#brokensoulsreborn
* golden thread *
longing,
a tortuous ache -
penetrating pain which reminds me that you are in my bones.
from the first hello, a golden thread appeared. a fire ignited deeply into my blood stream. electric bites under my skin.
euphoric drums banging in my chest, echoing your pulses
feet leaving surfaced land, as we dive freely into the abyss.
your hand in mine is when I realized,
that my soul knew your soul lifetimes ago.
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* soul - tangled *
the creep of longing felt so deeply in my bones
exhaling
clinging to you
releasing all scars
allowing beauty to swallow pain
right here, you’re so close
breathing in my heartbeat
wrapping your soul around me
going deeper
tangled
whispered touches kiss flesh
calm and fire collide
a balance of desire and serenity
engulfing flames as healing waters crash over again and again
in those secret hours,
between the sun and the moon
refuge is found
because of your existence,
do I know love
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* tattooed ache *
I feel your heart
inside my own
pulsing
consistently breathing me back
to life
peace fills me
as I melt into your calm
bare
naked, exposed
I am before you
my layers and skin unravel
in ribbons at your feet
unknown worlds cradled in hands
your song tattooed upon my soul
tasting tears, swallowing laughter
loving in ache
you,
you, my love
you are everything
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* savage *
moonlit tangled sheets
stardust sprinkled
across pillowed dreams
eyes locking my wants to your fervent desire
pulling you into this insatiable reverie
swallowing euphoria
just by inhaling the scent of drunken lustful lips
clenched thighs-throbbing need
beckons bite marks
to commit
the most outrageous sin on your flesh
run your tongue up my soul
bend until we break
licking portions back together
boundaries pushed
and raw rapture exposed
head spinning dizzy
savagely
consuming you whole
until you
only remember my name
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* falling *
your words
dance under my skin
like a prayer and a curse
parting holy waters and feeding fire
my addiction and my cure
the ache in bones
emerge
encased in safety
like a gentle collision
the careful surrounding parchment walls
fall,
disintegrating upon the forest floors
making beauty out of the shadows
the waking universe falls away
as we delve and fly deep into nothing and everything at once
brimming in destiny
love pulsing beyond our worlds
riding upon every unknown wave
finding adventure in uncertainties
only knowing
I would rather fall with you in the dark
than see the honey coated stars
with anyone else
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* wrapped *
I’m wrapped in your fiery ache
loving you in light and darkness,
as the sun loves the stars and crystal moon
enveloping whispers
between the shadows and the realm of the illuminating soul
sheathed flesh
revealed
quaking upon insatiable phantoms
howling with endless craving
pulsing through my chest
each throb vanquished
in plea of you
deep entangling deep
flowing serene waters
I’ll drink from your cup
and swallow the entire ocean
if I shall drown, let it be from the honey
which drips from your tongue
I will come up for breath in the taste
of your mouth
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* a poet *
loving a poet can bring forth
moments of ultimate euphoria,
as well as pain that you feel
into the depths of your core
poet is the religion and the muse the deity
for the muse,
you ache, you please, you desire
while on bended knee
you break
passion consumes
thoughts overflow into words
beauty and pain are seen deeply through the
mind’s eye,and even more potent
in the depths of the soul
when a poet loves,
every pulse of the heart will cascade
that love will be made immortal
by the power of words
flesh touched by ink stained hands
making love by the song in which your love created
the melody of words imprinted upon the heart
the lyrics tattooed upon
every inch, every crevasse of the skin
your love becomes a poem
etched under the layers
the memory lingering
long after both hearts depart
your poem is forever aching
under that fine lining burning through
your veins
a poet has a restless heart
say nothing for hours
and never at complete peace
a continuous search within
never completely satisfied
words overflow onto paper
yet there is never a full understanding settled
the mind races, the heart aches
the soul longs
many emotions are never spoken
yet every truth of thought
flows with fluidity through the ink
loving a poet
is to live constantly on the edge of darkness
but forever, in the light
of beauty
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* music box *
notes floating
melodically
from a measureless distance
calling unto me
euphoric vibrations
trembling my core
soft hums echoing so distinctly
into my deepest chambers
somberly carrying a symphonic euphony
captivating the realms of my heart
the truth of my soul
drawn upon these chords
a resonance of angelic whispers
in which only I can hear
in which only I can feel
removing death, beckoning me to life
a luminous reflection
upon the slowly opening lid
beholding flawless beauty as
magnetic strings effortlessly entangle
such a harmonious sound
of ardent lullabies
fully embraced
within the sacred
music box
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* ethereal *
the darkened honeyed sky
brings your scent to me
a collision of hot and cold
trickling down my spine
as the starlit winds cover me in your heightened pulses
deeply felt melodies
coursing through my veins
melting me into you
I cling to the ethereal rivers
a unison surrender
enraptured
betraying all urgency
descending
I taste every secret, as you cradle every dream
caressing unknown layers
engulfed in tender luminous
you own
the deepest portions of me
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* shift *
the air shifts as we drown in the night winds
the stars dance through your window
moving
I press in closer
wrapping around you
I feel your breath leave slow and shallow at the edge of sleep
knowing your pulses before your heart beats
I lightly kiss the fluttering of your eyelids,
as I slowly trace the fullness of your lips
inhaling all things you
feeling you in my bloodstream
loving you whole
never breathing you out
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* voracious *
my mind is wrapped around your tongue
desiring the taste of you
I’m in so deep
my entire being stays in the space between here and there
eyes closed, head tipped back and my chest full of ache.
the fire of bones
carrying words
crawling across, teasing skin
collapsing walls
creeping into the bloodstream
coursing through veins
charging through fast enough-filling the heart- before it can empty
swelling and bursting
the blood so deafening
I can’t hear a damn thing,
but everything that falls from your lips
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Pic credit - Steve K.
