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Its just like the wind
The feeling as it grazes the palm of my hand and as it slips in between my fingers
The chill on the back of my neck, I feel it coming but I'm still surprised
Sometimes annoying, but other times a reason to walk a little slower outside
Always there, Always feeling
Louise Glück, from a poem titled "October," featured in Averno: Poems, originally published in 2006
Most likely has something to do with the MARRIED guy you’ve had a fling with.
Some might say that at this point I need to get over it, but excuse me for feeling lied to and my fucking feelings being hurt.
I don’t even understand why anyway. Never even got a reason and because of the dynamic, all I can do is dump this shit into the void that is my tumblr because no one will fucking see it and judge me for it.
All I wanted was a friend and it was going great, but I guess it was a lot easier than I thought to just ghost me. Fucking bullshit honestly. I didn’t do ANYTHING except be there for you and try to console you on the nights that you would text me drunk in the middle of an existential crisis
can’t wait til I’m released from captivity into the wild and immediately get carried off by an eagle
I can see your colors
I can hear your sounds
But your noise is distorted
And your colors are shaded
You love in pink, but your color is red
You may be silent, yet I hear your tears
You’re happy in yellow, but your burn shaded
You cheer, yet I hear frequencies of distain
Your brilliant shine deserves to be seen as the silver lined clouds are seen
Your wind chime like sounds deserve to be on repeat like they’re the worlds favorite song
Villager in mourning, last one at the grave.
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Time heals all wounds
Yet I choose to reside in a purgatory like place
Where no clocks are ticking, and seconds do not pass
Trees no longer wilt and evergreen is the grass
Though I find peace here, I find this is simply an illusion
These trees bare no fruit
This grass fails to wave as the wind blows
I find that though I live my life in this place
This place in void of life
From afar I can see a glow over the city
Yet I wonder, is the shining from the bright sin city lights or does the 10 mile light shine from the life within?
Do the people that come and go create this light full of life and does it come and go as they do
Perhaps they take it this light home with them and bless their home with life
I wonder, but there is no answer
For this light does not find a home with me
I will not find rest here
Because you are called to a beacon, does not mean you are being called to salvation
For those who light fires see to fill your world with smoke that reflect off mirrors of poor judgment
Knowing that rose colored vision makes dark smoke look like pink sunset clouds
Beckoning you to the start of something knew
Though the heat of these flames feel warm and familiar
Tis the same flame that has burned you once before
Do you find the warmth is worth these scars?
In the hard blink of two eyes
I find no luck in a city of spinning wheels and flashing lights
It’s the feeling of dying of thirst while being set adrift in the middle of a salty sea
Pruned fingers and numb feet
Floating aimlessly, lost in this ocean
Every wave, every ripple is of a different violent motion
Bringing light through cloudy storm
Ever clear of summer heat
Fallen free of lovers warm
Rethinking steps of no repeat
Evening somber and nightly booze
Ether fresh, ether clear
One is nothing, with nothings to lose
For I am nothing, with nothing to fear
Youth departed
Our age ascending
Utterly whole hearted
Reasons pending
Self loathings a new high
Even substance cannot contest
Leaning closer to the sky
Finally the storm is put to rest
She is the glimmer off the ocean.
She is what gives the world vision.
Darkness does not dare to trifle in her world.
And when the time for her light to become eternal passes, the world will know midnight once more
Her shine conquers, she is light
One last pearlescent ray of light slips behind clouds. A distant peal of thunder. My cat lays his head in my lap and the sound rolls and fades. The rain is on its way, sweeping down the canyon. It’ll be here in just a moment. Just a moment. All around me the world seems changed.
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You feel you’ve been here, once before — a memory that was not quite yours.
