Every bend of a mountain stream Has an inlet somewhere, A little warm corner where the Currents churn slow And soft Across the water worn rocks.
And notice how the river's things Quick darting fish and splintered Sticks all come to rest For a moment in the rhythm of this Gently swirling space That gives freely of her embrace Before everything goes drifting on and On to where it is supposed to go Waterways to the raging sea And beyond.
And I am an inlet.
I do not know how to turn cold and Resist each time Love comes close. No, I reach out to gather and to hold.
But yet, it is always only passing Through and like the gentle bend of a Mountain river, I must let go.
So it is Every time I find myself alone.
Sitting by the banks of a Rushing river Listening to the whisper of the water That sounds like
Everyone I know goes away In the end. -Johnnie Cash
Let’s plant this kiss and bring forth fruit our lips entwining with tongue-like root Let’s water this kiss with tears we cry over trees of life lest they wither dry Let’s bury this kiss beneath our eyes our last taste of sun before love dies
walk firmly looking up front as if there was no problem i walk in front of you because i want you to see how fix i am like a rubiks cube. i want you to look at me in the eye while i walk passed you. and i want you to remember how you messed-up every color in my life. i want to tell you a story of how much morphine i took just to numb the pain i holding, while you seem like nothing happened.
i remember the pain i'm holding, while you holding someone hands. while you are content and i'm not while i'm suffering in this pain like a fire, burning in my heart.
i want you to remember the memories. the memories that haunt you till the rest of you life. i want you to look at me in the eye and look down on me and walk passed by
Tears rolling down my cheeks Rain pouring on mountains Water gushing down fountains Ice frozen on its peaks I've been crying for weeks My cheeks still have the tear streaks My eyelashes all wet My eyes can't forget Going over and over it makes me cry more I keep sobbing on this cold floor I can't hold it in anymore Leaning against this rough wooden door I let my tears pour ~25/4/21