The present only exists for a single second. Everything prior is immediately the past, and everything further belongs to the future. But that's time... fleeting and relentless. Placing timelines on moments the second they've begun.
Tag: Poetry
Thorns
Thoughts become embedded into my brain like thorns. They bury their sharp edges deep into the vulnerable seams of my subconscious, silently smirking at their inability to be removed. And they remain there, dormant in wait... Until my mind again begins to stir.
Haven
The words we whisper become loud behind closed doors. The walls ignorant to the heat behind our tongues... and the gasps between our breaths.
At Rest
Within my skull lies a graveyard of those I've entombed. Locked away in the darkness, they'll never be exhumed. For I am the one now resting in peace. Far less complacent and bearing my teeth.
Carrots
You use words as carrots to dangle in front of my face, But my memory recalls that they hide a bitter taste. All your tricks and temptations fly as red flags in my mind, So I will not entertain a relationship that's been fucked so many times.
Lingering
The scent of you lingers between each strand of my tousled blonde hair... It clings to me faintly and embraces me softly as if you are still right there.
Loud
My head is loud... It never stops, It never quiets. It only screams, It only riots. It's against serenity, It's against contentment. It wants anxiety, It wants resentment. My head is loud. My mind is angry. My ears are deafened. My eyes stare blankly.
Pretenses
I didn't fall in love with him,
I fell in love with his potential.
I romanticized his possibilities,
instead of what was evidential.
I fell in love with who he could be,
but not for who he actually was.
I bargained with empty promises,
for the false pretenses of love.
Unwanted
You don't get to decide when you become unwanted by someone... That's not a choice you get to make. You're just left there alone outside a door swiftly slammed shut... That you'd once been able to take.
Returned
You gave me back the stars
that were doomed in my memory.
The constellations which had
left an acrid taste in mouth
now taste sweet.
The bitterness of their
sacred names swiftly dissipating
from my sullen tongue.
AO Poetry 
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