A yawn stretches itself From the inside out Withholding tension That sits crooked Within the bones; It’s the most peculiar sensation— Wanting to exhale The weight of lethargy And its residual tangles Yet it remains stuck As if in a vacuum Roaming with a palpable shift Behind eyes Already burning from the need To drift closed In a forbidden sleep That only grows With the momentum Of an ebbing and flowing stillness– Monotonous sighs of the day That make it harder To stay awake
An existence Attached to pinprick perforations; Blunted imprints and scabbed divots Sealing off memories – Dark figures roaming stone-walled chambers Shrouded in the forgotten colors Of adolescence Masking itself In nonchalant shades of grey Because it’s better this way… Distanced from the blemishes Hid beneath long sleeves And pretty fabrics Without being fettered To the ‘why’ they’re there To touch them With aloof interest Without scratching beneath the skin Of buried trauma In unintended discovery Unleashing agonies that bleed Uglier Than every macabre hue It’s better to remember nothing Except these moments As cherry blossoms softly carpet the sunbaked asphalt…
Mystery murmurs Low and resonant – Its strange cadence Plucks into the stillness Like a poltergeist; Presence betrayed By shuddering walls And their heaving sighs As though burdened By tales they’d eagerly share If only they could talk But those stories remain Teasing whispers Behind wooden beams Where she wishes She could stuff her doubts For only a moment Of unbruised peace and quiet
Like watching breath in motion The calligrapher inks the beginnings of a quiet soul Upon fine parchment; A soft inhale suspends itself Following his careful pause Then pools out – measured and slow As each brushstroke contours and connects to a heart of emotions that become tangible Real A lifeline immortalized For all the things Left unsaid; For the anxious thoughts Pressed between quivering lips Offering comfort To the ones Trapped within the tangles of their own mind
Calendar pages flutter through the wind Another year twists its limbs In a dance that is quickly forgotten As it grows more distant A glimmering speck Unseen At the threshold of time That continues in its unbroken way— Solemn and impartial— While some will its hands To reset to their desires; Resolutions gathered In an abundance of wishes and prayers Between hands, lips and hearts Eager to carve boundless paths Where the life-giving pulse of fate Flows Without end.
You seemed a creation of waves and sand; The way your skin glittered in opalescent winks Under the aureate sun You spoke the language of the sea’s deep groanings That only seagulls could pacify Seashells hugged your neck Like the finest pearls And your moss-green eyes held a mysterious depth that rivalled the ocean’s; Pools I could drown in without fear of an unknown Leviathan crushing my body in its descent. We could not understand each other— Perhaps you were only a figment of my sun-soaked imagination But all I felt Breathing your salted fragrance Was peace; Quiet and free.
I want to give a shoutout to Happy Panda. I think this piece was inspired by your comment on my last post, which was so encouraging. It made me realize even if my writing doesn’t sound “perfect”, as long as I still enjoy doing it, that’s all that matters. Thank you for being awesome and I wish you all the happiness ❤
Affections Written in blood Or are these afflictions? It’s becoming hard To tell the difference; To understand these emotions Bathed in scarlet Wishes kept secret Inscribed In the stoic, unbroken lines Probed by searching fingers Desperate To understand The cryptic messages Left behind By a weary heart