What are the things you hold onto?

lavender petals
and oceans of breeze
I twist wind around my fingers
because it’s so free
I cling on to departures
& doorway exit chats
I grip table conversations
where napkins fall to the floor
and we unknowingly
covered in crumbs and crumbled
pastry, coffee and lavender tea
I hold onto
friendships and moments
and when the ground starts shifting
I still
like static wind
like irony

It’s like the fleeting
Were the only circumstance
That carried any meaning
Clear after the moment’s gone.

Living in each without presence
One’s self betrayal - the inner essence

And you create a mask so naturally.
Self-validation through seductive fantasy.

A learned love of silence
In which a sense of safety dwelled
attempts to quell the loneliness
That external chaos drowns

A sense of rootlessness
but for the place inside.
Foundation shaking
Threatening one’s very pride

Your honeyed words a threatening temptation
My straining against all logical resistance
Futility, inconsistency, my current preoccupation
Acquainted with your craftiness

Hearts can only take so much
So we take it back to the place where nothing began
And remember to forget
What never was
And find the path to the light again.

Can’t rush through the pain
Stop to savor each moment
Maybe it’s the price for what I’ve caused the others

There is beauty in the transient
But I want to freeze it.
Because silence is sometimes a shrill
Cacophony of discordant harmony

Wooden,
hardened,
treated as a door with none but emptiness beyond.

Walk through me, pass through the scented door.
Cherish the ever so little sanctuary the door provides.
Hold dear to the beautiful scents of the door.

A door holds no lasting imprint on those walking through it,
yet every grip on the handle leaves a stain.
Some are what you carry along,
others merely a passerby.

How have I gone from one to the other?
Taught by life, for if your back is to a wall, none must stab it.
How must I live when eternal bonds know not the path to my heart?

Forever stained by the shadow of solidarity,
protected from the burning warmth I once craved,
bare to the cold I once hated.

Truly, time is all.

The cigarette burns, I watch it fade,
Like the smoke that loops, like the love we made.
Infinity twists in the cold night air,
Mocking the "forever" that led me here.

She’s gone, but I still wear her ghost,
Clinging in nicotine, stitched in my sleeves.
The scent of goodbye lingers the most—
Smoke stains stay, but she had to leave.

Kingdoms fall and empires fade,
Once great but now the world forsakes.
Look instead on those unseen,
For earthly things will lose their sheen.

It’s hard to make sense of the noise.
There are just some places
That makes it hard to exist, to breathe.
And the world feels too close.

I’m haunted by the thought
Of forgetting everyone’s smile.
Some moments just feel blurred,
Especially when it all feels too much.

But between the chaos,
There are glimpses of something softer.

A smile,
a second that could slip away,
But not quite.

A moment
Trying to forge itself in my head,
In a hope to be remembered.

you’re the ghost
of the younger you
as you float
down the stairway

catch your eye
you crack a smile
we sit and pine
for a while

down the drain
pour the coffee that
we didn’t drink
too cold

hear the girl
in the stereo
singing tunes
from long ago

don’t lie to me my friend
are we really at the end?
should’ve dressed for the event
but i know we’ll meet again

i’ll wear something black and red
you’ll apply my favorite scent
and if still we both forget
then i’ve loved you ’til the end

i’m the wraith
of the younger me
as i joke
to see you laughing

hear the boy
on the radio
as your gaze
meets the door

don’t lie to me my friend
are the waves upon the sand?
they may rip you from my hand
but i know we’ll meet again

and i’ll wear my darkest cape
you’ll put on your finest lace
and if still we should forget
then i’ve loved you ’til the end