#tether
soothing presence, calms the mess,
a place to rest my anxious mind.
steady, present, there to mend,
rewrites my soul, makes it aligned.
that simple tether, tugs and tightens,
always close, to ground my fears.
strength with me, i listen close
hum so soft, it’s you i hear.
2.25.26
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 9:49 PM UTC
It was not real, an illusion
Hiding from beneath
The threshold of those
Lies that you told
To make me believe
The person whom I'm talking
Is a hero of the olds
Your kindness was bitter
Spiteful, but bold
It lacked so much leeway
For comfort and soul
Believed in being the freedom
When it was tethers of cold
As time passed by
It ran out of fillers
To conceal it's grimes
From words that I uttered
Consoling such ruse
I stepped on it, yearning
With my truth and yet you
Your deception was forgiven
Only in your mind
All this time I have driven
The wheels you brought out
Unknowing, insane is brethren
With your impurities of time
Oct 25, 2021
Oct 25, 2021 at 1:14 PM UTC
You came and left
Without a mark to remember,
Much like the cold snow days of peak December.
My worries do not reside in what I can do,
Rather, the heart-spun tether I attached to you.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 6:21 AM UTC
Falling as the stars fall,
Tethered to you.
We felt the forces of gravity and friction all too soon.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 5:59 AM UTC
To be as grounded as a kite,
dancing wild in the wind,
eyes on the sky,
but secure in my roots,
in my tether
to excited, nimble hands.
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 12:45 PM UTC
We knew what we grew from,
but not what we grew into;
we were getting lost along the way,
we dipped our toes in glory and found it empty
empty like the end of beaches
letting water wash their edges away and wear them down into smaller pieces.
I wear my heart under my sleeve,
still not where it's supposed to be but not left out for the wolves anymore;
the smell of blood travels far at night, and I don't know how to cover it up properly,
I find comfort in strange places
sometimes it is the air beneath my wings and sometimes it tethers me.
I am a bird without cause, I can fly but sometimes I forget to do so,
sometimes we lose sight of what we are capable of,
sometimes night turns to day and we don't notice.
Boy you were right,
the timing never did anything to strengthen our bones;
my head has nests in it but I think I like it that way.
please don't call me out on all my weaknesses,
I guess I can figure them out for myself
...or maybe not,
maybe my head needs cleaned out,
I was always so good at putting other people's things in order.
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 12:28 PM UTC
My dear familiar,
come stand a little closer
that the tether between us
may hang slack.
Come stand a little closer
and with love we will tie a bow,
so loosely
so fragile
as to be easily undone.
Oh now my dearest,
we need not cut our ties
when the circumstances of life
pull us apart,
as they are wont to do.
And though apart we stand
I will feel the familiar tug
that draws us together
and together we will come
again
and
again
until the motions become
so familiar
as to make dance of it.
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC
Possessed
Warring within the wind
Aped by a flush, you unveil a plash
Flaunting us a stygian, hazy gore
Left weaving a susurrus blether
With shards prodding your throat
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 9:48 PM UTC