Do You Know, Who You Are?
do you know, who you are?
I’m still wondering, wide awake, at dawn
you were here, now you're gone
I'm still all alone, wondering what you lost
-s’s.
More Posts from Safiresyrup and Others
you always come with the bad news
I always wonder if you had to
The bad news is
I never will
bereave these nights
so slow and lowly
wandering mind
learns about the things you hide
-s’s.
I’ll never have time to kill. I never wanted to
but you must do
i guess i should stay and never come out
and wait for the gold to explode
because time is winding in now
the fish hooks look in tides for something
i wish i was just finely thinned out
into nothing
-s's.
why should I jail myself
for something that you’ve done
what do the heart of hearts
say about girls who die unsung
an orchestra of stars
the strings start tuning. the
notes dance in disarray until
they find their rhythm, and i
raise my hands to direct the
stars that blink in unison.
~K.T.
I don’t think I know
anything at all
I think I have a fireball heart
-s’s.
Forest Speaks
what is it and
how is it going to happen?
I don't recall, being all that I want
You swing and fall off the trees
I'm just a small world, holding you in store
I don't want more fern, when I have you
Listening to a sound I could never make
and crying loud, and staying awake
I never have to leave myself again
I never have to put you out, again
-s's.
swinger of town
You swing lowland
back to high
Time and time again
unreal for a town that shies away
and prefers the curtains in the saloon not to sway.
Dust-covered;
you will blow it off
luster drives you where you want
Lists Hanging on the wall Were of no use now Because I found a way out
I found a way out
we were a firecracker Nobody dared to watch What dies fast Never is enough
Leap
all I did was leap and miss
I'm this,
retroactive, pining for a sliver of him
golden embroidered
hummingbird pin
-s's.
lampshade July,
lampshade hangs just to remind
Me of days that passed and died
and not one mention of you
ever did survive,
Tragic end or precious guilt,
Whatever wills.
-s’s.
-
vigilantiinkheart liked this · 1 year ago -
fractalsofpoems liked this · 1 year ago -
safiresyrup reblogged this · 1 year ago
