The fatigue
Is ever lasting.
I thought the same about darkness,
Until then came light.
I have placed myself
Along elements
Earth, air, water, fire.
Back to the roots,
Feel grounded.
Back to the connection
Feel one. All is one.
And when your heart is racing
Just close your eyes and send
A trusting thought
Into the universe.
Light a candle and swim,
Keep your gaze on the flame.
It dances and wakes up the dark,
Comforts, and warms your aching bones.
Sit and stay a while,
Breathe and kiss your solid wounds.
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Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Stolen in Months of May
My heart chokes on itself,
I spit blood.
Coughing out the poison I swallowed in your kiss.
I am infected, infested, addicted.
I need your hands in mine.
Lay here with me forever,
We don't need to make a sound.
Lay. Existing only in this darkness.
Sweep the pain away.
You touch my skin, you remove me.
Completely.
Out of my encased shell, holding my soul.
I'll slip into your chest now.
And I'm not like the others,
No I landed here, a fallen comet.
From above, steal me.
Quiet. Our lips magnetic.
All I asked for are countless more moments,
As soft as our colliding skin.
I beg for more days.
I scream for you.
I will wait an eternity.
If time is needed to heal your wounds.
I'll be here, when they close.
Heal. Quench.
Breathe. Again.
I spit blood.
Coughing out the poison I swallowed in your kiss.
I am infected, infested, addicted.
I need your hands in mine.
Lay here with me forever,
We don't need to make a sound.
Lay. Existing only in this darkness.
Sweep the pain away.
You touch my skin, you remove me.
Completely.
Out of my encased shell, holding my soul.
I'll slip into your chest now.
And I'm not like the others,
No I landed here, a fallen comet.
From above, steal me.
Quiet. Our lips magnetic.
All I asked for are countless more moments,
As soft as our colliding skin.
I beg for more days.
I scream for you.
I will wait an eternity.
If time is needed to heal your wounds.
I'll be here, when they close.
Heal. Quench.
Breathe. Again.
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