Does desire slip from the heart toward words
A small path carved after an immense struggle
The warmth of that journey still glistens in tears
There was someone for whom waiting became an empty Jar
No farewell was ever spoken
Clinging to a tender bud across raw age
Scorched and shattered again and again in the folds of pain
In the lonely valleys of once-pure, once-true friendship
How Secret the departure was
About the Creator
Karan w.
Lost in a world where peace is blue
I'm just asking.
The brain before you is unhinged, altered from the alleged blueprints the doctors claimed were adequate in the nineties. Though maybe their chart was upside down, who knows? Imagine your 'You' has a permanent view that loses touch like it's raining hats heroes that Warded you. You won't. protection rejection, right? Thought too worthless to your mind to not just get agitated and ghost the very concept. I'd say you can't, but that spite against, I don't know, luck, is making these rules, you know the ones. Feel like a trap to remove our humanity. You want good things, thoughts, my thinking is to keep the bats from joining the cobwebs where the right brain shoves all the rationality. Day-bats, well, winged moves that I do to disguise as one of you. Which is worse: being uncomfortably accepted with poorly worded versions of your descriptions being the only way they reference you, or admit that the silence inside never started, and during conversations like these, you depart entirely? Admit the seclusion is required, admit that 'vibes' are hormone-powered signals shared between guessers overstepping boundaries in sync.
By Willem Indigoa day ago in Poets
Comments (4)
Nicely done, Sk. Good to see you back again.
It feels so relatable and emotional. Nailed it!
So sad for this person who is thinking this. Good job.
This was so poignant and beautifully written. Loved it!