Category Archives: Love

Fragment 34

A large inch sliver of my wedding ring finger,

Lodged between razor blades.

A tinge of excruciation every time I bump it.

The blood that doesn’t stop until I seal it with the sting of black powder potassium ferrate.

And I get home to the internet connection again for the first time in 12 hours to claws again.

I’m stuck with nothing to say.

Stuck not explaining or caring.

Wedged between the commonality and the opposites

Trapped wondering if I should even bother because there’s a million other places and people calling me.

Tied living in doubt of my accuracy.

My bed seems closer,

Yet, less comforting and less confusing.

I just want to show someone all the places Eden hides.

Introduce someone to all the one of a kinds.

My words hang like gallows being near another slice of flesh today and how much more that imaginary one will out do the real one.

An eraser or a pen, a conversation or an idea, a rough beginning or premature end,

And a wheel of fortune spins.

Maybe I’ll buy a better body like every other American,

A new front door,

Then let just pretty fleeting things grace my floor.

Or

Perhaps I’ll just lie on the soaked ground until this expired body finally lets my electricity go or I turn into a mountain.

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Villt hross að fara

This years best season,

Ending on such sour notes,

Giving way to good harvest,

With a lesson-remote.

Curled lying lips corrupt,

Undue, unjust,

Never makes for loving so much.

Faded memory still passing like thinning fog

Only at the bottom of mountain tops on Tuesdays-

Leaving room for another’s endless hope I collect

Like the sun’s rays beaming trust.

So sorry for that luck,

I’m bundling up:

Emotional blackmail,

Piled on the porch untouched.

And I am returning to sender,

A forked tongue and angled tail benders.

All the stagnant,

Unpragmatic-

Three soul mates a year sort of romantic love.

Along with the hateful glances of a barely mortal man’s drunken red anger

Based somewhere in the what I have’s-

What you should entail,

And the what happened not’s.

I leave it world’s away

Trying to control so much while-

Fabricating nebulous notions

for ornamental pickles.

Dangling  for the sake of art’s sake.

Emotional courtship only,

Floating the bragard’s specter boat-

Like it’s a hold you up crutch keeping hope afloat.

So it’s my serendipitous road from here on out,

To the golden ocher leaves of real adoration

And undying crimson devotional lust-

Hidden In his soft kiss and rough handed soul

Plucking strings like Santana,

Healing the troves of

goodness,

And just his burning blue eyes,

Making diamonds out of my scars,

Between the planks on ocean pier moonlit walks.

 

 

 

Fragment 11.111

Happy Holidays to you and yours first off. May it not be the cluster chaos of mine and instead resplendently balmy and curative. 🙂

So moving along to my usual 😉

 

The morning fog

Thick above the ponds

Makes me feel alive again

And the city  looks like beautiful hope

Despite the many still eating their own kind

I wonder some days what I’ve accomplished finally

To gain such a genuine divinity  behind my smile.

I wonder too If perhaps I merely lost my mind.

I like to think per contra though-

I see the beauty in the tragedy now

My demons tamed,

My fears rearranged,

My pieces recollected

So that I may finally love with all of me for the first time.

Brightly like a meteor’s dying shine.

Limits be damned to man’s overthinking mind.

 

“Go outside and enjoy the greatest show in the universe — which is, of course, the universe itself.” – Rogier van der Heide

 

 

 

Fragment 9.285

Lessons I’m still learning. But at least I’m closer. This gentelman has been on the same path and shares a lot I have learned over the past few years.
Anywho,
I have a type,for my entire life- sigh. I’ve learned however to actually stop hanging on and inhibiting another’s personal growth. Their path is not mine. The want for someone like me is to heal the most broken souls. I believe now more than ever,I should work on my own first
Xoxo

Fragment 8.014

Sacrifice holds the hand of dedication,

Growth,

The adornments of mourning laments.

So today’s western star message accompanied

The streaked fiery pink horizon

Just above ocean blue dinner happenstance.

“You don’t drown by falling in the water;

You drown by staying there.”- Edwin Louis Cole

Or holding onto things that passed

Several infinitudes ago.

Those boulders others carry sometimes,

Should be used to build something

Celestially new, like nebulas of happiness anewed.

So make sure you roll those up to the mountain side too.

They are never for another to handle for you.

xoxo

 

 

Your Deconstructed Devastation Destiny

love_is_at_your_feet__pink__by_aureliens-d98hjzkHumbly I was laying my love at your feet

But you used such incredulous claws

To examine every piece

Your eyes  became black and jaded

By only what you wanted to see of me

Deforming

Any good that could be

Into monstrous ghosts

You’ve already seen

Claiming your hands were made of healing

Instead of the sharp weapons

Proclaiming

eradicate everything

Prodding every caring breath I could exhale before

I could say a thing

Instead of holding a fragile

Scared, sacred treasure

Like the heart of another

Isn’t fragility

In a fleshly

Beating

Patron

Giving you a gift

Of eternity

Since you want to shatter

My last remaining pieces

Like a scientist

Experimenting

On the snafued being

Then,

I’ll recover all the remains

bind them in gold ribbon

And return to a shelf

Until softer hands

Want to pick them up

From the scattered,

Charred

Desolation you created

In front of me.

Words: M(e.)

Humble offering: AurelienS