Despite all the good, I face A harrowing, hollow ache That desires for all that I am not And a love-ability That I simply cannot be. A chilling rot in my center-chore That cripples my posture and cannot be absorbed By the warmth and light of a lover. A lover loves me for who I … Continue reading Inferiority
12/26/17 In the time it takes me to find another you I hope not to forget the feeling of your warm lips on mine frantic and silly, that move to my cheek and up my face until I break with laughter and my mind loses everything we discussed. I hope not to forget the soft, … Continue reading Not to Forget
December 22, 2017 Still is the cold, winter night of somber heart quakes which throbs in a turmoil unparalleled outside. The windless calm: an affirmation of solitude of solitude. Peace on Earth, but an ache within. Good will to all men, let it be insurmountable to they who lost their time and lent their ear … Continue reading Winter Loss
I first saw it as a glimmer in the emerald chasm of a little eye, And later, yet again, I saw it in the fluid motions of a dancer, Whose limbs were pulled by invisible strings. From time to time, This presence visits me in various forms: Subtle, profoundly beautiful, otherworldly. Maybe not it, itself, … Continue reading Untitled No. 2
The Red Panda will not admit the ache of loneliness, aware of the promise that the moment will pass. She invests the pain into love and life, fulfilling the predestined niche that is essential to her world. She comes to life at dawn and dusk to greet and dismiss the friend of existence. The friend … Continue reading An Investment
I think it is best I start to jot down all of my thoughts,Or else they may bounce around in my head A million miles per hour Until my brain is rattled. They conspire to escape at the worst moment In tiny illogical fragments That no one cares to know. Out the hole in my … Continue reading A Gift to The World
I have the most wonderful problem: An impending fear that I’ll never find anyone like my best friends, That I’ll never be able to love another person as clever and quirky as they, And that I’ll never be loved in return by someone who shares their transparent ingenuity. What a joyful agony: To love … Continue reading What a.
This isn't how we wanted this to end. Not just any other day, where he'd make fun of the way my U-turns never turn out right, and where I'd think I'm funny. Honestly, we didn't want it to end at all, but I figured we would have until the holidays, where we could spend our … Continue reading Not like this.
"...from a conservative upbringing." That's what we called it. The illusion that illustrated our parents as heroes Melted away to reveal a faded grey reality much less beautiful than what our previous perceptions Had allowed us to believe. Not all was bad. Many of the demons we were taught to fear began to shrink. We … Continue reading Recovery
My Sun and my Moon, My Artemis and Apollonia, Here, in this strangely formatted letter, is all of my love for you. Dear lady of the night, the hunt and the mountains, with raven hair, You have always had wisdom beyond your age. Your ready mind is a profound wonder, and is limitless when combined … Continue reading My Sun and My Moon