and the fog gathers all in her arms – a doting mother.
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is this a form of torture especially designed for me? to torture me with the worst until i give in? but give in to what – an unknown i have no knowledge of?
knowing what you could have had but what you never chased after is the most painful thing in the world.
apologies, but today i was feeling bored.
laughing in your face
laughing in your face because this is madness at its purest form.
nothing, Death says, comes for free.
Spring cries as Death carries her away.
freed.who i am,who i wish to be,tied in expectationsof who they want me to berestrained within a cagethis bird cannot fly freeher feathers clippedblue wings shedwho i amlost. i tried to make a poem that is reversible… but it didn’t exactly work? everything makes sense except for the line “tied in expectations”, and i couldn’tContinue reading “blue”
melt of snow on mountain caps,the empty stump of a once vital tree,smoke drifting from rubblethe reach of my hand for yours but you drift awaywith the break of the wavescolored red, heartbreak,your tears don’t surface your emotions blind your eyesthe decision made, i see the hatchet bloodshed around us, only my pride left,don’t –Continue reading “don’t”