advice on love
don’t!
advice on feel
touch
advice on hearing
shhh
advice on seeing
look
advice on living
laugh
advice on dying
live
advice on fear
face
advice on tolerance
mirror
advice on creativity
imagine
advice on faith
leap
advice on passion
revel
advice on pain
embrace
advice on pleasure
moderation
advice on vices
subtract
advice on mind
change
advice on love
Do!
Mercy
Omens
wolf
howling in the distance
conceding an omen
a pile of bones
left in my closet
I’m sending to storage
pandemics,
paradoxes,
and paranormal portraits
swinging
on my leaning walls
coming in and out of focus
secrets
being whispered within the wind
’til I feel the breeze
life forces
life pushes
me down to my knees
only for me to understand
something deeper
than the height at which I stand
Sacrifice
sacrifice
why must one lose
for another to win
why must one choose
as if only one can win
why can’t sacrifice
be a celebration of options
where we both can win
and compliment each other in and ’til, the end?
Dear Diary,
how do you court a ghost, phantom, angel, goddess, or spirit?
with patience, surrender, or relentless perseverance?
don’t answer that, you’ll be giving up secrets you don’t want to offer up…because you may lie within one of them…some mysteries are better kept unknown, though it makes seeking pointless, but I guess that all falls beneath or within the forbidden sky…wondering if I’ll ever be granted entrance or just be a gatekeeper, too chaotic to exist in such a calm
night time, I’m literally that lone wolf, enthralled with the moon, purging out everything I am and have absorbed that day, emptying myself for a new morrow
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I felt your fingers from beyond
imagine my surprise
the only touch my spirit called for
and in the midst of my darkest hour
I felt you
reaching me
balancing me
guiding me
back to what was once light
and I can’t even begin to tell you
how it felt
the familiar feeling of ‘forever’
but I know it was you
Thank You.
A Moment of Darkness
there’s a nefarious cloud
hovering
its dark, carnivorous dominion
fangs oozing black, thick syrupy liquid
forming into malevolent bodies of darkness
cloaking and devouring any source of light-
that was once my hope-
I only cling to you
although you escape my vision
your image lingers like nostalgia,
in my mind’s eye
only solace is captured
because your distance alludes my ego’s grip
but not my faith
your spirit acting as a net
saving me from a deeper plummet
into the abyss
kingdom of the unknown,
and fear
however improbable,
still I rest
with a heightened courage
complimenting me like a partners warmth
knowing you’ll be there
still
until light reigns once again
shinning upon us both
while
illuminating the path we trek
because darkness
was only ever
a moment
but you
and I,
eternal