#cradled
My Future lay cradled asleep;
I kissed the sweet mouth and she smiled
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
*Cradled in her care, life begins young and fair,
Somehow over space and time
We seem to know* what's really there,
*And when we die we are strewn
Like fallen angels made of dead leaves,
Around the yard of nature to be raked,
No matter what we want to believe,
Through all the years that it will take.
No matter how far we will traverse,
Even with unquestioned religion well rehearsed,
Renewed in morning dew, mile after mile,
All become the fruit of a compost pile.*
But that's not true, is it?
Life began with one quick sentence,
A crack of light-it must be legit,
Moulded clay, a rib from Adam,
In the end we all just turn to dust,
Hell will freeze over if it must,
So you can never ever trust us again,
New-age science is just stupidity then.
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC
_I rest my head on her shoulder,
The shoulder of the earth;
Cradled in her warmth,
Caught by shifting currents,
Cleansed by hoar-frost’s pervasive bite;
Tutored by seasons’ changes.
Musing to myself that she has faith in me,
That I have something to offer her;
Negotiating with my intellect,
Letting my imagination run wild,
Enough to entertain the idea that
I am capable of something more than this._
Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 3:35 AM UTC
my head rising and falling as you breathe,
not wanting to be that heavy burden upon your chest.
my cheek pressed to your side,
i can feel you beating, i can feel your life.
my eyes, glossy, watch your neck pulsate,
knowing the warm, loving blood is running through your veins.
my hands grab at your shirt, longing to feel our bond,
your hands twitch and tap, as you've drifted off.
my sensitive ears take in your torturous breaths,
piercing the air, screaming like gunshots, hungry for her love.
you pull me in tight, cradling my head,
tugging on my finger, snatching the string of my life.
this string is buried deep within me,
my umbilical cord, the one that wasn't stolen.
cut, biologically,
yet still waiting to be rightfully possessed.
now i'm giving it to you,
you've got my life, soft in your hands.
so grant me yours,
i'm begging, just this little thing.
i can save it,
just please, let me in.
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 1:02 PM UTC
[Cradle meanings: to hold gently and protectively]
I am proud of you.
I am so proud of you.
She whispers, I can hear them clearly. The words echo in my head somewhere, I don't know where. I'm looking for them everywhere.
I am proud of you.
The words never left her lips, they never meant anything. I never felt anything.
I can still hear her humming,
Still feel the softness of the armchair where once she held me. I remember the worn-out fabric more than her words. Those fabulous words.
She was holding me like she'd never let go. And the words still echo. I wish she'd told me that she'll mess up, that she won't be enough.
2025.04.14 - Unfinished
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 6:35 AM UTC