☮️ A quiet place to write

to know, more about your lies...

life is living, in the deep end.

not shallow, meaningless ends.

my heart is faded.

my mind is a poor vessel it has always been

I would give it all


Do you remember the endless...

I do

laughter, so sweet it hangs like wind chimes through summer air warmth radiating from sidewalks carrying bicycles and children and memories

I remember those endless days of summer


These valleys That we tread both far and wide These lost moments between steps and breathe How we lose so much time How the trees become superficial When walking by Fading, one into the next

Memories are like that after seeing so much of the same they blend together and some fade until I don't remember them at all

How much have I forgot


the dog, the cat, the fox and bear walked in circles through the lair if one paused, the other nipped until one fell and was killed

the dog, the cat and bear though each was tired one was fed so when one more tripped and hit it's head the other one ate it up the dog and bear

smiling eyes blood red teeth

only ends when those two meet


Rise my seedling From gentle bed of soil Life is waiting

The garden isn't safe Little seedling

Others may tell you lies That those giants Are your friends But im here to tell you different

We are special, little bulb We aren't vegetable Such petty plucking

Rise, seedling Come see the world we rule

Rise and feed

#poetry #spooky

I loved morning As a child. It meant Awakening. It meant Engaging. Then as I grew Mornings became routine. They were the dot Instead of the continuation.

I'm trying, To remember, why?


far removed from pain is not the hearts origin.

strength which grows despite brambles. grows dense.

pain is the hearts fire


I am all the things, I ever wished I was. Then again, I'm a terrible judge of character.


I used to think of palm trees as fireworks in full bloom that littered the walkways next to wafting sage brush shades and shadow on sunny days Littering the boardwalk

#poem #quickThought

I feel like I'm the wind. Wrapping myself into any shelter. Anything to stay, Then a tug. A longing to leave. From where I can't stay. That I've got to grow That I've got to build into a gust That I need to be a tornado Tearing the trees from roots Roaring across plains.

I feel like I'm the wind That just came off the ocean

#poem #poetry

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