#inhabit
Still I think of an old habit, that I had once made to inhabit, it developed quick as a rabbit.
With how fast the crimson would flood, with mountain of tissues soaked in blood, as my body is tossed in the mud.
In all honesty I still miss the rush, the gush,
That silent shush.
But I'll keep my word,
Though i might be a flightless bird,
I can still be beautiful even with the scars, is that so absurd?
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 5:57 PM UTC
The earth is like a bubble of life floating in the vastness of space
and all creatures on it are like the organisms that inhabit a place.
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 3:07 AM UTC
Here's to the kids that find their breath in the wind
find their purpose in the sky
their friends in the sunset
their strength in the sunrise.
Here's to the kids with the glimmer in their eyes
the strength of Orion in their core.
A lion's roar behind their faintest whispers.
Their comforting hug when the moon is an only witness.
Here's to the kids that are the galaxy they inhabit
and watch the sunset from the front line of the battle in their mind.
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC
I feel it's only right to start this book with you.
Why not start another chapter as I start my days?
With daydreams of you
With well wishes for your thoughts
With high hopes for your days path
With congratulations arising another day and continuing as yourself
You are not only in my every thought, every word, every breath.
You're in my every cell, every atom.
My makeup is of your soul.
What is the difference between obsession and love?
We always joke that I'm crazy but
I'm insanely painfully otherworldly in love with every part of who you are I yearn to know all of the you’s that have ever existed:
I want to see your face when you first fell in love.
I want to hear your voice from the first grade.
I want to feel your last tear the one I never got to see.
I need to know you, need to feel you your soul in mine.
I could write forever and it will never be enough to show you what my world has become.
But that will not stop me from trying.
If you want to know my world:
Feel your pulse
If you want to live here
Finger through your ribs.
If you want to feel my world,
Feel your heartbeat.
My world exists
In the pit of your irises.
My world
Follows the path of your veins.
My world changes seasons
When you lose your breath.
My world comes into focus and clarity as you draw near.
I live in the creases of your laugh lines
I inhabit the sunshine that lay on your shoulders
Your lips are lifegiving
Your voice caretaking
I’ve crossed the threshold
And while I know it's too soon to ask for a key,
I'm finding you leaving the door unlocked.
I can't sense your smell anymore and
I only know that it's nostalgic in ways
Only Home Can Be.
This home is not mine to claim
But this world is the one in which I live
Perhaps not mine, but still perhaps home.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC