Obsessed
You build again
Another shrine
Consuming thoughts now
They exist because you will them
You create importance
You inspect daily
You dream
Alone
You stress
Manic moments hanging in frames you create
Your time lives on nobody’s walls
Taking the place of everything
Your life will be gone
Your minutes
Your museum
Walking temple steps to nothing
There will never be a sign that reads,
“Please donate to maintain this shrine when I am gone.”
You will be forgotten
Live


© 2019 MJL

I’ll meet you in the place where pink and purple meet
Where the glow from life’s fire touches the cold
Where the wind pauses to share a moment with still
In between a heart and nothing else that matters
And all that is holding you
In between is everything
I’ll meet you in the place where pink and purple meet
Where our skin blushes to become one
Where words have just been spoken and meaning lingers
Where strange becomes special and all is unwritten
Where life transcends and “away” and “to” find a home
And all that matters is holding you
In between everything
I’ll meet you in the place where pink and purple meet
Where tears run dry and silence opens
Violet


© 2019 MJL