Tag Archives: muse

Assemble an appealing day and watch a flock emerge to admire your work, eager to soak up another’s efforts and benefit without the exertion. Is the satisfaction really the same?

Gaze upon the discarded and wonder why it’s in sight, why no one has whisked it away to be forgotten instead of becoming your problem.

Resist for reward but temptation is too enticing, breaking your resistance for the brief moment of pleasure and a longer length of punishment. Was it worth it?

Fingers remember sound and phantom play their way to comfort, a moment of absolute as everything begins to tilt.

The moment of bated silence before stillness settles, so routine no excuses are given, yet the crushing end still sucks all hope away and there’s nothing to defend against searching eyes that refuse to look away and let you keep pretending.

Secrets of your blood reveal hidden sides and unknown moments, spelling out a written future you want wiped away to soak in a new you.

Whispered wings in silent flight ghost through emotions and stir nothing, letting the soul slumber on and risking no change to this cold dance it plays.

Relay fears with vibrations, pick up sounds to understand  my world, and the agony of suffocating when it all falls silent.

Forgotten piece of self leaves you outside, hovering for entrance by others and realising your safe place is not as accessible as you always assumed, nothing is what you assumed.

Rhythm as a barrier, sound waves vibrating away vulnerability and forming a muted outlook that keeps you occupied, but extends your loneliness.