Lingering Flame

Its so hard to let go.

I'm not sure if I'd call it a passion, but this outlet is like a candle in my drawer. Mostly forgotten, it sits in the dark holding itself in but when rekindles, the wick burns bright and its scents envelops me and consumes the air I breathe.

I will resume.

        

Its funny how you can change so much and still believe your words from years ago.

In retrospect, I forgot where this all started...

Smile when no one is looking,

for yourself,
nobody else ♥

Trauma

There's a biting chill in the air.
Flickers of shadows taunt the pavement.
Your in-drawn breath shushes the night.

Ba-doom.
Ba-doom.

The thudding of your heart becomes a pounding in your head
Is that a set of footsteps falling into place behind you?
An involuntary shiver leads to a misstep.

Crack.

The snap of a twig amplified in the crisp air sends the flutter of menacing raven wings a-flapping skyward. The silence so poignant that your heel clicks echo upwards toward the darkened heavens.

Faster.
Your pace needs to be faster.
Walk faster.
Almost there. Get the keys out. Now. Dammit don't fumble. Got it.

Three more steps. Just three more, turn the lock, step in, lock the doors and key in ignition.
Click. Clack. Click.
Click.
Click.

A movement in the rear mirror catches your peripheral.
Shit.

Once in a Blue Moon

Erdalito

Sigh.
I had one of those days today.
Those days when life just sucks.

I'm not saying that everything went wrong.
I still had some bright moments.
Moments which, on any other day would warrant an ear to ear grin from morning til night.

But there was just too much doom and gloom hovering above my head to truly appreciate them today.
And when I got home, I was just...frustrated. And exasperated.
I just wanted to sink to the floor and cry because I felt like I was drowning.

It will pass. And I look forward to that (:

In Time.

Taken from Trickery

Spoken, words alone no longer move me.
I am not young, not so easily tempted by surging waves of emotion
I now know that these tempest do pass.

Solitude, the idea no longer scares me.
I am strong, silent horizons with absent shores do not phase me
I am enough to be my own company.

Stirring, sometime I still feel a flutter.
In those moments of weakness, I still wish for the excitement of a devoted passion or a star-crossed destiny.
In those moments, I remind myself

I am not a slave to my heart but a believer in the strength of a rational mind.

Frostbite.

Alex Hubert

The damp pillow clings to the cheek

Heavy, the swollen lids struggle

Blink away the dewdrops stuck between the lashes

Fight each drop that trickles down

Leaving a chilling trail,

An invisible cold stain.

Bit,

By bit,

Frostbite sets into the heart.

Resurfacing.

Lisa M.

How many people can we be?

How many faces can we wear?
How many skins need be shedded before our true colours emerge?

Are we the simple, purehearted child from once upon a time,

or the callous exterior that glares witheringly at our enemies?

The mirror is cracked and disjointed.

Each shard shows another reality true.

Conflicting, overwhelming.

I cannot be both I and me.

Years Gone By

Half an hour away from the beginning of the end of my teens!

There are two days in a year that make me particularly happy - New Years and my Birthday. Birthdays are personalized New Year's Days.

In my head, they are both the space that follows a full stop.

The pause in which you glance back over at the many a sentence, comma and full stop that preceded it.

But also the pause in which there is the possibility for any capital letter to follow.

You know something remarkable is coming, and it could be anything.

And the anticipation is killing me.