Week 3-Reality Dependent


Oh fuck I miss you,

Like some veins miss a needle. 

Like I miss your pain.  

Naked Without Sanctuary 

You were my safety 

Everyone else is dangerous  

I accept this fact 

Weep and I Willow 


I am the willow. 

My roots hold deep and bows shade

Weep, you have my shelter. 

The Evening Thunders


Wake with the rumble. 
Wait. Let the eyes and mind adjust…

Yes! Bring on this rain! 

Gone Fishing 

  
In this year to come,

The year of my silence,

I will be filled with wordless songs

And unspoken sonnets. 

In the year of my silence, 
Things broken will burn 

And out of death and ash will things be born 

In the year of my silence,
Devotion will cease to be offered to unavailable lips 

And only love will learn to spill from these neglected veins. 

In the year of my silence.
                      

                    .Silence.

Through the Looking Glass

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I stand spectating.
Wonderland can be trying,
But you’ll get through it.

Hidden Things

  
Do I have to tell?

The pit that you left in me?

I want to be loved. 

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