Soft rays beat through the falling night
Waking in themselves a hope of a new dawn
Rain before the fall, light before the darkness, sorrow before love
Month: March 2017
Delightful carnivore
She’s soft and she bites
What’s not to like?
Affectionate and strong
Love’s to dance and to play
Darling girl, what’s not to like?
She growls and she runs
It’s all just for fun
What’s not to like?
She watches and waits
Always happy to see me
What’s not to like?
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Song of the Day
This artist is no longer supported by me. I only leave it here because it is a Oscar Wilde Reading and he, I support.
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A goddess leaves
All doors clang shut. All windows disappear. Even in dreams she is gone and a future disappears like smoke
The pain is unimaginable.
I would have torn down the heavens and stormed the gates of hells. Just for the possibility of us. And now, all that’s left are words tumbling from frozen lips, spoken to an empty room.
I am shattered. A thing of broken hopes and dreams. A memory fading.
Lost amidst the ruins of almost but never were.
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Lost in the quiet morning
In my youth
I thought to remake the world or burn it
to break it and rebuild
but somehow those dreams slipped away
replaced by just trying to be content
to find a way clear of sadness
looking for and finding
failing and loss
breaking and broken
it was I that was lost.
And somehow I woke
but always craving the dream
a world where you loved me
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Playlist: Love is a Journey
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Song of the Day
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Hearts fall apart
Ropey muscles unspooled from the heart like a cat’s cradle
this pain seesawing between obliteration and oblivious
my mind following its well worn path to you
blocked by uncertainty,
while I await a verdict or a verb,
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The nows don’t stop
That voice, that twitch, that used to mean
that touch, that breathe, that shiver
that loss, that reaching, that overcorrection
that sobbing, that endless search for traction, that waiting
that tired, that sleep, that waking
that sob, that long look back, that hope
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I sometimes wish that I could see when someone has started but not completed a comment. And that others could see when I have too. Sometimes there are things to say but the words won’t come or are the wrong words. Sometimes I want to say or ask something but just can’t find the phrasing or the courage to hit send.
Pelgris 