writing – Ink & Embers

Foreign

Who is this? I don’t recognize her words The way she felt is foreign and strange Who was I? I don’t recall these writings Nor the feelings exchanged Sort of like staring at an empty frame. ~A

Addicted

Intoxicating. Breathtakingly smooth Like whiskey with no burn. Not a drug in the world could grip me like you do Fully addicted, with no want to return Itching to curb the craving. ~A

You

I wished for you. On every star in the sky On every dandelion seed I let fly On every birthday candle’s light I wished… for you. ~A

Home

I’ve touched thousands of hands Heard thousands more voices And not a single touch felt like fire in my veins Nor a single voice, sound like coming home Until you.

The feeling of despair Like swallowing darkness that lingers and pools deep within your body The kind of pitch black you only find in the far corner of the room, Wondering what might be staring back With a weight so heavy you can’t bear it But impossible to release. That voice echoing that you areContinue reading “Despair”

Distance

There will come a day when the aching stops It won’t leave forever I’ll still feel it when I can’t see But at least it won’t be constant and inescapably present

Never

There will never be enough, Love Beauty Laughter. There will never be enough, to be too much.

A peek

I catch glimpses from time to time I feel it, some days, rushing towards me with every breath Sometimes I don’t feel it at all, and I wonder if it left But just when I feel hopeless and lost Am I granted a peek at my life I’ve yet to see

A feather

Falling, A feather descending like stone Waiting for the embrace of the net to envelope me in its vines, To hold me captive in its safety. It never did. A mirage, a belief that was never true A trap, like the illusion of water on hot pavement. As I look around, reaching for anything, IContinue reading “A feather”

Searching

I searched for it like an addict, In closets and dark corners, Under beds and in cabinets, When I should have been looking in comfort, Like blankets and coffee, The smell of lilacs and roses, I should have searched for it in warmth, Like fire or the sun, The feel of a soft breeze, ratherContinue reading “Searching”