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Damp Under Drought

there we sat

consuming the same air

 

we cracked open our barriers

safety nets

and funneled old familiarity into each other

to stifle the violent silence.

 

a look I once knew as home

is now something new to discover

and though we rest in different beds

I acknowledge the walk we took together

to become who we are

separate entities

feeding off shared experience.

 

we split apart and

snapped our vessels

so that we can cultivate

our own lives.

 

and that is fine with me.

 

attach yourself to the sticky surface of the water

where we once stood to warm our feet

let it be a net and not an anchor

 

let us arrange the slides

the photographs of our new journeys apart

so that we may present them

in a solitary room

plush air and humming static

and feel proud

in place of discomfort.

 

we shared time and carved trails

to hoist ourselves into

the skin of who we ought to be

and I thank you.

michaellottner:

as ink steps over
from pen to page
my window shows the path
no more than
a few dust
ridden steps
to the west

and i’m free
from your hands

as i pack my bags
i’m leaving
for good

flip through my
notebook
every precious thought
in between lines and
bindings

i could never leave it behind
and in every word
i have hidden all of you

i could never leave my words behind
and so
no matter if i cross state lines
into valleys or crags or
mountains covered in pines

you are a part of me
that i can never let go
.

One of my favorites of yours

Breath gives body

you committed the time to rework every emotion i have

to spoon compassion into the dehydrated cracks of my linework

to shake the tunnel of your throat and produce sounds

that lower the ragged edges on my skin

and coax light into my eyes

to see the world like glass

reflecting every piece of matter

in a visceral showcase.

 

the breath of another living entity

soaks its energy into my hands

to tie strange shapes into vessels

that gives body to shapeless thought.

Fall From the Linework

confirming you’re there

i release tension from every nerve in my hand

to rest onto your back

and glide over the dip that found its way closest to your spine

the parent to your fluid nerves

that taught you to stretch your body

as tall as skyscrapers

while acknowledging the fertile garden

your foundation is planted into.

 

i break my tension and fall into

the dip of your back

to reconfigure my foundation

richieblackshaw:

caseythecat New York City

Downtown wanderer

richieblackshaw:

caseythecat New York City

Downtown wanderer

richieblackshaw:

Freedom Tower

richieblackshaw:

Freedom Tower

Innocence cannot comprehend corruption

the last thing she saw was a radiant light

it was beautiful and jarring

and it was met by a noise

that bellowed throughout every vein she had

 

she examined every stimuli

and balanced ash on her fingers

and thought of her mother’s smile

and tasted iron in the air.

 

her body did not feel the same

she did not feel small anymore

the outline of her frame shattered

all familiarity with her limbs spilled onto the ground.

 

her eyes lost color

she thought she was dreaming

and that snowflakes fell into her eyes

which was why she felt cold

 

she dreamed of clocks dropped into honey

she felt time was stuck

and that she was in control

and was bending her reality

 

she saw a tall and dark man

and she thought it was a god

who blessed her with these powers

and asked why

 

suddenly, she felt as if she were melting

and her eyes became singed

so she undressed herself from her skin and bones

and followed a radiant light in the sky

so she could see her mother’s smile.

Note:

"I wrote this as a response to the Gaza raids and the intolerable action of taking a child’s life for the purpose of some sort of religious war. I wanted to capture the innocence of every child lost and how these children cannot grasp the initiative and execution of this mindless slaughter. I keep the suffering families in my heart and wish to see the end to this dark time"

Life is too short to spend it at war with yourself.
american-fauxpas:

This is one of the most magnificent shots of lightning I’ve ever seen.
Storms have always had a strange effect on my psyche; I feel nothing but a state of tranquility when rain and wind are crashing against me.

american-fauxpas:

This is one of the most magnificent shots of lightning I’ve ever seen.

Storms have always had a strange effect on my psyche; I feel nothing but a state of tranquility when rain and wind are crashing against me.

(Source: stunningpicture)