Cherry Blossoms Float;
Cherry blossoms float;
Flurries of delicate snow
in the heart of spring
More Posts from Moonlitmirror and Others
You walk with stars on your feet
trailing glory in your waking path
rosy fingers grazing smokey clouds to meet
the dawning skies above
I know I'm turning ugly
A turpentine tree trunk
Twisted as the shadows
Lengthen and silhouettes
Soften, someone show me
How to make anything but
A fist— I bruise, I burn, I
Hold on to everything
That wants to let me go
I am growing stunted with
The skillet slant of the sun
Playing hide-and-seek
I have lost or I am losing
And the ink in my veins
Falls in splotches insensible
In this eternal, internal rain
I have a mouth made for
Despair, I have learned to
Chew the air before my
Weary lungs can swallow
Portrait of María Hahn - Raimundo de Madrazo y Garreta
I seek a truth only a breadth away from mine
Richard Hugo, Essay on Poetic Theory: The Triggering Town
Fallen angels are only humans in disguise, reincarnated to follow a new purpose - heal others in order to heal yourself.
When the people you are closest to, who may even know you more than you know yourself, call you fearless and strong when you start doubting yourself, it makes you realise that there is a whole part of yourself that only others see and believe in. And maybe you could start believing in that too.
I am more a fool for thinking, wiser for feeling, as if my head had ever the chance of hiding this from me
jokes about english teachers overanalyzing books have done detrimental damage to society
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Historian, writer, and poet | proofreader and tarot card lover | Virgo and INTJ | dyspraxic and hypermobile | You'll find my poetry and other creative outlets stored here. Read my Substack newsletter Hidden Within These Walls. Copyright © 2016 Ruth Karan.
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