When silence is painful, we speak to fill it. We might speak too much, we might wish we didn’t. To ignore or submerge, our thoughts, prayers, and wishes, pushed aside in dirty water like piles of dirty dishes. Silence is necessary; few listen to empty their head of thoughts replaced by fake-smiles-a-plenty. When the thoughts pool, we have time to just sit too little too late, though no one will say it. Loud thoughts in our heads keep our mouths motionless, as the silence of a
Sunday nights nights of solitude. The nights before waking up too soon. Routinely getting no rest; nightglows glowing through the window. Candle glows flowing through the mellowness reaching the unlit and lit corners. Sunday nights, nights before chaotic mornings.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Rooting. Rumbling. Roaring. Cheers erupt from the crowd, hundreds on their feet mouths gaping hands clasping together a disunified boom of Thunder ~ But one cannot hear except for the dulling echo a Cavern of the Dead. Breathe in. Breathe out. The body moves before the mind any sting of pain is just a shadow unable to fully manifest. The body continues keeping pace gliding through space passing by each familiar face. The Breath catches, coming to a he
When I look at you how could I ignore your baby blues, past and future cut me loose falling into swimming pools. Sticky surrender I could be yours behind closed doors I cut you loose, hard to remember wordless offender we’re crass in photo booths. To quench my thirst I only feel craving for strawberry first, I watch you move as a girl must do to forget the taste of forbidden fruit. How the roses bloom in gardens of blue lush berry bushes suddenly I’m reminded of your crazy ki
Stars dissolve soundlessly, dark ink draining til plum-tinged sky is still. Slip under silk sheets warm tea in one palm. Sweet cinnamon and cream call with fragrant haze pad down, creeping barefooted and cat-like for even birds are silent. Cocooned in warm covers, though icy fingers reach, they are deterred by our warmth. Savor every still second, before honking cars, raised voices, and deadlines reign again, for we rule this smaller realm. Morning has begun.
It was a cold winter night when I was heading home. It just snowed. I don’t like when it snows since I’m a tiny girl. People used to make fun of my small steps on the snow, saying that they look like little child’s steps. Although, this time I was walking alone, so I didn’t have to deal with those comments. But I know I’m below average size, there’s no need to pretend. I have no friends, all the people I know reject me or bully me for no reason. If you want to know why, ask t
Your vines wrapped slowly. I never heard them. I still do not perceive that pressure. My twisted, tangled roots did not always choke, nor did they beg you to release them. I grew to resent your presence, yet I willingly stayed rooted at your side. You had me so entangled that my recognition of your restriction came after my demise. You enjoyed my rotting. You were unwanted, and yet unwavering. Your beauty was unseen, and so you stripped me of mine. In truth, your wretched wra
The restlessness of your eyes longing to know peace urging to feel comfort, yet so hesitant to be heard. Saying more from your subtle stares, the stare which irks me, burdens me— It leaves me bare. A word not yet uttered, yet enough has been said. Still, turmoil remains rampant under the heavy, dark gaze unobserved to the untrained eye, yet still so careful to not be heard, to not disturb. They utter what they yearn for. Void of words. Fine lines and ill fortune evident under
The cheery sounds of laughing and splashing— in an instant muffled by the barrier that is water. The only guaranteed immediate escape from the deafening chaos that surrounds. Despite the noisy world looming above, it’s peaceful beneath the surface. Now being immersed in a detached, beautifully undisturbed version of reality. But there’s only so much time until the need for air becomes unbearable. And you must decide either to come back up, or trade life’s commotion for a pain