#ginny
Here we are, starting fresh
But I don't remember what it feels like to feel whole
How do you fix a hole in your chest?
A band-aid?A cold compress?
If a tree falls in the wood
Would it make a sound,
if no one was around to swing the axe
To cut off my head and stop the train of thoughts.
To derail the track and divert from the one-track mind I have?
Having to go through things
that make you strong weakens you
It's a catch-22
so, what do you do?
The flame, the heat
licking at my skin to a beat
a rhythm, a release
The flame consumes me
I eat the pain or it eats me
A cavernous, carnivorous beast
with an insatiable appetite
and I'm just a bite and I'm gone
As whom I once was goes up in flames
I'm trying to change, to grow
To tie this all up in a neat, tidy bow
But I'll never know right and wrong
weak and strong
A binary that has complexities
and shades of grey
And I just want to be okay
I can't keep burning through life this way
Will it ever stop?
There can't be more shoes that drop
I need hope that all will be well
That my heart will swell and fill the hole
I need to accept what I can't control
The secrets are told
There's nothing new to learn or unfold
I need piece to gather the pieces of my soul
Or I will burn until there is nothing left
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 11:03 AM UTC
King tree of life hello
I'm full of dew
dripping willow me for you
Two virtual
emperors, like you
write deep sensual ink.
Striking similarities to yours;
one is owned by his wife
I ignite a phantom fate spark.
Another is one way street.
Yes I am born a self existing
yellow star, a curse a blessing.
Portal to heaven by birth chart.
But you were bridge, something
in the way you brew my wine.
Fiery red gold key my six-nine.
Then silence, gap, abyss.
Into your own ginny you are!
No longer into mine!
Your ginny of
yesterday.
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Me and Mrs Andrews-k
Oct 9, 2021
Oct 9, 2021 at 4:28 PM UTC
I mangled my tooth,
Munching on the moon,
Whilst the war raged forth.
I smirked something, “sinister,”
Later Tuesday; lights on,
And Ginny’d lay waiting.
I’d shower guilt,
And a 2:00 AM excuse, now
Wednesday, so clogged the drain.
I’d know defeat,
Come morning, hair, every strand swept,
Nigh and not a piece left for me.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 11:03 AM UTC