The Locks Have Always Been the Same

I waited for you to come homeI stood there; arms stretched outstraining my cuffs at the joints,waiting for gravity to leech into your marrowfrom gorging yourself on the milk from my orchard of fruitless anticipations.I dissected and bred my faith’s primal instincts to believe that you would fall helplessinto the scents that called you familiar.Tension…

The Cathedral

Strength hides where where one refuses to seek. #wisdom #thoughts

Black Bird

Flying free despite everything.
#poetry #creativewriting

Fairy

Finding your way.

Your Lips

It’s like saying “**** you, you magnificent creature!” #lovepoem