Naked Thought

[theinternetarchive]

'the moon,' salted paper print from glass negative; james thomas whipple and james wallace black, american c. 1857-60.

[fadedglamours]

I was a child

With a tooth on the precipice,

A tethered relic of flesh and time.

The world watched silent

Tongue divined the loosened root,

Testing the ache of transmutation,

Tasting the iron tithe of change,

Knowing some rites demand blood,

And some things go easier when severed.

Yet I lingered,

Felt the sinew surrender in slow decay,

Let the wind, the whispers,

The turning of unseen hands

Unravel what force might defile.

I tasted the metallic, thick of waiting

A moment taut as the string of fate.

A pulse thrummed beneath the enamel,

A sigil carved in bone and memory.

The air reeked of rust and omen.

One final push

sharp, electric, wrong

The tether broke, the vessel emptied,

And in my palm lay the tooth, pale as the moon

No pain, only the hollowed altar,

The vacant throne of what once was,

And the silent knowing

That something must die

For something new to rise.

[naked-thought]

I can’t browse through potential lovers,

can’t sift through faces like options on a shelf,

measuring worth in polished words

and careful angles.

Love isn’t found in lists and numbers,

not in profiles or perfect lines,

but in the quiet pull of something unspoken,

the way a glance holds just a moment too long,

the way a presence lingers before it’s named.

I won’t seek what isn’t meant,

won’t chase what shifts with passing trends.

Let love come as it always does

unexpected, unforced,

written in the space between words.

[naked-thought]

She was impossibly beautiful,

but something else entirely in the peripheral—

a presence half-seen, half-felt,

just beyond the reach of knowing.

Not beauty that asks to be beheld,

but one that lingers in the afterthought,

in the shadow of a turning glance,

in the hush between words.

She was not the thing itself,

but the echo it left behind,

the trace of something almost remembered,

just past the edge of certainty.

[fadedglamours]

This light. Where is this light coming from to bring me to my knees. I have yet to see if it is for fear or praise. Please let me stay in my darkness, I am not ready to change my ways. This sin that I live in, hatreds that I hold breeds in me. Keeps the tongue sharp and my sword ready for blood. I cannot allow myself to know love. Where to allow another to perceive me as a sheep when I born into the wild and raised as wolves.

[naked-thought]

A thousand years of

Affection and compassion

How we are slow to action

She a square and me a circle

It felt like I was pointless

My sins justified

know that god loves you

enough to save

Not to give you a place

Feels like pain in the chest

Splitting me in two

Sharpening every breath

Let’s with less

Search for some kind of release

[naked-thought]

Fall is beginning to touch the trees

Red is replacing the green

Just as more dreams touch our sleep

Less time we have can reach

On darkness our minds feast

While our hearts remain

They reveal what they will release

In war or peace

One’s Pleasure or the other’s pain

[fadedglamours]

I’ve always found my kindness in the consuming darkness of night, holding in closely those words that are light. Seemingly there and elsewhere they’re heard as a dead man’s last prayer. Only look where you are willing to see, through too softly as if you too are killing me

[naked-thought]

Flesh

Flesh of fruit for flesh to feed

Ripe while eaten, swallow the seeds

I see growth in you and growth in me

We in flesh, less fresh or be free

Lest it been seen if we flee

[naked-thought]

Within her, fire found a home, its’ dance shines in her eyes and hides in her bones. Drawing lovers and friends alike —simply fragile moths to her light. Only what it took for her to burn, took perpetually longer for her to learn. While craving was the shadow that resisted her, watch her cinders soaring, joining the black sky as it is only her ash falling softly back to the earth.

[omni-farious]

there is something about beauty that pains the soul to know. An ache for submersion to the icy cold glacial lake awakening a river of ardent flame blazing waiting to be tamed by touch.

[naked-thought]

We made it to November. Why does love hurt so much. You wish someone would care as much as you. You wish someone wanted all of you but thats too much to want. I often feel discouraged and unwanted. Maybe I’m not want she wants. I’ve never had fear like this. I trying to understand her but it's hard when she goes cold and blocks the world out. Trusting is hard when you’ve been hurt so many times before. Being hurt is a part of love. I don’t know, I just feel like she looks at my flaws and after seeing who I am fell out of love with me. I’m afraid she won’t admit it. She’s waiting so see if that sparks come back but she has a storm brewing inside of her, I’ll stay with her and weather it out. I hope this is the right thing. 

[naked-thought]

I like fresh fruit, breezes, trees, and living in pursuit of stillness. I'm an oxymoron, neither right nor wrong while falling short I long for more. One day I'll visit all the great parks before they're home and I'm gone. This summer it was so hot and I saw myself looking up at the electric storms in the sky flashing lights before my eyes. This winter I think will be very cold

[naked-thought]

Fire had found a home within her and could be seen dancing in her eyes Drawing in lovers and friends alike They were moths to her light It took so much for her to burn Even longer for her to learn She craved only the shadow that resisted her her cinders flying to the sky like shooting stars the ash falling just as hard

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Fire nestled within her, burning in a dance within her eyes, drawing in both lovers and friends alike. They, like moths, were captivated by her light. It required much for her to burn, and even longer for her to learn. Her yearning was for the elusive shadow that defied her, her cinders ascending to the sky like shooting stars, the ash descending just as resolutely

[naked-thought]

What do we do? We are just two strangers Both equally angered. What's most often forgotten Is spoken in two words Also left my heart in two thirds What's next is bearing my chest Only to be left desolate Thoughts I think when lost in thought Ought to mean something Because nobody is nothing He was never good at bluffing She was never good at trusting

[naked-thought]

Introspective meanderings replace So animosity is contained My body was heating everyday Burning away in the shade Soul colder as flesh smoldered Until I flashed white brilliance Brighter than magnesium

[naked-thought]

Fox in the oak mill Living fast with no path Feeding to fill an empty past  Feeling too real to look back  Once they were trapped Long foretold in stories of old Blades sharpened threefold To be Gilded in gold Honey, his skin shone New king’s unwanted throne Comes to face the unknown