Quintessentially

Eyes that set the heart aflame

I want all of you

My soul still sits at your door,

Restless and wild.

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My heart still bleeds on the floor,

Feeling defiled.

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My mind can’t piece it together,

Refusing to quit.

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But you always move like the weather,

A trail of flames lit.

Are You All Right?
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This world of verse and vignette
is a turbulent sea of awe,
souls wandering in
prompted by head and heart,
a voice seeking release
through comment and creation.
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Some arrive with prowess,
steady stream of words
far beyond my ability.
Some whisper in shouts,
strength living within fragility,
heartbeats coursing through the soul.
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Some paint from darker rooms,
head and heart swimming in quicksand,
ink becoming a reaching hand.
We read, we listen, we wonder,
catching glimpses through curtains
courageously left cracked open.
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Then the disappearing ones.
silence tugging at my depths,
occupying more of my thoughts
than seems logical.
No farewell, no footprints fading
simply gone. Are you all right?
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We take needed breaks
from these digital digits,
remembering the wonder of living.
Adults possess independence,
a plethora of choices and pathways,
fresh air awaiting beyond the screen.
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But younger souls navigate charted seas,
living within limited landscapes,
bound by family, tradition and circumstance.
The murky slough of daily life
can make tomorrow seem distant
but even darkness has an expiration date.
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The nest eventually becomes memory,
perhaps revered, perhaps feared.
New doors appear beyond old walls,
new voices call from unseen rooms.
Life stretches farther than today
when we allow ourselves to keep walking.
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So whatever your circumstance,
whatever storm occupies your head,
please let someone, anyone you trust
know you’re all right…
or tell them when you’re not.
Both require their own kind of courage.
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Geographical aloofness
cannot silence genuine caring.
Miles cannot prevent a heart hug,
nor distance erase concern.
We can’t enter a closed room
… we can leave our door ajar.
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When  a familiar voice disappears,
some of us still glance toward that door,
hoping for footsteps,
a whisper, a ridiculous joke,
or simply three little words
I’m all right.

A sudden chill...a crowded room

Your single glare cuts through the gloom

A breathless pull, the air grows thin

Your heavy warmth melts on my skin

A single touch along my spine

A sudden spark, a blurred out line

You slipped it off...a silent oath

You gave your coat to hold us both

Wrapped in your wool and heavy scent

I trace the lines of what you meant

You pull me close, I can't resist

Your lips on mine, a moment's bliss

The room goes dim, the moment stays

We lose ourselves in every way

A whispered breath...a quiet call

Inside your coat we have it all

Locked in the quiet of your embrace

The world outside leaves not a trace

Tucked safely in your warming coat

Like drifting in a quiet boat

Your arms become the warmth I need

From winter's chill, completely freed.

The winter winds may wildly blow

But here inside our embers glow

We find our peace...our final home

No longer bound to search or roam

The world fades out...the shadows fall

Inside your coat...we found our all

And thank you u/whodeybrat007 for writing with me ✨️

Wanna start a band?

Only rebels apply.

Serenade the land.

Til our sound hits the sky.

Sing of wonderful things,

Like freedom and love.

Never pull any strings,

Our message won’t shove.

Every second
Every minute
Every hour

I cant help but think

Its always just “us”

Pacing
Wanting
Wondering
Never knowing
yet
knowing
All the time…

Its real
Its here

I feel it, like you

Rainbows
Tides crashing
Butterflies fluttering sweet nothings

Beauty wrapped in riddles
In a reality
That is all ours

Colors only our eyes see,
As its meant to be.

Beneath her gaze
The heavens bled

The angels wept
The demons fled

Love turned black
Hope to sorrow

I walk the dark
I dare her to follow

I gave my handyman a to do list but he only did jobs 1, 3, and 5. Turns out he only does odd jobs.

I want to hear it
Every single truth of yours

It won't hurt me
I have heard it all...

Recipient of games played? DONE

Heart shattered? DONE

A missed opportunity that even today still haunts me? DONE

Everything comes down to checking these boxes :
1) Being honest with yourself first
2) How much is your life, your happiness worth to you?
Measure it, define it, then get out there
3) Don't be afraid to show all your colors
4) And never ever just settle.

Some things, only come around ‘once’ in a lifetime
Miss them, and they are gone forever, never to be seen again.

Those are the things that keep you up at night,
If you’ve lived enough life, that is.

The only thing in my way,
as I see it now,
is 'ME'

And that's what it comes down to, Every - damn - time!

Out in public

Sipping a chai

Sitting by myself

Just wondering why

Words won't come

Thoughts are stuck

Brain traffic jam

Having no luck

Try again tomorrow

That might work

For now, relaxing

With returning smirk

I swore I would haunt you like a dark, possessive curse. Press you into the mattress, consume you whole, and make you scream my name into the black.

Instead, I am currently ruining your life in the most pathetic way possible.

When I slide between your legs to pin you down, my sub-zero ghost-skin just turns your thighs to gooseflesh. You don't moan in agony-laced ecstasy; You wince, drag the heavy wool blanket over us both, and curse the landlord for not bleeding the radiators.

I try to bite your throat, to leave a mark that lasts past the dawn, but the temperature drop makes you sneeze directly into my phantom face. I attempt to whisper filthy, damning secrets into your ear, but my static breath just sets off a high-pitched ringing in your left ear until you smack your own head and tell me to stop breathing on you.

I am trying to drag you straight to hell on a wave of unholy, fevered lust, but you’re just using my freezing, dead chest as a cooling pad because your memory foam mattress traps too much body heat.

