My grandmother sticks sewing pins in the walls
Sharp, invisible pins with the bulbs sticking out She claims they moved there by themselves True, I’ve never seen her do it- But there’re needles in the floor Tiny, sinister needles with the smallest eyes She says she doesn’t mind them Slides on her black slippers And she walks
so i’ll grab my needle and thread and start mending my heart back
together but i’ll leave some strands loose in case you decide to come back
Now is not a time for growth. Now is the time for regeneration. For preparation of that growth. For now, let us sleep as the earth sleeps. Conduct that inner work, build your inner world, sew the seeds so that you can watch your world bloom in the spring
Let's start new Forgetting We knew The lies We both sew Ripping them out Bleeding in process of Healing Inflecting more hurt Than cure So, what you say? Let's start new with Love and no pain
When you kiss my lips
my heart feels like it's unraveling at the seams, and my emotions are exposed to you. When you are done, sew me up, and do it all over again.
The web we weave,
only catches the flies of our misdeeds. We may have droplets, of regrets hanging in the morning but they dry up. remember life is a web intricate, and flawless. the only ones that can cause ruination are ourselves. never catch what you cant handle.
what is it
just another sound i begin to knit for another round come to think about it it never quit i’m feeling it from the bottom of a pit one sight in years unbearable tears liberty sounds lovely but it is heavenly they say this is worth anything else is dirt i take it for granted letting myself pricked does it get better it does taste bitter does it ever end i can only pretend cause this is the sewer where people suffer idling the reality and nurtures it within frankly i’m aching for light but alas the thread lasts and there’s nothing i can do about it
Carefully the needle penetrates into my skin
With every new puncture the thread follows along In and out again and again Till it reaches the end and finally A harsh pull, a few tugs Then the string is snipped free at last Its been completely sewn shut Only after you closed me up Did you ask me how my day was How I was feeling But what could I say With my mouth sewn shut?