Poetry is beautiful, but the true enchantment comes not from words, but from the artistry of the souls who lift you up.. who aren’t afraid to give intimacy.. realness, humility.. kindness, respect and love without conditions. Be mesmerized by who holds your darkness and stays.
Darkness knows of my infatuation with her.. how I stay up at night obsessing about her comely terrors… I write her love poems on the pale of my hipbone.. she leans in.. a tease.. caressing my words there.. daring to smear them along my parted lips.. together, we smile..
You love him
So do I
This is more now
than a just a meeting
of minds
There are raptures
resting on our tongues~
Ready to speak
profane dialects
about you, me, he..
Our lord of hearts..
Rebel hands wanting rage
To fight off the dawn
A need to grip time
Making it bend
to our will..
Last night
I left the porch light on
So quietly they came
Jade-winged moths
who longed for light
like a glittering Gatsby dream
They were silver peppered stars flirting
in the dark
My darlings knowing
they wouldn’t survive
to see a new year
But last night
Oh how they danced
The smoke curls around our minds.. sage thoughts rise loftily.. a cleansing, if your will abides.. lips in sync.. they move in words we’ve not heard before. I wonder now, are you the ghost, or am I? All we know is.. we will haunt each other endlessly..
Twilight drive
the road’s shoulder
looks violet bruised
A poem darts out
warm asphalt kissing
carrion thoughts
Dark shadows
scribble themselves
in the new moon margins
Headlights catching
the rough draft
of night owl wings
A nuance nocturnal
with so far to go..
#poetry
She’s fine, promise. Life’s been living unedited~messy pages~nine o’clock dinners~unmade beds. She’s tearing at the words, unsavory in her restless mind~but she tears gently.. Weaving daisy chain poetry that wilts by morning. Her bluebonnets still bellow in the quivering dusk.
In the absence of poetry, I have become a ghost. Stuck in a loop of longing for what I cannot return to.. to a life that is no longer mine. I am the shadow, pacing the edges of a memory.. whispering to a world that has forgotten my name.
#inkMine#vss365#deluxe
Tomorrow I have learned
Is never a given,
Never a rhythm,
Never a deluxe to accept~
For this last year
I felt the pause of time
In a wish, that it could be rewritten
Not driven..
Toward a sibling loss
I will never..forget,
#poetry#sister#cancer
“I am certain —
what we have is #unearthly.”
“Why?”
“We met, connected in seconds,
fell in love in minutes,
and sealed our forever with a kiss.”
“Ah! Then we are celestial beings, huh?”
Love smiled.
Fate smirked.
Love left.
Fate smiled.
#vss365
The world is full of beautiful people, inside & out. They're on your street & in your town & every day I see so many on my phone. And I hope every one knows exactly how brightly they shine