wren cole

wren cole Aug 2016

Bring me peace, bring me closure
I'm tired of feeling territorial
Nothing belongs to me, nothing and no one
We are free spirits in a society which urges us to own
You are not mine, love
I'm still learning to be okay with that
I'm not sure if I'll ever adjust to being alone
Or if I'll ever conquer my fear of not being Enough
But I'd rather live with the weight and anxiety
Than try to tie down beauty
Art was never meant to live within restrictions
And you were never meant to be choreographed
So I will learn to to live with your eyes on other horizons
I just hope that you still see me in the stars

confusing feelings: being polyamorous but still being easily jealous???

In my defense I have a strong preference for polyfidelity.

wren cole Aug 2016

i'm going to be late for work today

the little voice in the back of your mind compels you to throw up your insides and stay home from work and sleep and sleep and sleep
if your mother knew the way that you think she'd never ever let you leave
life doesn't accommodate for broken children held together by a string
you'll have to learn that to get by you need to grow the **** up and get over these things

wren cole Aug 2016

another form of self harm is looking at the old photobooth pictures where you loved me

Razors and craft knives
Pictures of withering people
Cigarettes and alcohol and you

Your voice lilts dangerously
Your way with words is deadly
Drawing me back in to
LOVE YOU HATE YOU LOVE YOU HATE ME
Dropping too fast to follow with your
(beautiful, hazel, misleading)
eyes
Thanks for the hit
I needed the poison

wren cole Aug 2016

smoke me out

It's getting late on the clock that times the relapse into my usual state of slow self-destruction
I wanna burn up like the ash that falls from the cigarettes which tempt me
I dream about choking on the smoke, fantasize about not being able to breathe
And run my fingers over the bottle of ***** hidden in the back of the freezer
Sometimes it's not enough to draw sharp edges over thinly veiled veins
Sometimes the secret to breaking the numbness leads to you sitting heavy on your knees on the ***** bathroom floor
And you flood out the taste of bile with the taste of smoke
More for the rush than the nicotine

disclaimer: based on heavy, persistent intrusive thoughts and my current emotional state rather than actions. I've never smoked (though I can't say I haven't drunk)

wren cole Aug 2016

Tybee Island, Sing Me to Sleep.

Salty water burns my eyes
The seagulls caw their greetings
I will lay down on this soft sand
And sleep to the sound of the waves
As the sea crashes against the shore
The sweet breeze caressing my sun-kissed skin

#calm #beach #georgia #savannah #tybee

wren cole Aug 2016

conversation with a cornered fox

-i cannot control the ferocity of my teeth
+you must not have really tried
-they are a part of me
+and your readiness to attack, is that a part of you?
-i just try to stay alive but sometimes you've gotta bite, too; this is life
+no, this is you
-this is the way of world, the small and the delicate play games to avoid getting hurt

wow more convoluted metaphors! shocking

wren cole Aug 2016

if hearts grew from the giving tree

I will give you
My heart
My trust
My whole being
My love
My hands will remain outstretched for you
Through years and years and impossible infinities
My overwhelming affection will remain long after my lifespan
You are welcome to fall into my embrace
(But you won't
It's okay
I know
No one ever will)

:) :) :)