(Mansuetude: mildness, gentleness)

Moon and Sun

are reflections

of the quiet

calm inducing

light

that breathes

in the lungs of

his eyes

immeasurable

beauty

Like staring

into dragon fire

I lose myself

inside

everytime

they meet mine

our souls

a ball of twine

©achosenword

morning fog

some days it feels like I am

barely existing

above the waves of silence

the small still voice of black birds

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"Lonely is something I am accustom to, not something I desire to be, but have learned to accept." -the wolf

In the way
Only the wolf can
Soft cries
I bared my soul
Shed tears
Whispered dreams
Fed fears
To the black widow
Of cold night
Lifetimes
Of alone
Rolled into
A half smile
Of hope
A sliver
Of moon
Perhaps
One day
Soon
The rooster
Will crow a tune
Of love
Ill wake up
From this nightmare
Of hollow
Bones
No longer vacant
Of wamrth
But curiously
Touched
By the fingers
Of a wanderer
Who saw it fit
To curl breath
between
The spaces
To make my empty
A home

©achosenword

a needle

through the eye

tiny stars

I knit the dark

into dreams

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I took a dive

Cannon ball style

into the ocean of you

I was all in

from the beginning

not knowing

there was no depth

beyond the surface

no beauty skin deep


The mask was pretty

but the underneath was

purely a mirage of paradise

too good to be true

You were more jagged rock

than water

a knife through the heart

just a shallow pool

of empty promises


From this

I learned a hard lesson

Next time

Ill remember to dip my head

before my chest

test the waters first

before risking my heart

only to drown

in a dead sea

©achosenword

sure as the wind blows

one is persuaded to be

all in or nothing

either love me or leave me

but do not string me along

©achosenword

again and again

the odds are stacked against me

but all is not lost

hope is a well within me

that refuses to run dry

©achosenword