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Memories flow up unexpectedly.
Like lava through a crack in the bedrock.
Unbidden. Unstoppable.
Burning fresh through old wounds.
Unhealed wounds. Infected with why.
Why.
Did.
You.
Leave.
Me.
I replay every memory.
I try to understand.
I try to see the reason.
I try. I try.
I cry.
Like lava through a crack in the bedrock.
Unbidden. Unstoppable.
Burning fresh through old wounds.
Unhealed wounds. Infected with why.
Why.
Did.
You.
Leave.
Me.
I replay every memory.
I try to understand.
I try to see the reason.
I try. I try.
I cry.
Literature
Cadence
it was the softest idea that occurred to me,
while tracing the fresh memory of
your fingers on my skin,
calming me, like the sun going down on the wet, green earth;
this was the tenderness in your face as my tired tears
wet the cushions.
I was wholly encased in your warmth.
there I was slowly suspended, embryonic;
not still, but in a state of cadence,
returning to myself - harmonic
and returning.
you've seen me,
I arrive back to you every morning at the end of my long journeys,
the night still fresh in my cold hair
and the smell of quiet lingering between my fingers;
all the stars still clinging to my clothes and
I arrive at your body. th
Literature
Good Night
it started with “good night”
and the way you stopped saying it
and I told myself it was because
you were too tired
too weary
too worn
and I made it okay
then I stopped being your “good morning”
and everyone else saw you first
and I told myself it was because
you were too busy
too popular
too distracted
and I made it okay
now it ends with “good bye”
and it's not a cry for attention or a ploy for your love
you can tell yourself it's because
I'm too needy
too jealous
too much
but I gotta make it, okay?
Literature
Moved by Him
There is the darkness of the soul,
and the room that none see,
where I remain, alone,
pining day and night for thee.
Though my devotion to thee
is but a drop in the ocean
of those seeking thy sweetest embrace
I rejoice in this yearning.
Oh, if only you knew,
a thousand stars cannot match
thy brilliance in my mind,
O Beloved, Spouse, and Master!
For Heaven hath ordained
that I am thine alone from birth,
O dearest Paradise below,
My Lord Brown as Earth.
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Too many feelz... 