#spokenwordsoul
__Sinking tears –__
feelings don’t fall,
they crash
like glass hearts
meeting pavement.
Your chest?
A sunken place.
No bra strap to hold it up –
just white linen,
innocent for a moment,
until it slips
in front of eyes
like mirrors
reflecting
every scar
painted on your skin.
__Sandcastle kisses,__
built soft –
_fragile_ –
on lips that no longer
believe in forever.
Yet you speak
like royalty,
saying boldly:
__“Love me for what I am –__
not just who you think I’ve been.”
Not a princess.
Not a saviour.
A mess.
A wreck.
_A fallen queen._
Wearing her cracked gold crown
like a forgotten joke –
that still makes your heart ache
when it returns
in the quiet between memories.
__Bones for time__ –
you pick at every hour
like it owes you something.
_Tick.
Tick._
__Snap!__
The clock breaks
where your mind does.
You may live in the day,
but you __breathe__
in the night.
Freer beneath moonlight,
where shadows stop asking questions –
and silence
finally listens.
Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 3:14 PM UTC
__Tomorrow is always so dark__ —
I don’t have the eyes to see it, but I’ve got
the faith to believe in it. And if dreams never
die… do we still dream after death?
And do you still dream with open eyes —
or do they close by the end of the night?
We dream in colour in a black-and-white
world. But what’s colour worth when we
judge by shade, _by place, by blood_?
Even their own goes against their own
for the turf they hold onto of the authority
they own.
__My thoughts__ —
Black as summer storms over my mind.
Winter is coming, and all we want is to
stay warm by standing with our kind.
And I hear those churchgoers
tell the best lies — where are they going,
if they say they carry His light?
Leading us all into a “tomorrow,” but
is just a place made for the dark…
__Tomorrow is always so dark...__
and somehow, still the thing we
all hope to find… but it’s also a
place we use as a place to hide.
Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 2:13 PM UTC