#whirlwinds
Whirlwinds and whirlpools,
Where life loops into endless tragedies.
Whirlwinds and whirlpools,
Where death loops into endless… ease?
At the center lies,
What core it may be.
At the center lies,
An abyss that’s… empty?
You live,
You die.
You dive,
You drown.
You fall,
You fly.
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 12:53 AM UTC
When I picked up my pen
I wanted to write about comets
and galaxies and forest fires and whirlwinds
I wanted to write about
the way my morning coffee
resembled your dark brown eyes
I wanted to write about the way
my mother’s mascara and lipstick smeared
on the nights my father promised he would come home
but didn’t
I wanted to write about the beach;
how my thoughts were like the immensity of the ocean
and my joy was like the sand
how I let it slip right through my hand
I wanted to write about the way
you were like my cigarettes
and wondered why I loved
everything that destroyed me
I wanted to write about the way
the smell of your cologne lingered on my pillow long after you left
And how I found someone new
but still fell asleep to the thought of you
I wanted to write about the numbness;
the crippling way I felt nothing
and everything at the same time
I wanted to write about every thought I’d ever had,
To drown my demons in ink
And immortalize the act on paper
But when I picked up my pen,
I had a shaky hand
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC