The noise was everywhere

So she closed her eyes and listened...

[lichen-lull]

Winter Wind Weltings

I hope one day

She too finds romance

One that knocks before it wrings

Her patience unkissed as her tired skin

She doesn't fib feelings

Instead, dresses them in veils

Acute lip corners laying landmasses below,

Farways south of a smile.

The coming northern winds can burn

A cheek from white to scarlet

Hats are standard proceedure here,

One shield without a sword.

With no scarf to offend the winter frost

It did a number on her skin.

Premature folds, topographic

Over the course of time, tectonic

The burning pain, a match

To her flameless insides

The winter wind weltings

Wore cracks through her veil

[lichen-lull]

where the walls absorb her falls, shes free to let go and so his glasses slip from her face like aged skin melting off bones but photoshop colletives cant depict what we'll be so lay your head onto me over popcorn and tea in the morning he is the flame, an electrons wild dance inner orbits dare not contain in the night he is king shenanigans while his eyes lay heavy and half shut his calloused paws thrive in all things sound they know how to caress, his garden potatoes

[lichen-lull]

The first letter.

Dear Pee & Boo, I left a purple splatter on my middle finger and plenty more wedged between my pointer and thumb nail.  It amused me a bit, to leave a glimpse of colour where most remove dirt.  Just hours ago, these same fingers waved you a goodbye and gesticulated defeat as the SIR rode on by without me inside.  My left-hand steadied the purse that swayed violently with each clack of my sandles; a clacking that competed with the s74's quickly approaching engine. Luckily, street lights were on my side. Doubly lucky, the toe nails you painted had already dried. It took me a minute to catch my breathe, and another to find my metrocard, but once I was inside I could smile knowing I wouldn't be left behind.  I pulled the drawstring of my purse, checking twice that the pieces of you there were still intact. I refrained from opening your letter to me and instead pondered how i would respond to what i'd not yet read.  You will be arriving about 2 hours from me writing this... the sun that greets me will meet you 3 hours earlier... The distance between what is destined to collide is only ever a period of time apart. Until we recollide, Potato

[lichen-lull]

They tell me not to Talk to strangers They fear I might learn Something New They put me in A bubble With fear I might learn The means Of you.

[inversefunction]

fricatives

my lips are trembling

with thoughts of yours so close by.

it’s insanity

rb.xyz

[lichen-lull]

eyes are flickering,

insanity is hoping

lips tremble me too.

[robertjw4688]

When those in

power clip your

wings, silence not

only speaks, it

stomps the

flag into your

face and says it’s

making a

patriot out of you.

[lichen-lull]

Those in power

Tred with ill-fit boots

Stomping orders where

There was sanction without

You stole wings

Put silence where we once fluttered

And expect flag to take wind

Without limbs to hoist it?

Evoke and expose

The ail partisan of you

And maybe I'll be

A patriot too

[lichen-lull]

The texture of the rain,

I sense it tap

Against my shoulder skin.

Through the trees

Fly whispers

Journeying

To reach my ear.

The sound

Of shuffling feet

Nearing yet

The world is alseep.

Tingling taps on

Every nerve of mine,

Rain chilling me

To the bone,

But how?

If I am still inside

[lichen-lull]

Certain things are hard to put into words like the precise sound of tiny sand pebbles crunching under new loafers, the sides of heavy soles as they periodically clumsied eachother. I was arguably too young to be in loafers but they provided this inexplicable level of comfort that was so foreign to me.

Each passing car wooshed softly by, complimenting every ambient song that played through disheveled headphones. As I gazed up, the street lights rotated one by one against the hard dark navy of a sky as I passed them. The orange light softened everything, even the smells. I must have looked like such a goof, hauling groceries at 1 am. It's certainly hard to put into words why I did it. But simple to explain just how perfect the night went.

[lichen-lull]

Hard to look to the left

Without overreading signals.

Creating meanings

Where they may be not.

Avoiding meaning where

They may be too much.

A shift of weight

Points eyes awry.

Overly interested in

Looking disinterested.

The tip tapping of toes

Revealing true intent.

[lichen-lull]

Cataclysmally,

Step by step

They flee,

Ripping parts of me

By the seam.

Handing deamon fiens

A new heart to feed,

Glutenous meats

Untactile Beast.

[lichen-lull]

Aromantically, They lay Almost free Until foot by foot She must flee Ripping him in parts Until soon they start A new unrequited Plight

[lichen-lull]

“Open your eyes!”

The sounds are all warping

Seizing these lungs

The trembling numbness

Persuasively hung

Limbs surrender

To the carpet floor

Hope looks well darkened 

Sensations more numb

A stranger is yelping

“Breathe, I can help you.”

I once knew the motion

Of lungs rise and fall

So interesting how

Visions can be voids

When locked behind 

These sealed eyelids

[lichen-lull]

Undisclosed confessions

Muttering through the floorboard cracks.

Only we, kicked down and wounded

Will hear what the others won’t believe.

How does it feel?

To be fiddling young lives

The tip top of their strings

In your grimy end bits...

Don’t your arms get tired?

From keeping us on our toes

The puppeteer dance

For the corporate show!

The walls are swiss cheese here

When you unscrew what we had.

It’s too hard to cry;

The air is dustier,

And dry.

[lichen-lull]

you say

youre not looking

for      anything

serious

            i say

im too fragile

to be so close

too ticklish

in       places

you shouldn't

go        

             yet

i find you al-

so irresistible

crave     every

inch  of   you  

    i

fear thoughts

where        our

bodies collide

when

simply your eyes

send

    senses

        spinning

o v e r d r i v e.

[lichen-lull]

Nicotine

you cannot be

all that

i need

and yet

I'll reach

again

for you.

[lichen-lull]

Never

Could a momentary

Gleeful glance

Seem hollow

To a wistful heart

[lichen-lull]

      Intentions

         Made

        Clear as

          Conscience     

         She's still here,

      but

I don't mind...

I don't mind.