Light dawns, and makes your purpose unnecessary. And now you stand in despair, waiting for darkness to cover the world and make you wanted once more.
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The Blur
Presence a memory, touch long faded, smell lost in the wind and voice drowned by screaming. A memory or a dream? I no longer know.
poem ideas
Your nakedness shadows our safety. I’m the one left to wait. Emotions cannot be filed, you’re strong because of what you protect. Solidify the presence of flesh, worn so long the weight goes unnoticed. How would it feel, to finally lift it off? Nobody is born whole.
Ocean floor
Hoover of the ocean floor. Water glide, dancing with a mouth he can never see. Only a nose breaking through the surface to greet the salt-free air and taste poison.
Random lines (for future poems)
An honourable inflation of the truth meant to save lives. Chest light, a smile on every breath. A presence addictively eerie shivers through my being. Solid, yet uncatchable. Silent, but all consuming.
(Rough poem) Wind
Helpless branch must bend to my dance, feel my whim and respond. you are stationery, I am free. Hear my song and sing for me.
(Rough poem) Secret
Soft as comfort, a touch of security. A teasing gesture, but a deep affection. A promise for eternity, with a hint of greed. Fear of loss buried from one simple touch. A message, a secret. Can you hear its purpose?
Prompt 7
I had only ever required one permit for myself, ten years ago on my father. My mother had died of cancer four years earlier, a painful process that made her wither slowly before my eyes. My father’s love for her had faded long before that, preferring short-term lust with young women. He had been inContinue reading “Prompt 7”
Rough poem (Between)
The time between day and night awake and sleep thoughts and dreams. A time that sinks away and merges, until nothing seems real, and anything is possible.
Rough Poem (unnamed)
Step into my world where thoughts aren’t your own, but neither are they mine. Life is created, but cannot be born, confined to a solitary mind, who has no courage to unleash it and reveal all to the world. To be so vulnerable is beyond terror and joy.
Scribbled Thoughts 