#meader

[sanddollarpoems]

I’ve followed your writing for so long - you’re such a good writer and recently your writing has been spot on with how I’ve been feeling too. I know you don’t write for me specifically, but just know the sharing of your story and feelings and expressionism is really appreciated by people you’ve never met. It’s nice to not feel alone.

With Respect and Adoration,

Meader

This is SO SO encouraging!! Thank you for taking the time to reach out and share. I don't really write for any other purpose than it's cathartic for myself. But when I find out that my words are speaking to other people, it just means the world to me. Thank you so much!! ❤

[meader]

I used to see myself in black and white; devoid of colors

I used to pray to see the sun some day.

But lately I have seen the green and red that make up summer

My skin is flush and warm; alive in rays

I’ve felt the ice that built around my frozen feelings melting

In the pool that’s forming rainbows shine

As from the darkest parts of life you’ve made yourself a prism

Refracting all that was, to beauty’s side

With each day I get to bask within your effervescence

I count my luck in scores and sing our tune

For every beat I get to hold your heart beside my own now

I feel completed, see my soul in hues.

[meader]

Harmonize

I spent a thousand nights alone. It took a thousand nights for me to realize what I wanted all along had been beside me and been asking for my voice to sing our song… but I sat mindlessly and hummed a mellow tune - you must have heard it cuz you came to me with verses fitting rhythm and imbued with spitting images of ghosts of feelings I had held so dearly back a thousand nights ago. And every hour since that moment that our souls connected notes together I have savored every measure fearful of that silence that had shielded me from crying - kept me whole - but too; alone. The only bar I need now seats upon it chords I saw within your eyes, and when our lips collide I hear a beat and I’m inspired - Turned my instruments to airplane tickets, flew across the world to listen, wishing I could stay - not visit - basking in your symphony. If it’s meant to be I’ll hear your music every night I’ve left to see, it’s what I’ve always wanted, didn’t know until I heard you sing the purest song yet borne of beauty - our refrain - You and Me.

[meader]

Anteros

I’d prayed for days unnumbered that my hands would turn to flame again so I might melt the ice that numbed them yet the freezing still remained.

Once tossed a spark I let it fizzle on my fingertips frustrated as I failed to understand that all my prayers were being answered.

Winter over winter, still my digits longed for heat but now my mind had stripped the room that once held hope completely clean.

Then a lightning strike reminded me that warmth has many forms so maybe fire wasn’t quite the source of what I’m really looking for.

And like a glove I’ve worn before that fits my fingers flawlessly and forms around my palm providing warmth where winter slept for years.

Weaved of yarns once written off as mythical; to think that they were turned into a perfect tailored pair of mitts just for me.

A match unlike the burning one I dreamed so very long ago brought feeling back and filled my emptied rooms with summer’s shining glow.

A foolish boy to think that flames alone may leave one smitten - a wisened man now humbled; thankful for his mittens

[meader]

Your mind it functions differently.

It’s like there’s logic but it’s clogged with creativity, cogs move independently yet somehow in insanity there’s clarity - a masterpiece.

Keeping time so perfectly behind the scenes, but those who read the face alone are missing beauty hid beneath.

Expectations overturned, imbued with ingenuity; impervious to paradigms a lonely life to lead but freedom’s never free.

I’ve been struck a thousand times by beauty in the carnate sense, like lightning passing head to toe then flowing on to somewhere else; and though the electricity is felt it seems to linger overwhelming in my head its so impeding yet it feels like home.

I’ve only known you for a month. And yet you just keep popping up inside my thoughts and when we talk there’s such a rush like holy fuck there’s someone else who gets my humor, thinks in tongues, it’s such a rarity for me, guess you could say I have a crush - to say the least.

[meader]

The city’s built on ashes from the towns before; The prettiest of flowers spring from coffin doors

[meader]

Honesty

Teach the young to tape this thesis to their tongues to taste the treats that truth turns out then yell it from the bleachers it’s the only thing that’s real don’t let them tell you that perception is reality, perspective shapes like hands on clay but feeling makes it spin subjectively.

[congliocchidellatigre]

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