Traveler

Jul 26

mysterie

bloom

you call me petal,
suddenly im blushing
like a rose in the morning
before the sun knows to look away

your fingers brush against mine
and something blooms --
not loudly,
but like orchids
deciding its time.

you always smell like wild lavender
and stolen hours,
like the kind of spring
you never see coming
until it's already
wrapped around your ribs.

i used to hate snowdrops.
they're too open, too soft.
now i plant them into poems
because they remind me of you --
brave
enough
to bloom anyway.

this thing between us
isn't fireworks.
it's passion,
it's roots,
and patience
it feels like sunlight shared on a park bench
where your head finds my shoulder
and stays.

inspired by spring.

date wrote: 20/6/25

#flowers #orchids #rose #snowdrops #love #wlw

Jul 26

Maddy

Nearing Gravitas

Always been a female Charlie Brown and Linus with Marcie thrown in for good measure
There are Lucys in my life, but they still scare me
Been a victim and now a survivor with flashbacks
Don't go there, please
Loner but not lonely
Having to accept that things change won't dare come for an answer
Sometimes, I'm too kind and good for my own good
Harder for teachers to learn lessons
Yet, they do
Moving on to the right direction and journey
Nearing Gravitas

Jul 26

Jamison Bell

I'll give you a hysterectomy if you buy me a steak n cheese sub

I've buried a body, fingered Jess, and cooked a thanksgiving turkey.
I snorted a line, took a hit, and things are still a bit murky.

I've read the Bible, a little of Kant, and I've stared into the abyss.
Followed the moon all the way home, and something's still amiss.

I've listened to Bach while making her come as she looked into my eyes. And still I sit here wondering about unnecessary lies.

I thought by now there'd be a pattern, that in some way it'd all make sense.
That if I went ahead and experienced things, I wouldn't care about the tense.

So I jumped off a bridge, have had a few drinks, rescued a young opossum.
And I've had a few nice thoughts about that **** Emmy Rossum.

Maybe I've seen and done the things and people I was meant to be.
Though I know it never was or ever will be me.

Jul 24

Agnes de Lods

The Journey

All seems different,
like a blurry landscape
with vanishing maps.
The distance from the past
keeps growing.
I slice through space and time,
on the chosen path,
along a trajectory of circumstances.
Against the denial of access,
against the gate closing,
just to hold together what was apart.

#journey