I move like water
through our conversation—
I make room for her,
my words beneath my tongue,
I listen with care—speak less.

Pull the trigger, let the bullets fly,
or slit thy throat, or neck—
give me peace of mind,
or I'll give you a piece of my mind.

What if a tight rope will be in my neck,
since it fits in me?
Or what if I jump on top of the building?
What if I run away from my life,
run away from everything?

Drenched in the ink of a dripping black cloud

unleashed from above, always keeping her down

The umbrellas collapse, the wind blows over, but the sad little cloud continues to hover

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the earth isn't flat
like paper
it's an origami crane



SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

If I saw you again
I'd want to believe
I could say 1000 words

Alas, my love
we were never meant
to be more than just a picture

Aren't they supposed to last longer?

Go now

Be the bird
you always wanted to be

I will watch
As you fly into the sun
Growing ever smaller

Becoming so much bigger

I want to be the starlight burning fast and bright
I want to be the cool snow falling down like diamond dust
I want to be the dance in the summer rain, so wild, free and untamed
For it is your eyes I see in the stars
Your touch burning my skin, making me fall apart
And your voice like a whispered song, telling me to let go

Sorry
that I've blocked your calls
for months on end
but I still listen to the voicemails
that you send.

Sorry
that sometimes I'm mean,
treating you like jewelry
I've used to numb the pain
and all of the grief.

Sorry
that I change my mind
so frequently each day,
never meaning to use you
or pull you every which way.

Sorry
that I still know your birthday,
that my favorite songs became
your favorites too,
and that just won't fade away.

Sorry
that I couldn't be better for you
and that I still can't believe
anyone could ever
be in love with me.

Sorry
everything wasn't better
and I was so naive and blind
to the way we were
always leaving each other behind.

Sorry
that I run when things are good
and stay when things are bad,
I guess I never understood
what we had.

Sorry
that I flinch every time
you lay your eyes on me
because you do it like no one else—
like I'm someone you can please.

Sorry
that I broke your heart,
my ignorance strikes again
because things didn't get better
and you couldn't see the end.

Sorry
that I couldn't love you
or be better for you, baby
but someone will love you,
it just won't be me.

Love is like my morning coffee,
dark and deep, yet warm and cozy.
Steam that rises, a soft embrace,
a touch that lingers, in time and place.

First, the scent: rich, inviting,
like caring words with hearts igniting.
A gentle sip, a quiet thrill,
the kind that lingers, slow and still.

Too fast, too hot, it burns the tongue,
like passion’s fire when love is young.
Too cold, too late, and it will fade,
a bitter taste, a love mislaid.

And when it’s gone, the weight is real,
a sluggish step, a lifeless feel.
The world moves on, but not with me,
An exhausted soul, tired, unfree.

But coffee made with care, with grace,
it fills the soul, it sets the pace.
A steady hand, a patient art,
love, like coffee, warms the heart.

And I hope the bridges that I’ve burned
Are there still floating in the river
And maybe someday when it’s my turn
I can put a path between our distance
I’ll rebuild and make what’s right
But it’s only if you’d reconsider,
And then I’d have the courage
To build and cross that bridge,
If only just once more
But it’s only if you’d reconsider….
but that doesn’t seem so sure
No it doesn’t seem so sure..

On the outside
I see
Less
Than others

But beyond physical sight
They are the blind ones

And now there is no vestige
No trace, no artifact
Of what once was behind us
Where time won't circle back.
A decade or a century?
A lifetime thrice, perhaps.
Each cycle different versions
Though the bones remain in tact.