#j.s.p

[briksandflowers]

[briksandflowers]

10/29/2020 <333

[briksandflowers]

I'll love you for the beauty you bring

Even for the darkness that clings

I'll stay close while you sleep

I'll chase away your bad dreams

If you promise to stay here, with me

[briksandflowers]

Words

By: J.S.P.

Days always filled with questions, Wondering if my life serves purpose, Wondering if my uncertainties, The crumbled pages in my waste basket, Words elevate from soul to parchment. Do words really hold meaning. Do the dark corners of my mind, Deserve to be observed. Do nouns and verbs Deserve to be heard Happiness​ does not accommodate The ink that bleeds from my fingertips, painting my picture, Attempting to partition from this pain. To subsequently realize Pain is much louder, When inscribed.

[briksandflowers]

What imma be wearing while mowing the yard today

👽👍😎👾💛

[briksandflowers]

Without my sons,

life would be without aim.

[briksandflowers]

Love hollows

If my presence is a bother just state your affliction

My affections have been known to be displaced

But I've known, with you, I'm forever suspended in a bed of stars

Yet still to deny, trace the lines, never dare to obscure life's meaning

Never to admit your only frightened to leave what has been nothing but familiar

To only settle with what you think you deserve rather than what you're worth

You're worth a mountain to me

I'd scale your summit just to feel the ambient breeze

The soft touch that goes unappreciated

I'd call you home

I'd let it fill my soul and try to savor the taste

Storing your heart in my bones

But I go day by day with memories of myself being forgotten

I can't remember the last time I appeared in your dreams

You dance with his ghost, his face of grim

Mirthless

Latent, dreadful falacious

Windswept

I became a blank page, the forgotten chapter.

I still think of your smile, I cherish the memories of your laughter

The last time I saw, a final wisp of your dress

Darkness appeared after

It cradled my existence, benevolently articulated

What a beautiful disaster...

[recollectionsofarevenant]

So I had a dream about someone I haven’t seen or spoken to in more or less three years.

Two years ago my reaction to you coming online on an old AIM account or something was a little different. I was like a deer in the headlights. My heart pretty much stopped.

Truth is, I think I do want to talk to you. In fact, I know I do. But I can’t face it. I always wanted to be different somehow when I did. Again, being honest I mean I wanted to be better, to try and prove you wrong.

Thing is, a while ago after looking you up I just wanted to congratulate you on uni, as because of some of your setbacks you getting there was a big deal and I’m majorly fucking happy for you.

You were the reason for the best and some of the worst times in my life, and 3 years on you’re still in my head.