#shadowed
_Pale-faced beneath twilight’s awning, shadowed time skips
A beat measured in dust motes and attic silence;
Frameless ether holds its breath and portrait likenesses
Swivel eyes right, suspended between the minute and the hour;
In sequence, Whittington’s chiming sepia tones wring out
A tulip of port and one last cigar from drapery long hung;
As floral meanders unwind from a walnut casing
Inlayed with the gamine whimsies of our cherried youth._
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 4:55 PM UTC
the mountains keep laughing,
and mocking me from afar.
they keep mocking the useless
attempts i make
to feel like i’m worth
to feel like i really am enough.
they keep pointing at me
telling me i’ll never be
like my little brothers’
violin;
or that i won’t ever be
as clever
as bright
as wit
as my big brother is.
they keep reminding me that
i won’t ever be
as sufficient
as i want to be.
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 11:26 PM UTC
a boy stands chained to a wall
silent words left unspoken line his lips
but,
Angels never stay silent
he's an angel among the shadowed souls
who save shattered spirits
they silently stand by
repairing cracks that no one ever sees
not even you
look around you...
Don't you see them?
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC