The cat curled on the bed The resin is just about cured There are books on a chair And a window slightly open Paper products line the room And paintings line the walls The light trickles in on the cat The morning light feels warm.
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A Picture
The smooth legs Underneath your hand As they glide down
The Last Super Moon
And it sat in the sky Like a wondrous orb of light The last super moon of the year. And to you, I could not lie It made for a beautiful night It was so magical; I was present; I was here. And the day went by so quickly, TIME flooding the streets running awayContinue reading “The Last Super Moon”
Puzzle
The day is marked by grey clouds, Suffocating the sky. Later it’ll rain, But the day is warming my soul. Hard times are far behind Me. Losing the trail of bad luck That once stuck around, Finally safe And sound. Reality Is lightening up Did I think it was so serious before? Why did itContinue reading “Puzzle”
Shadows and Calm
In the late nights When the air is finally quiet, When the breaths are long and drawn out, I can relax and melt into the Fabric of this reality, And feel both grounded and ethereal— Almost swept up by my own dreams Submerged beneath And floating beyond the skies Both simultaneously.
The Story
And how does one tell a story? Beginning with an establishing shot. When the lighting is high And the objects are close up When the shots are many So you go back and cut How does one tell a story? When the microphone picks up Your voice and carries it through the scene Fade inContinue reading “The Story”
Just Before Bed
Darkness erupts into the room Behind every shadow Lurks a deep feeling Because it’s cloaked In unknown dreams And you might be haunted Or you might be on cloud 9 Whichever your destiny It is for you to see For you to learn And for you to feel Take away all hesitation Because you’re oneContinue reading “Just Before Bed”
A Saturday Picnic
And the day started with a bold and sudden thought To enjoy this brisk day To have a picnic with my love. To enjoy nice treats and have lunch Stomached with reading Books It was quiet The sound of wind comforted The state of calm enveloped me The state of calm with every turn ofContinue reading “A Saturday Picnic”
The Ex
In the little fires you started in my soul It began to take a toll What I thought was warming this home Only smoked the lungs within And while the seasons began to change, You tarnished this porcelain doll with sin.
Post-it Note
Into this trip Before we strip Down and absorb Into nothingness One in the same Carry my neck Move with no shame This is absolute madness Melt into a wreck We are sure to find this Utterly soft We push and It’s not hard to belong Wrapped in this embrace Trace my skin You’re cavingContinue reading “Post-it Note”
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