Too close to the sun Pull me a little closer and melt what wax I have gathered since we last touched let me know the abyss that waits below for the fall.
Category: writing
Synthetic
Synthetic Secondary like always. Nothing I’m not used to. Spark again the string that I show on my sleeve and pull and tug until it is worn bare and thin. Fire eating what is left of it so I may unwind a bit more of myself for you and make sure you have something to…
Kami
Kami Ascension is perspective And i am divine. Or maybe as below. The greater good. The righteous cause. If i could decide my place, I might not be so afraid. The coward survives, right?
Brokenness
brokeness It’s not okay. Unfufilled Famished Tell me again, That you don’t care. Nothing matters. Ill resolve to care for the moment more, For the both of us. Ill grasp at the feeling, The colour in my head. Your glow is unending. A brilliant ember of so many degrees. I feel your heat Or maybe…
Cyclical
Cyclical I will form myself against you Fill every crack with Hands body mind. Mold my shape Until it is what you need. Let you satiate your thirst Or hunger. Hope you forget that i wasnt always there So i may stay. But you will. Youll remember the thing Clinging to you. Youll scrape it…
Palpable
Palpable Red strings to show that it means something White ones to show that its not anything What do the pink ones mean? Is it something that is beginning or ending? Dying or alighting
Abyssal
Abyssal, Elder Push your fangs through my hand again and let the life flow out into rivers without end or beginning- The fear that they know more about me than I do is ever present. I cant shake it, and I look down its glare every day. A wolf with no pack, Ravenous Angry. Should…
Submit
Submit Collapse, crumble Submerge yourself So wholly Or holy In a fire That you don’t know is burning, That you allow a piece of yourself to be taken Rather than those of others For once.
Event Horizon
Event horizon That fine line between lying and having something to lie about. Like a scent you cant place, but feel between the empty thoughts in your head. You have to pick up the motes with the weakest link. You have to feel them with your fingertips until the texture isnt foreign anymore. They have…
A fire; Slow and Bright
A fire, slow and bright Are you sure you want to do this? To dive into a fire so hot, The friction of your swallowed sins and borrowed regrets will be so shallow an experience that your hands will shake with fury and some kind of pride not entirely your own. I think that maybe…