"Walk with confidence,
even if you know you will trip and fall.
And when you do trip,
laugh it off
and continue on with steady steps."
Probably.It might be the wayProbably. by Loveislightblue
your eyelashes frame
the warm brown of your irises,
when the light flickers across
their glassy surface.
The way they lift and fall,
and the darkness that consumes them
when you can't quite look me in the eye,
mystery, longing, melancholy.
Or the way the sunlight gleams upon them,
gazing softly, curiously into mine,
Or the fact that I could write volumes
about the way you look at me
as if I'm intangible,
and if you were to reach out a hand,
it would simply slip through mine.
But it's probably something in those eyes,
the way they glimmer,
the way they dull.
Something in those eyes
that helps me feel again.
October obituaries.I am writing to let you know thatOctober obituaries. by comatose-comet
your name died on the shred of
my tongue yesterday evening,
suddenly, with the first breeze of
an umber October. and the silk
moths spun out the threads of
their wings, the leaves turned, the
day your face was buried somewhere
deep under the mulch of a maple
cemetery, I saw a honey moon drip
pale in the azure sky, the sun red
read my poems, burned every mention
of your hands or your eyes or your
mouth. I spent a funerary moment,
curled in a furnace of pumpkin bonfires
and hedgehog secrets, they whispered
your name when the clock chimes
carried your coffin into the distance of
a forgotten summer, I can’t recall where
I met you, your hands, your eyes, your
mouth, I have learned to write without
you, and found new life in your absence.
Talking TreeI wasn't crossing the streetTalking Tree by TTM77
I wasn't small
I wasn't hiding
I wasn't in your path at all
I can't run
I can't walk
I can't talk
I can't drink alcohol
Victim of it all
Hello. I'm Anna.|
Just ask if there's anything you want to know about me.
"Life isn’t a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, latte in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming ‘Woohoo WHAT A RIDE’!"~Anonymous
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