the missing of you feels like a small animal gnawing at my heart my world isn’t quite right when I can’t be sure that you are still in it you have severed yourself from all modern technology that you declare ‘sources of connected disconnection’ it leaves me with hands empty of you I think about … Continue reading Operator, I’d Like to Place a Call
Soul
Where the Mountain Meets the Moon
where the mountain meets the moon I shall stand arms raised in supplication naked face lifted high to be washed pure by her silver glow light shall fill me radiate out from my deepest core I will love and be beloved embrace peace and let it spill from my soul welcome myself joyously without judgment … Continue reading Where the Mountain Meets the Moon
Amen
you say my name reverently a prayer a benediction it is revelation as if I have never heard my name before never known it's cadence it's music it's true meaning until this moment you show me that my name the sound of it on your breath has become etched on your soul carved on your … Continue reading Amen
Broken Angel
his broken halo still gleamed dull gold his haunted eyes a kaleidoscope of all that he had seen I could taste the loss in his tears the weariness written on his skin like ancient runes but there was hope in his kiss that made me wonder if I could be his salvation at least for … Continue reading Broken Angel
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Silver Bullets
you are scars sculptured onto my soul black ink memory etched into my skin silver bullets shot from a high–powered rifle penetrating my flesh embedding in my heart my lungs i watch the drops of blood slowly pool at my feet while I struggle to breathe deep the empty air left behind in your wake … Continue reading Silver Bullets