rupturing

moonlight illuminates

breaks in my armor 

while starlight seeps

between the gaps. 

and i wonder, 

am i radiating warmth 

or curtailing at the cracks? 

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there is beauty in breaking. for everything broken was once whole, and can be again. but sometimes you dont know if youre coming together or breaking at the seams. 

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nakedness

if I bare my soul,
do not leave it unacknowledged.
my nakedness is not a gift,
my mind is not a toy. 
and a silence will always 
speak more than any words

crisp

it’s crisp outside.

the leaves fall with the temperature.

my emotions mimic weather.

blankets, pillows, layers, fears, tears.

they stack with the changing seasons.

this is the fall.

vacancy

tell me,

what is it like to lose

the one person you care the most about,

the person who knows your soul,

the deepest, darkest corners of your being?

how do you go on living?

a vacancy sign switches on

in your heart

neon, florescent bulbs emitting a glow

lighting up a jagged scar

that wasn’t there before.

 

to live is to grow

but we grow together or apart.

cobwebbed spaces

wandering, stumbling and fumbling

over cobwebbed boxes

where forlorn letters

crumble at the touch.

once read,

discarded and trodden,

they lay, forgotten, across the expanse

of darkness.

an eerie space of limbo,

between the was and is and will be.

this is not a house.

this is not a home.

a stranger lives here.

someone caught between today

and tomorrow,

the night and the day.

ghosts reside here,

the howls on the wind

whistling through leafless trees.

you exist here.

an inescapable dimension of your mind.

and you know,

this is where you belong.

galaxies past

if you look into my eyes

and see nothing,

do not be alarmed.

the darkness is comfort.

black holes swallow stars,

galaxies that once existed.

do not be alarmed

for my soul has been missing

much … longer …

than it took you to notice.

 

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