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[steam-punk-overlord]

New Year’s Eve begins

then follows the swirl of dread I feel twist

And ripple through me.

I could be dead next year

Or empty of you

My hands hurt now…

I feel it pull in my stomach

I have known that absence

A brutal ache and burn that haunts me

I stay home to minimize damage

Little risks

Little fears

Panic is warranted

If I sense a threat.

But I am told that is no way to live.

I am living with my eyes closed

Standing in the tracks

I can hear the horns but faintly now

If I plug my ears.

I am learning to know

Existence must be danger

I must live it out scared

This is somehow yet —

The most courageous choice.

-S.S. Dash

[abrighterspark]

surprise me

give in to the urge to scream

let it be torn from your throat

with tiger claws 

of your own making

sharpened, honed

on the bones of your past

.

surprise me

with the echo of your dreams

born from forgotten notes

full of flaws 

from your own cravings

borrowed, broken

on the throne of your own craft

[steam-punk-overlord]

Meet me in the middle of this mundane moment and we will—with artist’s touch—make it miraculous. Craft humor in a sentence to tease my brain with songs of giggles and imperfect snorts. This minute now and over already—like no other. You are like no one I know but you. How it is we have only met such a short time ago and you see through me like a well rehearsed life time of memories. How it was that I could long for you years before I heard your name. How you called to me without a word.

You are you drawn to me as I am to you. Two stories written to be told with each other.

To me you are the smell of skin, clean sweat, bedsheets, video game controllers and sunflower seeds spat in a taco bell bag. We are joy amidst poverty. Such a depth of contentment they’d wish to commodify but cannot figure out how…you are my priceless poor love.

[steam-punk-overlord]

Thoughts On Yearning

Seeing signs in sand and nothing.

Once in love we will talk of how simple it is

How it was always easy

I love and they love me.

Therein the torture if unrequited

That it can be so clear to the one—

How poorly the pair

But the one holding hope is seeing patterns and arrows in the stars pointing to this perfect moment

And how they’re trying to say—

Or if they could just—

See.

Before you’ve held it or once you have lost it

Love feels desperate and just out of reach.

After you have found it

Love feels like something you have always known or should have….

I do not know what it’s like to hear a song and not wish somehow deep inside me I knew how to play it

How the words would feel drawn from my vocal chords

The notes pulled out by my fingers

But I guess that’s how it would feel not to play an instrument but want to.

There are some lessons once learned that change how your eyes can see

And what your ears once heard.

-S.S.Dash

[steam-punk-overlord]

Blanket of Snow

Winter, safe

In it’s low expectations

Allows me to indulge

Warm blankets

Deep sleep.

Wrap me in the quiet of heavy snow fall

Empty roads

We have no reason to leave.

Holding concious in the present

Soak in time untapped by obligation.

The freedom to exhaust and rest and rest again…

[steam-punk-overlord]

Sunday

The Sundays of old christened “the day of rest”

But how restful can a day of rising with the sun, gendered dominion, and fire and brimstone for every wayward breath— be?

I take my Sundays waking next to love, grateful prayers, cups of coffee, curled under clean sheets. Rest with praise. Deep conversations with friends alighting the spark still flickering—gesturing always toward the need to create as we were created. Wandering through the crunching leaves following a crows call. How I’ll write or sing, or draw it all out later…

Sunday subcreation

Sleep deep and worship with your hands.

[kahnia18]

SEARCHING FOR LOVE!!

I’m looking for this LOVE I once had for you.

Trying so hard to fall back in LOVE with YOU,

But I can’t seem to find this thing called “LOVE”.

Every word I've ever said you never seemed to hear it or pay attention.

I want to fall back in LOVE with YOU,

But something is telling me NO Don’t fall in LOVE just yet.

Maybe I’m SEARCHING for something that isn't there anymore.

My HEART never belonged to YOU.

I never wanted to lead you on,

I NEVER WANTED TO FORCE ANYTHING.

SEARCHING FOR LOVE!!!!

BY-KAHNIA .H

10-14-19

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