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Ghosts in Daylight
Your words stick with me. Bits and pieces of them all stitched together creating a quilt of madness. Madness that encompasses me and all that I am. Words I never needed to hear but were said nonetheless. And now they are stuck in the crevices of my mind and come sneaking out when I least expect them, like ghosts in the daylight.
House is Not a Home
In a house that don’t move, where all I see is you, I’m caught between the fear of holding on and letting go. In rooms that loudly speak and roofs that never leak, I’m caught between the future and the past that threatens to sneak up on me. In this bed that’s always cold with blankets too warm, I’m caught between the fire inside and the fear that leaves me torn. In this tub that’s never full and rugs made of wool, I’m caught between the harshness of this world and the softness that lies there too. With the fan blowing breezes, lulling me to dreams, I shut my eyes and beg these ghosts, please let me be. -KNW
In Between
In between now and then is the expanse of time that has no end. Now, defined as this moment. Then, defined as the day we can be together. Neither you nor I has the knowledge of how big or small this in between space will be but we vow to tread it nonetheless. We make this promise to the other and we will keep it, for now, we know of nothing else. We have seen the truth of it and our eyes will not look away. We have felt the reality of it and our hearts will not be denied. In between you and I rests a thousand wonders, the love we never thought we’d see and a lifetime of bliss. In between me and you stands one other soul whose presence crushes mine. My irrelevancy is palpable. In between you and I she stands, hiding the pain she feels, for I stand between her and you. In between you and her stands a house on a hill and two sweet girls. A family of many with years amongst you. Birthdays and Christmases with Tuesdays built in between. In between you and her sits years of anger and disappointment, though she sees only her own, for her pain trumps all. In between we three lies the fault of us all, and forever we are bound by it. -KNW
All of it please. Right. Now. https://www.instagram.com/p/BqoHK-5gKhNhnjrPR8qv-QViIModkg5ruiMwIw0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=emg0w76jt398
Aces
I see her sitting there, the smugness in her eye. She feels like she’s won and perhaps for now, she has. But he will never love her the way he does me. She will be forever wanting, like a lost boat out to sea.
The selfish always prevail, forcing their might on the rest of us. She has him for tonight but I will have him for all his life.
I take no solace in the pain he must bear, for I will bear it too, and this mask I must wear.
Until the day we meet again my King, your Queen I will forever be. -KNW
Wrecked
I stand in the rain, clutching the letters I wrote to you
Hands fisted around my words and your unfilled promises
Tears stream down my face, choking back words I’ll never get to say
That’s the worst of the ugliness, all the written things left unsaid and all the despicable things left undone
I’ll just stay there if you’ll crawl to meet me but you’re no longer coming back home.. -KNW
Unanswered
Listening: Pretty Thing - Dizzy
What would it feel like if you brushed the hair from my face or kissed me lightly on the cheek and harder on the mouth? What would it feel like to walk by your side through the trees and listen intensely while you speak? How badly would my belly ache from all the laughter? How badly would my heart ache from beating faster? Will I ever have an answer to my questions or will they go forever unanswered?
-KNW
With/Out You
Listening: “Backstroke” by Dizzy
I think about you late at night, feel my pulse start to quicken and strengthen. The warmth of your imagined touch spreads from my cheek to the rest of my body and caresses my soul. Your embrace makes me feel beautiful and I know you have seen me. The tension builds in my muscles as I arch my lower back to meet your hips and find that your hands aren’t there. This road we’re on leads nowhere or does it lead everywhere? I feel your breath in the crook of my neck, picture your lips there, parting to take me in. Will I be the same after you’ve gone, or will I be forever changed? Your hands in my hair pulling me closer to your chest and deeper into this moment without you.
-KNW
Can’t say I’m all that surprised.. 🍕=♥️
Still
The blisters on my feet, still healing The thoughts in my head, still reeling The whiskey in my throat, still burning The deception in my gut, still churning.
The questions in the air, still hanging The emotions in between, always changing The cuts in my heart, still bleeding The words in my ears, still ringing.
The mood I’m in, always shifting The strength of my will, always drifting The tenderness of my lips, still swelling The sadness in my chest, always dwelling.
-KNW
Unbound
Listening: “Into the Light” by J. Views feat. Wild Cub
Drowning in wanting, I reach out Reach out for that sound, do you hear it, hear it loud? It’s my heart beat, beating down.
Deep in my depths, In the deep, deep down I wonder about you, wonder out loud How would it feel if you held me unbound?
My body is buzzing, buzzing out of control As I imagine it now, you reaching your hands around Images flash and fade as I’m left shaking and unafraid Lips parted, sharp inhale, can you feel it now, feel it all around?
Aching for you to show me, show me how it feels Won’t you see me, see me clear and loud?
-KNW
Under the Bed
I know what monsters look like. They are not creatures that hide in your closet or under your bed. They are not without form or faces. They don't have fangs and sharp teeth or snakes for hair. They look like me. They look like you. They have the faces of every day humans. They walk around in the streets and drive around in cars. They roam the earth with the rest of us, like the rest of us. Most of us will never know this type of vile human. But some of us have seen them with accepting eyes only to be rejected by the monsters. Where do you go when even the evil ones have no desire for you? Fear is a thing of the past for now you have survived the unsurvivalable. The claw and bite marks that decorate your skin can’t be seen by the naked eye. But when they look close enough, the faint white lines appear and one day, one person will understand. And you will see their scars too. -KNW
Timepiece
End of August already. Months seem to pass by without thought to us or to our lives. We are mere specks to the expanse we call time. They say time is a man made idea and they are both right and wrong. Time still exists without mankind but it is mankind that tries to control time, fit it into our boxes and paradigms. We use time as a measure of many things: success, failure, love, loyalty. In this way, time is manmade and defined as either good or bad. But we use a scientific certainty to tell us if something has value, to give worth to something that is not so easily defined. Break ups for example: the time we spend in mourning should be congruent to the time we spent together yet the time we spent together is not congruent with the emotions felt and so we fail to acknowledge the most important part of the grieving process; the connection. “He should be over her by now,” we say. But who are we to judge the inner workings of another’s heart and deem those workings worthy of discard? Time does not bow to the emotional whims of man. Another favored idea is that connections with others must be extended beyond a certain measure of time to be considered valid. Why must I connect with a person for X months in order to believe said connection is real? Now we aren’t talking about compatibility of the ability to successfully navigate a long term relationship. No, we’re simply talking about connection that exists between souls; connection that runs between our energies. Again, it is we humans that try to put expectations on those connections instead of just enjoying their presence and learning what they can teach us. -KNW
Inner Chaos
I crave it, the freedom, the lack of structure, the chaos. But I don't know how to live in it. Despite my desperate desire for it, I dare not stay there for I fear it will consume me, swallow me whole. But honestly, would that be the worst thing, to allow myself to fully become the chaotic wilderness that I already am? To learn to embrace it, oh that is the greatest gift I could ever give to myself. The permission to be who I am. The freedom to become enveloped in my own soul and unleash my magic unto the world.
-KNW
#he did what he had to do #legality is not a guide for morality
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