drains through

At last I’m alone with a razor or two.

I am looking for measured, priceless
illusions
that woke up in your embrace
the day before yesterday.
I need empty meanings to outline
the laws of fate,
the sparkle of useless pedestals.

I close tomorrow's dream wide open -
I open the window
to find an escape route.
In love to limits of the universe,
deceptive like a drop of pain -
I cling to your tenderness, so insignificant
that sky lies at my feet,
I lose the plastic cross somewhere
along the way.

I spread fear, I explain myself to God
with my firstborn words. I am sadness
that no one here is waiting for.

Simplicity and illusion
are replicated in me -
I will saturate the dry soil of your lips
with tears. I remember all time fiercely -
a cry outlines
trajectories of wrong orders.

It is just a pair of mismatched hands.
It is a plea for future that I cannot
reconcile myself with.

You always beat me
At every game we played
So when I broke your heart
It was only natural that
You'd shatter mine
Effortlessly