“The artist painted murals on your claws. The musician used them to pluck a beautiful song. The storyteller shaped them into a perfect arch. And so I reached for you. And when you sank straight into my skin, I let you in. Now every night, I am pulling splinters. Dressing wounds that don’t stay closed. There’s no beauty in the bleeding. But no universe where I wouldn’t have reached for you. I needed to know.”— Claws, V.P.
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I want to share the good moments,
and rejoice in the rare moments
where my heart is not shattering
and my mind is not racing,
with you.
I want to share the bad moments,
even the ones that churn my insides
and make me feel like broken glass
because that is where I pick myself up
and you are there to cheer me on.
I want to share even the mediocre moments
where even the slightest observation
of the tint to your hair
or how my heart sings
when I am by your side,
those are also happy melodies
when I’m with you.
I live in the streets. Stride with the crowd, sing the loneliness reflected in their eyes. Spend the day in coffee shops. Writing poems out of bottled teardrops. At night, I linger in the sidewalks to watch strangers exchange empty phrases. In between these sullen places,my heart yearns for a moment of escape. So I run. Run as fast as the wind. Back to the heart that housed me those long nights of weeping.
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-a nomad in love, katie
this silence that speaks
silken soft
tangible, like a chord between us
it wraps around us in thick, dark coils
stretching and turning
drawing us closer
and then, releasing us
ever-so-gently
into each other’s eyes.these unsaid words that pour
make poetry of our reverberating being
from my tongue to yours
into a kiss that makes us tremble more
seduces
and holds us captive in our imagination
as we grow drunk on dawn verses.© SoulReserve 2020
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“There is no better time than the autumn to begin forgetting the things that trouble us, allowing them to fall away like dried leaves.”— Paulo Coelho
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Sometimes, I forget that while on this journey through life, I’m allowed to rest. So, I stopped. Took a deep breath. Observed the atmosphere. Embraced what I was feeling. Appreciated the beautiful view and functioning things around me. Then, when I was ready…I began, again.
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“To have been able to be your safe harbor, to have been able to keep you warm, to have been able to know you, to have been able to slow down time with you, and speak, and touch, if only for a limited amount of time, darling that was a privilege, and still, I keep memories of you warm, by the furnace in my heart, where they are untouchable by the outside world. I don’t speak about these things, I don’t speak about you, nor about how beautiful you were when you laughed at sunset, for these images are too sacred to exist as anything other than a secret shared between the two of us, and it is evidence of magic.”— V.I.P.P.// softness; I hope you always smile so sweetly, and I hope that you never lose your childlike curiosity.
If I keep it upstairs, there’s a chance I can make it.
If I lock it up tight, I’ll survive.
If I nail shut the door and ignore the whole floor,
somehow maybe I can stay alive.
Once I’ve trapped it, who knows what’ll happen?
If it panics, everything may collapse.
If it cries through the night, try hard as I might,
slowly it’ll seep through the cracks.
If it gets out how fast will it find me?
If I hide will it follow my scent?
If I face it directly, adjust myself correctly,
can I somehow prevent full decent.
-Christian Fett (@christian-fett)
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