#havrankafka
Some scars appear
as immaculate smiles
painted below weary
eyes that know
nothing but to
quietly turn away.
Some scars,
permeating,
turn
the air
in one's
lungs
to sulfur,
spreading
counterfeit
blood
through
the veins
like an
acrid,
festering
poison.
Some scars,
corroding,
leave a heart
surrounded
in rot,
and
a mind
courting
the
seductive
caress
of
endless
oblivion.
Turn back now,
toward that mirror.
Stay foul, rotten
and helplessly hurting.
Some scars heal
in complete surrender.
And I know
how the past
can be
a difficult thing
to forget.
Bruised knees
and
bleeding elbows
were far easier problems
to fix than matters
of
the heart.
But don’t forget
in each somber
embrace of defeat
is your soul
lying in wait,
resting to rise,
your judgment solely
superior yet finite.
Take it slow.
Pain fades overtime.
Scars simply remind.
........
And I wish you had none of it,
but let the marks on your skin
be a testament to
the wild call of adventure in your heart.
Let the heaviness in your chest
tell you that there have been
instances in your life
where you have chosen to be brave;
that sometimes
—when you let the love in—
the hurt also enters,
completely uninvited,
and sometimes it's
the one that stays.
Sometimes we
take the leap,
and sometimes
we don't walk away
from it unscathed,
but that doesn't mean
you are not all the good
that is found in you
—that doesn't mean
you weren't enough;
You are the sum total
of all the things you love
and care about,
and no amount of hurt will ever take that away from you.
You are a constellation of scars born from mysteries and imperfect Ever Afters,
and one incredibly unforgettable journey.
Apr 7, 2022
Apr 7, 2022 at 6:03 AM UTC
From within
the confines
of his
solitary
dwelling,
the Raven
gazes outward
through
barred
windows.
The sky is
but
a
distant
memory
now;
the warden
has him
under lock
and key.
His
wings
have long
since atrophied,
he misses
the sand,
the wind,
the cerulean sea.
Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 5:50 AM UTC
Come sundown,
weary silhouettes
stretch over
autumn
land,
the Crow
watches quietly
perched
high,
still.
Stretches of fields
disappear
underneath
looming
skyscrapers
suddenly;
strange crowds
rush over
phantoms of
lush vines.
Her
feathers
have lost
their majesty,
her spirit
listless in
concrete jungles,
waiting for home.
Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 5:49 AM UTC
The passage
of time
has become
meaningless
for
the Raven,
with each
insipid day
melding into
a disorientation
so atrociously
grey.
Through
the pale,
two moonlight orbs
gaze back;
the ebon figure
still as stone,
outside
looking in.
Free. Free.
the Raven
thinks to himself.
Would you kindly?
The Raven croaks.
Please free me.
~
Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 5:48 AM UTC
Faintly wary,
the Crow
comes near,
listens
carefully
to disconcerting
impassioned pleas,
echoing despair
from beyond
deep darkness
so haunting.
Confused,
overwhelmed,
dull wings
suddenly set aflutter
in chorus
with cricket symphonies
and howling winds.
Breathe.
The Crow
reaches out
past bars
to cavernous twilight
painting joined plumes
back to life.
Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 5:44 AM UTC
Wings wide,
Pitch-black,
quivering.
Fly.
Unfettered
at
long
last
under
a nocturne
expanse,
The Raven soars
higher,
farther,
from the
desolation
of the
broken world
below.
Come with me,
he beckons,
still rising,
to his
unwitting savior.
Let us leave this place behind.
~
Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 5:43 AM UTC
Eyes focused,
fascinated,
glimmering.
Fly?
Unsure
yet
compelled,
toward
unexplored
infinite skies
welcoming
in every moonlit
Stygian
feather.
Faraway lights
stop,
grow tinier,
more colorless—
gone.
Is this home?
The Crow
calls quietly
over constellations
winking furtively—
two shadows dancing in chance dreams.
Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 5:38 AM UTC
The Raven turns,
pensive,
to the twin
shadow
traversing
this boundless
star-kissed
welkin.
Moon be my witness,
I am Yours now.
~
Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 5:38 AM UTC
The Crow stares,
spellbound,
savoring fragile promises
embracing
horizons
well into
the
beyond.
Let the Sun rejoice,
I belong with You.
~
Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 5:37 AM UTC
Raven
and Crow,
vows
exchanged
unconditionally.
Luna
and Solus,
celestial
keepers of
their desiderata;
souls
intertwined
for
all
of
time
in the ever-yonder
of Nyx Nightmother's
gentle embrace.
Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 5:36 AM UTC
"I remember
watching
the world
from the safety
and separation
of
a
bus
window.
From a distance,
they shine,
just
as
stars do,
and along
the stretch
and palisades
they all lead
to where you are.
I forget
hearing
your voice
as the bus
travels farther
down
roads
still
unknown.
Now, once more,
I am
here,
listening,
reaching out
to you
over eventide’s
shadows.
‘Hurry.’
To your side,
before the lights burst.
And so
we beat on
restlessly
against
time,
under the rain,
racing to see
if we
can beat
the
sun,
to prove
that our
lives
can be different.
And when
that reality comes,
quietly,
come
closer,
whisper to me
so we won’t
ever forget
that
you
and
I
will meet
again, soon,
always,
in this lifetime."
Nov 24, 2021
Nov 24, 2021 at 11:00 PM UTC
"I hear you—
your heartbeat against
mine right down
to my toes,
arrested and captive
by your sighs
calling for me—
Closer, come closer—
Just right there,
friction over static
in each hot
draw of breath,
in each flick
of our wrists,
in wanton whispers
of sweet nothings.
Mine. Be mine.
I feel you—
I feel your wanting
in the way your voice
shakes
as my name
escapes
your lips.
Consume me. Thoroughly—
enraptured as I am
by your ecstasy;
hands leaving nothing
untouched,
tongues leaving no inch
untasted.
Take me. Take me.
I reach out,
my very fingertips
over the blurs
of your incandescent
cheeks, flushed wildly
just as I
open my mouth,
narrate my desires,
lick my lips to prepare for
yours, past pixels—
I want more.
Keep your hungry
eyes on me
and your ears
to my rapture.
Give me more.
I let go.
Any and all
inhibition
lost in
frantic
thrusting
of the hips.
This craving,
intoxicating,
lightning
running through
my head.
Pink.
Blind *******
Coming.
I’m *******
Let’s get lost
in this high,
the echoing symphonies
of our lust
harmonizing languidly to
the feverish commands
our shameless orchestra
of sweating flesh
performs, this duet—
Yes, yes, YES—
Our risqué masterpiece
beyond the distance,
our bodies shaking,
our smiles satisfied.
The postlude comes
in sobering silence.
I promise you:
I’m the best you’ll ever have."
Nov 24, 2021
Nov 24, 2021 at 10:57 PM UTC