Light and Slow Spinning

Escape

Uneasy in life
A heart made slippery,
Escape artist from a wooden birdcage,
Wings all encompassing
But not enough to truly liberate.



And the funny thing is, my heart became light once again after I had written this

Warm

I read number three, recognition bloomed and my heart stopped.
My heart is there, laid bare, like it's always wished to be.
Warmth between my ears and in my throat and throughout my ribcage, even though today has been so cold.

Sunrise

I can't really see

I am good at removing myself from the equation, but that is only a small fraction of what it takes to live and love and learn and grow.
What am I in the equation?

Clear-ish thoughts in a dark green car

Eyes turned within to
A heart heavy and despondent

My core,
A vast, dark, tepid pool of black water

Apathy is the name of today.

The world feels like it's unraveling,
Backing us into a corner,
No room, no room, no room at the inn

I write poetry to bring my heart to a slanting sort of truth,
I cannot look directly at my own feelings,
Nor can I tell them directly to others.
When I try,
My thoughts begin organized,
And then I open my mouth
And spin myself in circles.

I was made for telepathy,
But I have yet to find it;
I came before the egg,
I am writing before reading.
I am half of a broken whole.

This record of me,
These traces left
In time and light

Mostly because I can't save photos to my 'pod because I'm all out of room.

I didn't lace them the same because I couldn't remember how I did it the first time...

Sunset

Torthadiel said I should, and I agree and it's beautiful so there ya go :)