i wanted to create something.
dreams. that were accessible
for people to take and to keep.
a piece to carry with them,
something that they could
touch, taste, hold, cherish.
something beautiful
that can be shared.
it is a fear of something,
of anything,
of everything.
we wake up with fear.
fear walks under our skin
and slips through our body
like a snake.
you are fragile like
a sheet of air.
imperfect, mortal daughter of men
fright, the madness of the blind,
the rag of the wind,
the muzzle of cold,
the knife of silence,
the stoning river.
a viper with a child,
the agony of an ox,
a witch on fire,
a stained rose.
if more people valued home,
if more people followed their childhood dreams,
if more people could sit and be,
the world would be a merrier place
i believe.
eventually,
they all go,
one by one,
like paper boats
in a downpour
towards a drain.
along the gutter
they float,
effortlessly.
until they
disappear.
and you wonder
why they went
like that, and
what you did
so wrong.
inside of nowhere
i stood, wandering
whilst wondering what
it would be like to
stand amongst friends
and whether i even had
any. feeling more alone
in a crowded bar than
sitting by myself in my
armchair watching the
birds and feeling the
morning chill on my skin.
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behold the sea of absence,
behold the sea of centuries,
my blood kneeling on a
sunken tree,
and the arm of my anguish
pouring out into the
warm air.
i am, i am not.
i have been nothing more
than an empty place,
a place where my body and
your delirium suddenly
arrive and a muffled
voice that learns us
as a punishment.
lady of light,
i command you,
i beg you,
hear me speak with unvoice,
hear what i have unsaid,
with this love i love you,
with this i curse you,
the knife in my back,
broken.
THE LONELY WHITE WOLF 