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@mostlymoodymads
It feels like a never-ending hallway where I find myself becoming a wanderer, waiting on you. I shall never truly meet you at the end; you were never meant to be there. It’s a broken clock because I will never know you in time. I would’ve loved you so well, if only I could have.
Crimson Tides have come and gone. The world’s on fire and it’s not the sun. Breathe in the ashes of time, the better days are behind. The voices that have sung the song are quiet now. They have come and gone.
The Chicken or the Egg
Crack me open, soul of yolk. Is it golden? Feed my body, scramble the mind of a muse. Paint my feathers in blood, then the marrow of my own. Flightless birds are all I know.
Eclipse
I often yearn for recognition beyond my title and it encompasses my sense of self. Desperation or true desire, the question I’ve yet to answer. Through rain and foggy windows you still see me. Promises of promiscuity may fade, still you view me as a work of art. I’ve been a ghost on this side of the glass, but you still smile as if I’m really here. The sun rises, the scene ends, he stares at a…
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Possession
A charm for your necklace, a doll for your shelf, a warm body is all to be held. Vampiric lover leaving no trace of life. A token, a trade, or a riddle of fate. Belligerence or romantic pride, self fulfilling prophecies set to the side. Inside a pit so dark, so deep, a cavern with no release. Lie in wait, for the ache to come, a heart, a head, or a tooth. The sticky sweet syrup coating the teeth…
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Little heart, small hands to hold, big smiles to break the mold.Laughs that bring the moonbeams home.The days are numbered, lumbered and long.I will read one more story and sing one more song.You’re missing out on time, irreplaceable time.On all the beauty, you’ll own the loss of a once in a lifetime love,The treasure, and pleasure of being a guide.A beacon, a safety net, but I’m here.Mama,…
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Dog-Eared
Travelers are weary, but I’m worn in one place. Stagnant, where the rot lives it slowly consumes you. Parasitic wasteland, what a wonder for a wastrel.
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Arizona
They say a Phoenix will rise from the ashes, but I was born there and I’m still burning. Fire, white hot consumes all of me, everything that I touch. Rising is not the problem, it’s the coming back down.
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We lost sight of loving a soul and not a face. Skin deep affection without substance on repeat. Slow hands and heavy beats. Apathy and regret live inside the bones, a body without a soul, a mind lacking a home. Living, loving in a loop of what ifs, broken wings that never fly, yearning for a place to stand still for a moment while the world spins out. Screaming into a void with an echo, monsters…
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Me, not talking: Ah fuck, I am being weird
Me, talking: Ah fuck, I am being weird
Alright I guess I’m back. Mostly just to say what the actual shit has dating become. Also dating as single mom in the age of hook up culture is my own personal hell. I think that being a hopeless romantic is a curse, kinda over it. Plus this whole unrealistic timeline for living and love, totally whack. I’m still getting my bachelors, I’m almost divorced, and I have a three year old son at 27. I definitely thought things would be different but they are supposed to be as they are now. I feel like accepting that means I’m doing pretty damn well. Living in your past or worrying too much about the future just steals the present.
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