usnea covers
like fleece-lined leggings in cold
sheltering branches
usnea covers
like fleece-lined leggings in cold
sheltering branches
We dropped her off
in the ocean dusk.
She vanished.
All that remained
was sand and dust.
Hello sliver moon
You’re keeping me company this morning
Hello sliver moon
My heart has been in mourning
Hello sliver moon
My depression has started re-forming
Hello sliver moon
My emotions are so warring
Hello sliver moon
Your light is joyful and roaring
Hello sliver moon
You’re sending my heart soaring
Hello sliver moon
I hope your energy is a warning
Hello sliver moon
I hope my own light is aborning
Hello sliver moon
My world has been dark and pouring
Hello sliver moon
I’m so glad you visited me this morning
The Sun is shining
But in my head My darkness
Just swallows me whole
Train through towns well-known
Stops all predetermined now
Just a passenger
Nude skin. Eyelashes.
The crease of your eye speaks truth
On nights of sorrow.
living wild and free
the white horse plagues me
desires and dreams
under the waxing
gibbous moon we say goodbye
last evening of five
I’m standing on the stairway at the end of the beige corridor. The lights are low. The tone of the scene matches my insides. Dark and worried. Silent.
I glance down the hallway and she is in the doorway. He had knocked on her door looking for me. They both turn my direction, looking my way as if they were deer in the night.
She is peeking at me from the 5 inch crack in the door. He face is pale and worried. Her hair is up and frazzled. She stands there in her vintage pajamas, pastel and faded. She is giving off a low, frightened energy. It seems like he may have interrupted her while she was crying in there alone.
When we meet eyes, she frowns at me in the most loving way you could imagine. I don’t return the look. I stare; blank. Empty. Bleak and broken.
Our pain is so similar, yet nothing alike. When my pain freezes me in time, her pain shatters her entire world. When my pain rings loudly in everyone’s’ ears and runs red streaks throughout my sight, her pain doesn’t make a peep. Even though our pain speaks different truths, it is still pain.
I keep replaying this 10 second moment in my head. I have guilt for not returning the look. I was too strong in my emptiness. I regret not saying hello earlier in the evening. I regret not smiling in that moment.
I should have conveyed that we are wearing the same shields. I should’ve conveyed that we are on the same muddy battlefield, giving it our all, fighting the same war. I should’ve conveyed that we were allies, at risk for losing the same thing. We must gaurd our lives together as a team.
Show off his craft and woodworking, the pieces of his time.
Remember the things he enjoyed, his love of deep red wine.
Rest in the home together, the one that he built with you in mind.
Hold one another close, and finally say goodbye.
I wanted to take you on the hike we completed recently. The hike with the rocks. The hike with the heights. The hike with lover’s leap. But I stopped myself because I was too scared you would purposefully jump off the highest cliff, into the rocky abyss. Visions of you crying, standing there. Your delicate jump. Your delicate fall. Your hair flowing and your nightgown waving. With everything smashing to pieces before my eyes.
I couldn’t take you there, not even in my mind.
Your porcelain skin
Dreams of mother’s posing
You can model too
Navigating to park on this one way dirt road. Windows down, hair awry. The earthy scent in the air and a sight to see! Saturated colors line the field. Flowers everywhere. I want to be selfish and take them all. Fill my head with soft petals of bliss, their long roots stretched all the way to my fingers and toes. Fill my body with light and make me weightless. Fill me with dirt and leaves. Fill me with air. I want to breathe.
I’m stuck between the purple and dark blue, the light and the shadowed.
Between; I am here, I am stuck, I am indecisive.
Do I step into the realm of the purple hues or take a dive into the deep abyss of blues?
To be found or to be gone?
Here; I can remain.
Here; I can pretend.
Here; I can hide.
Without force to be found or gone, existing alongside the false acquaintances of this world.
But, here is not so good.
A bubble around me – I’m isolated, neither loved nor hated.
Just stuck with a decision: to step into the realm of the purple hues or take a dive into the deep abyss of blues?
To be found or to be gone?
My mind is not clear – not enough to step into the purple, but, I am too scared to take that leap into the blue.
So, I stay here in between waiting for something to take hold over my balance and knock me into the color where I belong.
Dried flowers
Snow showers
Please drift these thoughts away