hands are cold but feet unmoving, watching magic in the night
I didn’t mean to say it in my head and I didn’t mean to whisper it at night
it’s nearly night, frost creeping in on silent feet
it’s the song of night that draws me in
at night, when I’m alone, I look up and I can see the stars
a lantern far away glimmers and I can run away into the night
take me to a place in the middle of the night when the stars shine brighter as the sky turns slowly lighter
in the coolness of the night, send the shadows into flight
But as I’m walking forward, I’m walking into the night
in the heartland, where the night creeps in solemnly
you bought tomorrow and banished the night
if I ever think about you at night, if I whisper your name so soft
make a little more color in a lightened up night
and the night was upon us as the dark came creeping in, do you remember?
sometimes I dread the night, and feel so bitter
if the night can hold my hand and if the shadows are my friends I guess I’m alright
I can’t see the moon against the brightness of night
waiting for the light to untie night’s strings and the sky to come undone
the night was ebbing in and out like the sea
I am the power, I am the night
the past that haunts and fears that slide around in the back of my brain at night
like the closing of a story, the night rolls across the page
which is more lovely, the night or the day?
late night hurting, fever’s chill, I want a word, I need a will
let me stich your constellations onto the quilt of my night sky
“Anything with the power to make you laugh over thirty years later isn’t a waste of time. I think something like that is very close to immortality.”
— Stephen King, Hearts in Atlantis
(hears a song lyric) this would make a great all-lower case fanfiction title
- Stendhal, The Red and the Black
For a second or two
Sometimes I fall in love with strangers,
For a second or two or some more.
Not for the thrill or dangers,
For the kindness, simplicity, and whatnots.
That someone on a park bench
Petting a random dog,
And then someone by the swing
Helping a kid back to her feet.
That someone at the next table
Smiling genuinely at the waiter,
And then someone at the handwash
Holding the door for an old woman.
I fall in love with strangers,
A second for how they look,
Two for their generous smile,
And some more for the random act of kindness.
The universe conspires you around such strangers
At that particular point in time out of all.
Because kindness conjures love.
Even if it's from a stranger.
A stranger,
Who will stop what they're doing
To fall in love with you.
For a second or two or some more.
“You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy.”
— C. JoyBell C.
It's been a few minutes,
My head on your shoulder, your arm around me
Neither of us utters a word.
What are you thinking?
You ask, breaking the silence.
I'm thinking,
About the day we finally accepted how we felt,
And then the world tilted, the hourglass turned,
How every day we're slipping away, gradually
One sand grain at a time.
I'm thinking,
How unfortunate it is that our fate's already written
That we were to be like parallel lines
Destined to be together
But not with each other.
I'm thinking,
How long are we going to take it, one day at a time?
One call, one heart emoji, one I miss you at a time.
Like a recovering addict,
Each day takes us twelve steps away from each other.
I'm thinking,
How the time we are together is snowglobe moments.
How we are confined to only a moment in time.
While the world around us moves on and on.
And we relive one perfect yet fragile moment.
I'm thinking,
How we belong to each other today,
For now.
How wonderful it'll be if the world ends today.
While you are mine and I'm yours.
So I don't have to see tomorrow.
When the hourglass is finally empty
When either of the parallel lines ends.
When we are so apart that we stand out of sight
When the snow globe falls to the floor, waking us up.
Instead,
I try to come back to that second,
To your voice, eyes, and presence,
Instead, I say,
I'm thinking about getting ice cream.
We save the most intense conversations
For the crowded train rides back home.
Not the same home. Not now. Not ever.
We stand in between the bustling crowd,
Look out the window and avoid each other's eyes
You hum under your breath, and I pretend I didn't hear it
We talk about the day in moments.
Ones that made us laugh, ones that felt grateful,
And then about the ones we didn't think the other would notice.
That brings a smile to your face,
So I crack open my otherwise dark heart just a little.
To let that light inside. You smile again, and I break again.
I tell you things I wouldn't tell you when we're alone
In the silence of an empty road where you can hear my voice break
So I find comfort in the crowd muffling out my pain.
The train stops, and you forget it's time.
It's time for you to get down, that it's time for us to reset.
We hug, you get down, and I watch you walk away.
One of these days will be our final train ride like this
Where we talk about us.
And we'll get down, go home. Not the same. Not ever.
But maybe one that's just as loved.
hidden conversations
We fell in love from the shadows
professing love through radiowaves
kissing pixelated lips
and whispered longings from under blankets
What are you wearing you ask, heaving.
Insecurities he gave me,
burns, scabs that I still pick at.
You don't flinch. You don't back down
Let me. Is all you say.
and I do.
closer than I've ever come to myself.
You take them down one by one.
And tie my hands with the softest of knots
When I try to beat myself up.
You say words I want to hear
But also the words I need to hear.
When I say
hold me and I'll break, hold me or I'll break
So you held me against you and said
I've got you and you've got me.
An anchor and a promise.
That's when I knew I've always loved you.
And I realize
I'm not walking a tightrope anymore.
I'm not walking anymore.
I don't have to walk.
Because I'm here. I'm home.
Man just went from this.....
To this !!!!
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