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Seth Seaman Aug 7
There was a dark place, a cave, a hole, a deep dark knot in my soul. My place for anger, sorrow, despair, shame and only me to blame. No entry the path reads, no source of light, hope, care or concern.But then sounds of footsteps stir, growing louder with every heartbeat and step taken towards nothing but a blur. Treading bright with your light, hope, care and absolute nourturing concerns.
Towards a man who bares many scars, crows eyes and squint of unsure. Yet you embrace with grace and continue to comfort a creature with only love as your cure. He's blessed, left in awe, starstruck and in disbelief of it all. So now there's a dim place with scattered light and dimming memories of the past, the dark hides from the light dancing through our minds, passing our hearts and bonding & binding our souls with a platinum seam. Neverending float, love boat goes winding, rolling, bumping and turning, creating a current of its own course. I love you forever with no remorse.
Night Owl Aug 7
Broken branches wrap around
Tendrils rooted in my feet
Withered leaves fall gracefully

Vines create a facility
Their thorns block out the sun
Light rays gone, left with none

My own little world of rain
Almost like a metaphor
To the constant, perpetual petrichor

Falling down, down onto dirt
Warmth, won't you embrace me?
Dive face-first into a wet mud sheet
I was driving home and spotted a lonely patch of dead foliage.
Almost like a dome of dead branches.
Seryn Aug 7
In you go
and the water grabs you
snatches you away
A raging flood
cradles you
fist too tight
clasped around you
extinguishing
from the inside out

Full lungs and broken bones
violence loses charge
fist stops squeezing
but the damage is done

You make your way to the shore
and lay in wait for them to find you

(Elsewhere, a downpour starts, and the Earth floods once more)
i miss you
Seth Seaman Aug 7
Good bright good night!
Moons out moons high, stars shooting, lay your head down & cover up tight.
Sage smoke trails in & out, wind wined willingly exhales smoke like a snakes round about. Ready to strike when darkness calls out, cleansing auras smudged blanket covers the unknown, shadows linger when the candles are blown. Wasn't willingly winded, what lingers woke when we spoke of the dark's demise, don't shutter or stutter and keep ones mind wise. Relight, renew and regain. Come to peace or silvery tip with your demons again.
Mara Kennet Aug 7
Easter is around the corner.
Everything could be pink and blueβ€”
Or a Van Dyck painting,
Somber, subdued, pulling me through.

I gather eggs and paper bunnies,
Screaming beneath my breathless strain.
Easter is never sunnyβ€”
It always arrives with rain.

Yet Easter hums with promise,
A whisper of days to come.
It melts the scars and suturesβ€”
A pill that numbs what's numb.

It fills me with light and trembling,
A sway between joy and ache.
The future leans in, disassembling
The weight I can no longer take.
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