Tag: love

full circle.

This started off as a Facebook post, but it is deserving of more. As a writer, I find some things shouldn’t be reduced to a Facebook status update, nor limited to 140 characters on Twitter, or become a caption typed beneath an Instagram photo. Some things are worth more than that. This is one of them. full circle. I knew…

equilibrium.

  the disposition of rage, unbridled. a reflection of homologous nature, simpatico. the forbearance of wrath, obliged. a body of water, still. the extinguishment of vexation, palliate. a testament of fidelity, infrangible.

home.

  The weight of past loves lost and old lives left lingering bear heavy load on a listless heart leave little room to feel anything than lonely. A radioactive heart enters rams open doors labeled restricted removes cobwebs from a ramshackle soul revives a rundown mind reaching for the remnants left behind from a rover long receded. Stirs up a…

helium.

A love that lifts me up, chemical element, noble, atomic number 2. Floats me to the stars, weightless, his love, it’s like Helium. He.

the space between

In the space between happiness and hardness, I can find you hiding there. The violence in your head stopping time, but I too, am fucked beyond repair.   In the space between sorrow and sadness, your darkness came to fuse with mine. An introductory of our finest demons, trapped by choice or grand design. In the space between rage and romance,…

the silence.

Those deep ocean eyes tell me a story, one that stalls behind gritted teeth. I care not a fuck about spoken words, let them crash amidst tangled feet. I find comfort in the shared silence, please tell me things without speaking. We’ll become observant mother fuckers, here’s to heart valves that start leaking. Let’s prepare to get lost in the…

let it settle.

If you ask me what my biggest fear is, I would tell you without hesitation, that it would be to live an unfulfilled life. But my second biggest fear is living a lie. Some of us build and shape our lives and our relationships from a foundation of fiction. Forged selves. Distorted histories. Fabrications we tell other people, but mostly,…

ghosts.

a magnet for the emotionless the ghosts, they floated faded and fucked up to a full heart, bloated poltergeists take up space never permanent, only drifting paranormal self destroyers carry the weight, heavy lifting curse of the apparition prepare for the exorcism expel the heart haunter emerge from the cataclysm

the poison tree.

It is sick and twisted, a gnarled tree that feeds from poisonous soil. It blooms sweet flowers, a magnificent deception that lures in the innocent. The antithesis of a giver, it sucks the oxygen straight from the lungs. Thorns embellish its branches, curved like snake fangs slicing into the flesh. Colossal leaves conceal the eyes, blinding the chosen ones to its…

run Lucifer, run.

  A black veil of lies masks the true form beneath He longs for the angelic soul – too far out of reach She is the chosen one – cuts straight through the deceit Lucifer, it’s time to reveal your horned head and hoofed feet Lustful whispers escape the mouth of the beast Hunting down the flesh, he is commanded to…