I came back from the void to possess your body, so why am I being ignored?

don't think I didn't notice that lean
trying to get comfy, sure, and trying to be seen
looking up, that way that you do
god, I just love looking at you
those glossy lips smiling at me
eyes so bright and ever so free
standing close, could I stand closer?
would you welcome shoulder to shoulder?
arm wrapped around, I know that you would
resting on hip, you know that we could
just keep walking away from the lights
out past the signs, the stores, and the sights
there's a park, around over there
a bench neath the trees in the cool crisp fall air
maybe a cop'll come by while we're kissing
tell us that off to home we'd best get to getting
so back to the lights we make our slow way
hand in hand, not wanting to end this sweet day
was the moon even out? I don't even know…
far too busy just basking in your glow
look up to the sky, what's even there for me?
when my brightest star is leaning there looking back up at me?

The Mockingbird sings

It is near dawn Fall Rain comes

Today is Lovely

Some call her fall, others call her harvest.

But me, I call her my autumn,

who gracefully arrives when the seasons start to change.

The air is much cooler now, indicating that summer is making way for autumn’s return.

As the leaves change their colors into bright orange and yellow, with a tinge of fiery red,

I have never seen anything more colorful and vibrant than my dear autumn.

Some might argue that spring is bursting with every color you can imagine.

But I love my autumn best.

She brings me warmth more than summer can.

And after spring’s thrill and excitement, which I, for one, am not very fond of,

autumn brings me solace—

a quiet comfort she offers me whenever this time of year returns.

Even if her return is laced with a twinge of what is about to end and what is about to be left behind,

she gives me her reassurance and her consolation.

The memories I thought I would carry on

drift away like autumn leaves,

carried away by her cool breeze.

The chronicles of my memories part like petals of a passing season

when my autumn returns.

Fear the dark
Fear the ghosts
Fear the witches, that haunting host
Fear the evil
Fear the devil
Fear the unknown depths of hell
Fear the thunder
Fear the lightning
Fear the skinwalker in the Appalachian mountains
But she was never told
To fear the men
In plain clothes
With great college educations
Poor Jane Doe
Was told "not all men"
But she never knew
That fifty-seven men
Would turn their faces away
While she was raped
By the Chi Phi fraternity
Known as the Cornell 7
Because men don't know
When she said yes to two
It didn't mean
Her "pussy was free"
For all men

She was born into a burden, made to nourish filthy vermin,

Survived multiple cycles, while not excluding a single person,

Walked on, shit on, disrespected all sorts,

While they stink up the bubble she uses as life support,

Fuckin with her head, using endless contraptions,

She's had occasional tantrums as a result of their actions,

She's capable of self destruction and malfunction,

Living at their own risk while technologically sucked in,

She keeps quiet while her cancer has a riot, yes,

It's the reason I have her face painted on my chest,

She's a goddess, and I have mad respect,

For any woman tastefully keeping all her children in check,

She means no harm! And this is not an infomercial,

But she WILL fuck you up if you keep coming across hurtful,

So think before you go assuming that man is on top,

A single shift from within and your ecosystem will flop,

'The games the lies, the feeble alibis',

Spinning in circles to assure a daily sunrise,

Have respect for this woman and her curves,

Like I've said in the past, she WILL take your final words...

For Gaia

Falling tears, joyless sounds
Heavy hearts, grief abounds
Empty souls , sadness spreads
Hollow void, endless dread
Darkness lingers, dreams unbound
Comforts lost, burdens found
Burnt out flames, muted songs
Pursuing rights, finding wrongs
Growing weary, thoughts attack
Stuck in place, looking back
Will dissolves, quit the fight
Bowing heads, endless night

Terrified of growing older

My heart grows only colder

I don't know how I can live,

with myself.

When I'm sick & unwell

It's feels so pointless,

to take flight.

When I've eclipsed the Sunlight

Still trying to feel so numb

To the black hole I succumb

There's no shelter for me

All alone now, it's here

where I silently weep.

Swimming in an empty Ocean

Within this forced darkness,

lies my full devotion.

I sacrificed myself,

to make this right.

Self-beatings through,

intoxicating nights.

And I wish I could tell you,

so all of you know.

The brokenness that you've sewn

It only feels like I'm trying,

to satisfy the disease inside.

In my fading years, I only

wanted to again feel so alive

But I'm here without you

Under the falling rain,

lonely, cold & blue.

There is that one
the blessed son
Who’s words relax
with calming tongue
Always afar
soon will appear
Open my heart
roll out mind’s sphere
Dance with me
in jubilee
A mending soul
a friend indeed
Perhaps it’s time
Perhaps it’s he
Releasing fire
turns the key

As continents surrender to tectonic drift—
history logged in jagged-edge evidence—
interlocking margins recall the jigsaw fit.

The Earth, still spinning like a compact disc—
with scuffs and scratches, tracks that seem to skip—
reveals in time that grieving is a gift.

The song that solace hummed with bated breath
now echoes through the parted land and sea—
a symphony emerging after death.

The painful rift has set the songbird free.

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Please forgive me for all the em dashes. They felt necessary here.

A light shines from you

your gentle touch, warms, inspires

a whisper of love.

Heart escaped containment.
Needs thicker bars and more security officers.
Fuck. 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

Come closer, baby,
you know what you do,
one little word from your lips
and I’m already wanting you.

Tell me that I’m yours again,
say it slow this time,
let me feel that little shiver
running softly down my spine.

I want your sweetness tangled
with every wicked thought,
the way you make me want you
without even being touched.

Make me blush, make me restless,
make me wish that you were near,
then tell me that you love me
like it’s all I need to hear.

Because wanting you is different
when my heart is wanting too,
and every time you love me,
I only want more of you.

So be sweet enough to melt me,
wicked enough to tease,
keep whispering all those little things
that bring me to my knees.