I used to think that something was wrong with me
So those I loved eventually ran away
Now I know it’s because my fire which radiates robustly
The weak and scattered cannot figure out how to stay
The curse is the gift.
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I used to think that something was wrong with me
So those I loved eventually ran away
Now I know it’s because my fire which radiates robustly
The weak and scattered cannot figure out how to stay
The curse is the gift.
There is a certain power in words. Whether we hear them or their echo becomes absent from our ear canals, it lingers like the dirty ring stain in our bathtubs after we attempt to rid ourselves of its dirt. Your mind is then never still, never silent; always racing to find the source.
Sarne
Soul-Mate
Yesterday is just as good and the same as tomorrow
So I locked you away in a place
I could barely swallow
It turned my reflection inside out
Emerald, the hue of demises
This sixth of my remains contains too much to separate
Rummage through; bones are full of unidentified surprises
What brings you here today I wonder
What would you like to borrow?
Could it be that you await for my soul to walk through this rigid capsule?
It’s hard to stop suddenly and no longer love you
your love is so scattered around the rim of my wine glass
a full bodied, forsaken, mistaken love and even if
tears run like wild rivers down the contours of my cheeks
I will only miss a part of you.
Passenger Seat.
I am human.
A strong woman.
Which doesn't mean I am exempt from
the dedication of pain & sorrow,
my blood still spills red.
I had hoped to never grow apart
only farther together
as the car rolled slower, came to a hault
I turned to see that the driver had jumped
out.
She says she loves me, she says she loves me so she clings to me even when I want to be left alone But she's beautiful Like sometimes when I have things on my mind, she's the perfect person to listen and she only gives advice, she says when I give her a cue She says she loves me Like when I wake up in the morning she's sitting on the edge of the bed with a plate of food, wanting to feed me She says she needs me, she says she loves me Or like when I'm stepping out of the shower she's standing there with the towel, wanting to, wanting to dry me off She says, she says she loves me So instead of admitting that she has made another mistake she says, she says she loves me And I don't know about love
Lamont Carey "She Says She Loves Me"
Wholeheartedly I believe that nothing has relevance until you have the audacity to say it aloud. There is no greater scream than your scribbles on paper. There is no sweeter sound than your laughter in the eye of a humbled reflection. So whatever it is, own it.
Sarne
Thank you for everything & nothing.
Sarne