I miss you is too simple
For the way my heart needs yours
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Sum of Our Moments (Repost)
We travel these paths, burdened with purpose and prose, in hopes that we’ll not long travel alone.
In your eyes I find a spirit, a soul, a beacon that flashes through the darkness of my night.
A thousand words I know but not one that can express the way my soul reaches for yours.
Are our arms enough, will we be able to reach, when our spirits entangle across this space?
In my bones I ache, every inch of my being screams to stay, rattling my steps as I back away.
Because we’re just people, different, incomplete and the sum of our moments is lost on me.
Originally posted Nov 5, 2017
Love
Shoot me down,
I’m overthinking
Six words (including title) in love
String/Heart
We’re connected by string, where hearts wander others bleed.
It’s your soul, inexplicably woven, interconnected, forever intersecting where we inevitably collide.
We crash and spin, debris scattering this lifespan.
Junkyard hearts rebuilt for our eventual mates, weighted with this tugging of our fates.
RDP – Encircle
There’s something to be said …
I think I thought you heard me …
Do we never learn?
Are you still afraid of heights?
Or has it spun, is it your turn?
You never saw it coming right?
Cuz we’re falling …
And I thought I heard you singing
Weaving tapestry tapes and sound.
How did it go again?
Unbound.
(2013) – Do you still have our song?
Promise
I will wait for you
Because you steal my breath away
And you are where my heart stays
Insanity
I can’t assume this isn’t what falling into insanity feels like.
Memories amiss, blanket gaps in my revolving life show.
Yet something exists, just beyond the wall I’ve come to know.
Gentle waters stirred by an ever wandering, probing heart.
Diluting, circling, among the truths we can’t start.
Today’s random word was arise
Click here to generate your own word or feel free to use this one.
Silent Space
There’s silence in this space
Where we were told to wait
With folded arms
Into closed off hearts
We mourn the passing states
Young and old, breath and cold
We remain
43/365 Thin
If the way to a mans heart
Is through his stomach …
I’ve got a few skills to show you
I’m so stressed I could cry.
Sorry for the lack of effort.
But I did cook by throwing random ingredients into curry sauce (and seasonings).
It turned out better than I expected.
And I’m counting this as a picture post.
Two birds, one stone (or something like that).
Defibrillation (Core)
I stumbled over the core of my being
Face first I dive into pillows of the softest despair,
Broken down with years of fear and tears.
Bind the blankets to my sighing mouth,
Muffle the muted screams which never escape anyhow.
Imagine the fibers stretching down my throat,
Tying the ducts of lungs, rendering my breath obsolete
Paralyzing my heartbeat.
Stray strings climb through my nose,
Embedding in my brain, shutting down the ultra violet grandiose,
Channeling me to white noise,
Now escaping my vocal chords, commingling with silent sobs.
Vibrations in universal, numerological and runological,
Strive to stir the silent heartbreak within.
Defibrillation for the soul shredded, billowing in the wind
Unable to catch the stray pieces floating away again.
Happy Mother’s Day!