And when the night falls, and darkness lays beside me, I don't want to fall in love, I want to be in your arms and forgotten as the mist touches the hills...................
everytimeyousaygoodbye ©
summer’s end scrapes me up
You storm away without a backward glance
only troubled minds seek paradise
an escape to a better world
far from circumstance
you whisper to yourself at night
clearing tear-tracked eyes, a haunted sight
I see you now through the mirror glass
cursing what blocks your well-trodden path
There are roses in your cheeks
and violets in your eyes --
all devotion to the setting skies
Black foggy mountains
bow beneath the legacy
of a golden sun
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
[text ID: We cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever. We must stand up and move on to the next action.]
Hold me over a rainbow
Hold me over the tearful seas
Hear the blackbird calling
Calling through the breeze
I thought jewelweed pods were fairy peas and I picked them carefully so they would not pop and spoil my gift. I laid them carefully on leaf platters, along with berries my mother told me not to eat and colorful flower petals. A perfect feast. I had a stone circle built, a fairy circle, a castle, an altar, and there I left my offerings. Sometimes I wanted a wish in return. Sometimes I needed the fae to remember that I knew how to take care of my own kind.
The children yearn for the archives
Strained and wanting
I simmer below the surface,
a thousand pieces of light
stretched thin and glaring
piece together my skin,
thoughts rumbling through
troubled waters, fine lines
and wasted moments,
preoccupied with nothing
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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