I find you in the unlikeliest of places.
You spring at me from within the pages of a book, as the protagonist speaks words that once tumbled out of your breath. The letters dance and weave your name across the plotlines, but disappear just as I blink, and I’m left wondering if it weren’t just a play of light.
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Perhaps you'll forever remain
A glowing ember
In my heart;
A bit of warmth,
A touch of hope,
A fleeting flame for pensive nights.
Continue reading “Ember”
The pointlessness of it all.
However hard I try, however many distractions, I throw at myself, it comes back to this. And the urge to self-destruct reaches an all-time high when you find yourself let out a sigh, bidding goodbye to a dream that can never be.
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I suppose that’s how things are.
They fall apart,
And scatter at your feet,
You trample them
In the rush of time
And as you gather them
On a lonely winter night
Fall away again,
Through the nooks and corners
Of your arms and your heart.
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I chanced upon a poem yesterday, and as subtle unforeseen happenings often do, it shook my world. The earth shifted just a little under my feet, and I fell away, losing myself to the wine and words. Both bloody. Both heady.
Continue reading “Wine and Words”