https://wind-some-light.tumblr.com/post/185288177823/murky

voidlightmoon:

I am

what once was lost

broken and afraid

the glory which belies the cost

the price that must be paid

Fractional changing of the air

first hint of winters thaw

sometimes here, sometimes there

a kiss from

a slavering maw

Storms which rage,

and flowers first bloom

the turning of the very last page

the bride, and her groom

hope, a sweetly sighing poem

the cold of this forgotten age

returning, again,

to my home

storiavitali:

ambitions emerge,

summer swoons oblique

amid the trappings of perfection,

perched above the breach

of seven sands a flame ignites,

shivers of esteem

permit a lapse in self possesion,

writhing with potential

sophic notes collect inured,

to obfuscate a yearning–

restless hips

a classic gait,

the soul resounds

in acquiescent want

velaskies:

Questions

Are these hands made
of human bone
and do these words
still have the heart
to sting,
am I the butterfly
or simply the bee
a slave to the weeds,
or a monarch
in the process of change

aubriestar:

a river rushes through
this wild heart flooding
equidistant points
willing
spilling hope into
parched promises

~Aubrie~2019

(via aubriestar)

asecondathousandvoices:

love me a blossom
love me some trees
love me a new route

mildreflections:

I dug deep into the earth,

From its porous skin to its hardy pastures.

I tunneled through faults and crevices,

The imperfections of our foundation.

And just as above,

With ever falling depth

The air gives up,

Forfeiting the challenges of space.  

There is no real escape for the body,

Hence I shed my skin and pushed forward.

Towards the heat,

Towards the simmering rage of our constant existence,

Towards the slow churning wheels of flame,

That gives us a stable footing.

I wanted to find the core,

The driving force of our home.

And when I chanced upon it,

Jagged and torn through my ordeals,

The star kissed center,

At the reach of my weary self.

When I saw it,

With eyes consumed or slowly being eaten away

By its radiant immensity.

It was then I realized,

The true strength it takes,

To touch a heart.  

                - Mild Reflections

winetruth:

Vodka

I watched it fade before

Unwavering in the sense that it was gone before I could catch it

I find it disconcerting that first times never last

I find it even more unfulfilling that I never want them to

Recollection of dates and faces

The sad eyes and unchanging expressions

It’s better to leave before you get left

Always better to be the first to pull back from the kiss

I loved once

Or thought I did

I can never be too sure but I learned my lesson and it tasted familiar

Almost like the absence of my father

I have a fear I’ll end up like my mother

Alone and wasted

Reaching for a bottle instead of redemption

-a.a.

callmelittleelephant:

I hear pain should be
specific
to be relatable:
what was the color of the sweater
you wore or the smell of the food
in the oven or the TV show playing
in the background
on the day your world
broke in half?

I could tell you
all of those things
but why try to make you feel
as if you’d been there
when all I wish is
that I hadn’t been?

—day sixteen