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Would you still love me if the night spoke my sin,

if the ash of my mistake clung to our bodies,

if the wind carried whispers of my guilt

and our skin bore the scent of shattered stars—

would your hands still gather me from the void?
 Nov 29 Jace Albine
Liana
Sitting on my cozy chair
With my blanket
And on top it it
My cat

It's the first time
I've ever used the fireplace
Since we moved to this house
It's wonderful
I wish to have a fire every night

If only
My mind would be as calm as the fire
And as bright
A good note that solved all the problems of the world
 Nov 28 Jace Albine
Emma
Pills rattle on cue,
Cats purr in soft solace true.
Sofa hugs my frame,
Netflix whispers, sleep reclaims—
Healing slow, the hours accrue.
Yesterday I stayed home was too sick and in pain to move. Today I'm only going to help my friends, I desperately need to rest.
 Nov 27 Jace Albine
Lee
Every time I touch the void
Do you feel a tremble, a stir?
Every time I paint it with a whisper of color
Do you see a shift within?
If not, at least I've tried.
Perhaps I’m not the one you seek.
I seek answer and I will wait in silence.
 Nov 27 Jace Albine
Varsha K
From here to you I say
Writing is your healing,
Never let it get away.
The community of lovers, hurts, addicts, wonderers & wanderers.
Im a broken soul
Laughing and twirling
Under the stars
Of the bleeding Heavens
 Oct 11 Jace Albine
Kalliope
27
 Oct 11 Jace Albine
Kalliope
27
Another year living, another day gone,
The past isn't giving the wisdom I want.

I'm searching for answers, I lay in the rain, I stare at the moon while I'm begging for change.

My face is now creased, from years of worry, I laugh at my young wish to grow up in a hurry.

The right answers never come, I grieve over wrong choices, I'll stay in my bed berated by these voices.

And it's October, but the leaves are still green, the seasons aren't seasons and I am not me.

Twenty seven I might be, but fourteen I still feel, I look at the life I've built but none of it seems real.
Happy Birthday to you, they shout in my room, but it's just a Friday, and I'm losing my youth.
I'm choked up inside
With no-where to hide
I crash and burn
As I live and learn

In a daze
Heading for the sun
I carry on  - I carry on

Life on a high tide
Is not an easy ride
On the run from everyone


In a daze
Heading for the sun
I carry on  - I carry on - I carry on

© Debra Lea Ryan
11.10.2024
☀♥ƸӜƷ✿♬
Sing-a-long @   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXsAQnKturU
Thank You to Vibe N Hearts, Love Debs
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