* submerge *
I have fallen into your waters
stars behind my eyes
your words pulling me into a serene lull
enveloped around each layering current
your lungs cradle my breath
as your heart pulses through my veins
all in
drowning slowly
toes never reaching the ocean floor
inhaling liberation
eyes wide open
keep me embraced
in your waves
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* cover *
in an instant you spread through me like wildfire
as my face lay restless upon your clavicle
a creep of longing tumbles across my neck and back
wrapping limbs
pulling in close
now tighter
heated skin from the pressure building
feral and teeming
a calm hurricane
a whispered voice nuzzling my ear
dancing through me,
spinning waltzes in my veins
breath suddenly feeling far too heavy to catch
you see me on purpose, through my skin
bare bones
you are the kind of love that soaks you
pulling you apart from the inside
crashing and ravaging
yet tender and soothing
fingers wrapped in tendrils of loose hair
I find refuge here, in your embrace
you are the light that breaks through
when you come out of the shadows
please, keep me covered
only with you
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* immerse *
the clouds slowly cover the moon
the faded light seeps through the dark sky
the wind blows, howls, chants
eyes closed - heart racing
I feel you
breathing me in
I taste you like thunder
scorched gums
swallowing lightning
throbbing into my netherworlds
as the plea of you rolls off my tongue
this storm is brewing
debris of turmoil stirring
head- spinning out of control
you reach for me
wrapping me in your blanket of tenderness
covering me in your calm
I feel safe, so safe
please
keep me hidden
right there
in your soaked embrace
© ScriptedSilence. All rights reserved
*Inhalation*
words find me in
the dark
reaching like a beacon of light
drawing me in
moth to a flame
pulled
I surrender to your warmth
deep inside
beneath my skin
the chemical of you flows
fiery droplets
licking lips
tasting contradictions
caressing intensity slowly
forehead to forehead
eyes flutter shut
electrifying bolts up the spine
knees buckle
pressing closer
needing closer
your oceans fill my lungs
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Lost
I think we’re lost
Lost in our heads
Lost in translation
Lost in these streets
We hustle through day after day
Make some friends along the way
But we stay lost within ourselves
Who has their life mapped out?
Aren’t we all just floating around?
How are we supposed to plan ahead
When anxiety lives rent-free in our head
May I follow in your footsteps, or do you want to try walking in my shoes?
Wherever we go, our fears will always follow
We were lost and never found
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We are not alone
As long as the moon keeps us company at sleepless nights
And the rustling leaves whisper our names
While the wind caresses our skin
We are not alone
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Limbs longing
It was limbs’ longing to entwine
To entwine until they lose track of which body they belong to
It was the heart’s longing to love
To love passionately and wholeheartedly
It was a hand’s longing to touch
To hold fingers tightly in the palm
It was the mind’s longing to think
To think about every moment spent together
It was the mouth’s longing to talk
To talk about everything and nothing at all
It was longing
To love and be loved
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I wrote this poem for the official third Escapril prompt limbs. It was weird to write about a romantic couple in such a depersonalized way, but I’ve tried something new. I hope you like it! Oh, also happy asexual visibility day!
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My sister had her last baby today. She waited the whole nine months to find out the gender, much to my mother’s dismay. I bought her baby clothes that were grays and blues and greens, not caring about who it would be. Love can always be felt for others, even at nine months away.
As a half-assed writer, I have to think about my sister when she had my niece 8 years ago. She was living in our parents house and dealing with the awful reality of a man that wasn’t ready to be a father, and parents that still weren’t ready to be parents. I remember being 13 and so afraid for her, going to the library at lunch and reading up on affordable housing and food stamps and child birth. I wrote her thousands of notes with words of encouragement before she went to work everyday. It was always like that between she and I, taking care of each other in our own ways.
Our mother was checked out back then, so my sister made it her own job. She taught me how to tie my shoes and make myself breakfast. She showed me how style my hair and my favorite Maroon 5 songs. She was rebellious and I wanted to be her so badly. The “I love you’s” came easy. We were each other’s first example of unconditional love.
I’m 22 now and she’s 30. We’ve grown up in separate ways and things aren’t as black and white as they used to be. She’s got her own little family and a peace about her that’s unfamiliar. I’m just starting to figure out my own worth and place in this universe. A few months back, she told me that she knew she wanted to be a mom when I was born. She said that I always told her that she was special and that she was beautiful, and even on the bad days, she kept going for me and our other siblings. I’d never known that until now.
My sister had her last baby today. I feel complete in knowing that I was her first.
to Alyssa, the best mom I’ve known // hnl 2020