#wisps
i have a light in my ribcage
a home for the lost ones, the
distant sign to come on home
i shine it over every traveler
let them bask in the warmth, to
shake away the lurking shadows
but who watches the watcher?
who welcomes the host?
I didn't need to know
where home was, as
nowhere was home.
so I never knew this comfort
until someone else with a
ribcage of wisps found me
Home is not a place.
I found my home with you.
and I will follow that light until
the
very
end.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 11:13 AM UTC
My mind not my own
as I wander the dark and the night
and so, no body or bones
yet never to give up, the fight
She wanders my heart
like a pang that was never atoned
in great and small parts
begging, a start
yet always with her
all alone
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 1:55 AM UTC
he told me something
once, fleeting
his lips pressed to my ear
whispered, softly,
a ghost
like the feeling of his hands
resting gently on my shoulders
swaying to the sound
of a song that ended long ago
touch and music and breath
and ghosts
but i still see them
and feel them
and hear them
hands and arms and shoulders
and lips and ears and teeth
and ghosts.
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 11:11 AM UTC
She’s a sort of moon person
Pale eyes and paper skin
Translucent
Hair swirling in wisps like clouds
This lunar oddity
She whispers as she writes
She is not kind
A bit cold
A bit distant
But then, so is the moon I suppose
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 1:36 AM UTC
Listen to the chorus of the weeping angels.
Listen to the songs that dares to ride the wind.
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 8:33 AM UTC
.
We converse without words...
Just shudders and crests of bated breaths.
Tingles that resonate between echoing beats.
We speak without voice...
Just deep gazes that peer endless into bottomless eyes.
Subtle blinks that freeze the ticks of relentless hands.
We talk without sounds...
Just slight quivers between parted lips.
Holding the other captive in a gentle clasp.
We part with no farewell...
Just two wilful wisps darting on separate courses.
Knowing that paths that meander may someday converge.
.
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 7:00 PM UTC
Could you hold me up-
right, left to sit and stare
though your sifting smoke
columns like a spinal wisp,
wasting away time in your
beautiful lungs. I like to in-
hale the cast-away smiles
you hang over me, into me,
my mind lost in taste to how
your chest is as mild as May.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC