here it is, existing

apparently, all my writing has to do is exist. so here it is, existing. (they/her)

[somebodyssongbird]

I am with you in the morning When you are waking, Still sound asleep beside you, Cats curled around us As the light of dawn is breaking. I am with you in the evening As you begin to drift off, Eyes heavy and sleepy. Stay in my arms, I will hold you So you may rest deeply.

But soar freely, my dear, I will never hold you back As you fly through your days, Over the earth and over waves. Whether the day is cloudy or blue Some days I'll fly beside you, One of us a hawk, the other a dove. Other days I will be the wind Simply the air beside you, Or below you, or above.

Follow your heart, wherever it Takes you, to each experience That transforms and shapes you, You can take my hand with you Or leave it be. When you are done wandering And long to be held Like the sea holds the shore, Bring your weary, tired bones Home to me once more.

[split-wires]

two years from now;

two years and a week,

the love-lease is up.

my bones will be mine again

dinted as they are

anterior tibial diaphyses from before, from the fall;

then iliac crest fusing with her hands on them,

whetting and soothing the blade;

cervical rings steady behind the throat, no vertebral crumbling now; no constriction of breath.

two years and a week conclude

the beginning of mineral erosion.

edifying, ossifying,

a beginning to forget.

[easel-eisel]

[the-temple-of-sacred-asses]

“i can’t help but look at the myth of persphone and think: perhaps the winter isn’t so bad after all, if it means the dead get flowers too” - J C West (@the-temple-of-sacred-asses)

also check out: [The Myth of Atlas] [The Myth of Icarus] [The Myth of Achilles] [The Myth of Orpheus]

please do not steal my artwork or words! do not repost or post on other websites!

[split-wires]

Words last longer than we do, my dear

So I will reach into the stars and into the sea

To find words to hold you

So you will last longer than me

[split-wires]

if you decide to hold me

I think, If you decide to hold me, You shouldn’t ever be allowed to stop. The universe can kindly direct life away from the two of us Like a policeman with white gloves in the rain. Because if you decide to hold me, Nothing is allowed to interrupt You holding me. Stopping would mean parting would mean cold again,  And the soft comfort of being held by you Should not stop. So I hope the universe understands this, Because I most certainly do. If you decide to hold me You shouldn’t ever be allowed to stop.

prompt source: https://twitter.com/dog_feelings/status/1207480664603451392?s=20

[split-wires]

[split-wires]

Matter Crude and Coarse

Sometime last night I fell into your gravity,

Pulled into orbit, bowing to an invisible force.

It did not matter that I forsook my sanity

In a perfect world all water flows back to the source.

In the light your eyes were glistening

As breathless I sat listening.

What I wouldn’t give to lose this tender humanity

To be only what you spoke of: matter crude and coarse.

Airless and endless through the void sunrays go blistering.

[writingwinterridge-deactivated2]

Sometimes, writer’s block is just not allowing yourself to write poorly. Give yourself that freedom. 

[units214]

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