The rug was pulled out from under me
It left a nasty burn

Turnabout is fair play, I suppose

join me in this shallow grave by the river, we can lovingly gaze until the crows pick our eyes out

This maelstrom will pass
Pain is a potent potion
Don’t ever waste it

#haiku #hazypoetry

Well the neon is all gone but there’s still a good amount of glass.

there is a moment
just before evening
when things lose their edges

cars soften into grey
voices into shapes
you into someone
you almost recognise

and you stay there
longer than you should

The shockwave that rocked me when I saw you out of place continues to radiate
I beg you not to haunt that space

I think that any loving’s good loving
So I took what I could get

spoon feeding my emotions with self sabotaging thoughts

Not just oblivion fed, but oblivion finished.

If I could I'd make you mine But you aren't So I'll write you here Crow

Leaves keeping time to the rain.

The universe shines Out of her right eye The oceans crash Within her left And I can't decide Which one should destroy me Crow

even in complete darkness
some moonlight will always remain
every tree and flower remembers
and reflects her gentle light

dragonfly wings flit
over tender garden blooms—
breeze bends all eastward

all the sweetness in the shadow

stillness hums like static
I come undone in pieces
awake in every nerve
never arriving

I left her necklace in the loft
perhaps it's discoloured
like all my other memories

#Bravewrite

Don’t waste time proving yourself to people who’ll never see you. Build the life that proves you saw yourself all along.

let mighty storms strike
I am just a passing breeze
brushing through the leaves

#emoetry #mighty #haiku #writing #micropoetry

may you never forget: you are the muse, the masterpiece & the magic

Decay is not defeat but
prayer made green and
patient in the earth,

and age,
in moss and silence dressed,
leans back without a word.

your nearness distorts the air
and I follow without choosing

Something
about you
touches something
in me

He mirrored my emotional depth back at me rather than possessing any of his own. I fell for myself and he caught me

unadulterated-
warm rain soaking into earth
life begins

The silence that comes after everything you feared has happened.

She’s waxing back in sight.

Evening fell,
dressing me
softly in twilight’s
veil and a silver
slip of the moon.

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅

#poetry #moon #waxingcrescentmoon

I long to stage a greater mystery
but watchers quickly get the gist of me

~ constrained by: mystery

#poetry #couplet

That can’t have been our only chance. I know you’ll find your way to me

I know it's not hard to love me
the way I deserve to be
since I do it daily
imperfectly
and forgivingly