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C L O S E R .
You pulled me closer,
And closer.
I let your love sink in like venom.
With every drip i found my life hanging between sweet solace of death and the nightmare of the present.
To you I've gifted my life ,
My love.
To you I find my home ;
Yet you seem like the canon that shoots down my fragile home.
Out of love.
Why say goodbye when you dont mean it ?
Why did I do what I have done ?
Why did I cry Infront of you, begging you to come back and you let me go once again.
And I was left on my own, for the hundredth time.
With love left in my heart for you.
And as I waited for us ,
I ran out of love for you.
O B J E C T
Light me up and I'll lead you to the window of your soul.
- I heard you were a breathing object before you had me.
smoking cigarette & sipping mango, watching the world spin: fighting the urges, my mind is a maze, a cage of contradiction, lost in addiction, losing to my misery, life presents me blessing, good things, in which candid moments of bliss, lie awake & alive, alive as essence, greenery is all I need, nature's naked gifts of life, breathe breath into me, ouroboric wandering idol, cosmic ghost; inward & outward, great thing of wondrous depth, not in death.
i am begging you all to stop treating this site like instagram if you dont want it to be content free by next year
I'm getting in my own way again...
Call out to me so my footsteps halter
Burnish my skin of these lasting marks
Made by tears of my own making
With every footstep that I falter
In fog formed by clouds I mistook in my own ecstacy
Even in shadow
does nature thrive
a silent spectre
full of bristling sighs
with a glimmer
the light then shows
the blooming tree preserved
alive in its shadow
Wednesday, 28th July 2021
Love is more than the dream wistfully painted across torn pages in dripping ink and meadows of wildflowers, by writers and poets huddled by candlelight seeing love written in beloved faces. Seeing love in yearning clouds slowly chasing after the sun's fragile rays. Love is heartache and hurt and pain - a climbing river pushing back against everything you know. It inspires and challenges, it breathes life and ends it. It is everything we want and everything we do not dare to have. Love can bring just as much destruction to the harmony it creates. But it’s never about what love is or what it is not - it is how we shape its destiny within our own lives that counts. Love will always be with you, but will you let it stay? And sometimes we know that we just have to chase it away.
Monday, 19th July 2021
I have scars on my knees from when I was six, hopeful of the days that I could run free from the tangled branches enclosing my mind. They wrapped me in with faces whose eyes always slipped across mine. And then they found my legs and let me slip, numb again from yesterday's wound. I would run, all limitations abandoned, chasing the friends I wasn't close to, always branches apart from the world I was already consumed by. But I was happy. And then I would fall. It happened again and again until I saw the danger in falling, now white stretching marks across the bottom of my knees. I saw the danger in everything.
You can get lost in nature
it entices you into its graceful grasp
luring you into a dream
of eternal sunshine
You walk with stars on your feet
trailing glory in your waking path
rosy fingers grazing smokey clouds to meet
the dawning skies above
Thursday, 8th July 2021
There is freedom in the shadowed storm as the veil-wrapped sky billows in a climbing release. I lay here on the rough strewn ground, a wilderness of rain-kissed grass, tumbled yarn, and loose cut threads. Find me in the running lake carving eyes into the overgrown path, lost to the planted sky now curling into a silver smile.
Freedom is more than just running through the rain on Thursday afternoons.
This deafening cacophony
creates a solitary peace
encompassed in small rooms
rippling a quiet release
