midnight roads

i'd nearly forgotten
the solitude
and occasional loneliness --
of late, late nights.

for the short time you kept me close,
for the short time you sang to me 'til dawn,
i'd nearly forgotten
the heavy road,
empty except for my soul.

and sometimes,
the solitude --
it shines bright,
a single serene star in the night.

yet
sometimes,
i'm blind.
i stumble,
and i fall,
and i must wait
the painful hours before i fall asleep
and find relief from impasse.

only to wake up the next morning,
and repeat it all again at night.

rest in the day,
travel at night.
midnight roads
steeped in a stream
of consciousness newly brought forth.

the reveal --
rose-colored,
or wracking?
i never know until the time comes.

walk with me,
until daylight.
watch with me,
the beauty
-- and the torture --
of the night.

flaws

// it's been too long. I've missed you!

flaws
     create beauty
the beauty can be
     catastrophic. psychotic. unnerving.
it can be hard to see.
it might be impossible to see
     through the eyes of some.
     maybe only the stone cold, or --
          different --
     can see.
but there is beauty that we cannot
     and should not
deny.

it is pure.
it is raw.
in its essence, the beauty itself
     is innocent.
maybe not the creator,
but the beauty,
     its characteristics --
that is all it knows,
that is all it exists as,
that is all it can be.
yes, it was
     born
     from a flaw,
but it is perfect
in its own
     beautiful
way.

truth and a dream of transparency

delirious mist boils me raw
sordid blue dreams trudge in my mind
voices beg for freedom from my fingertips
there, grasped tightly in my palm --
red crescent marks:
sore, stopping them from soaring.
them. they who are loud.
grating.
raucous.
the truths, the harsh truths,
that no one wants to hear.

hello

hello, loves.

During the final stretch of the schoolyear, I was veryyyy busy.
Not so anymore, so I have no excuse :/
I've been writing here, though.

see you soon, loves <3

cheers x

super short -- rain song

as you probably could tell, the last two posts were my take on magnetic poetry, where I look at the words for inspiration rather than actually using only those words... BUT I'll take a stab at the official magnetic poetry now!!

The pure peace of spring --
Behold, the stones murmuring harmony,
and the rain with a song of rivers.