Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
absence/presence - Recorded 04/07/2023 – Auroraboros – Objects, and the Distance Between Them For every threshold crossed, yet another new arises;The falling of the moon beckons the day, just as the dying sun calls her back to rise once more.There is no stone that has forever gone unturned, no sky which has not seen a … Continue reading absence/presence
On these cloudy, overcast days The grey flows down from above like rain Pouring over and seeping deep within All that can be seen From the tallest buildings in the heart of downtown To the fields and trees lining the windswept interstate The mind wanders And with it The unfolding events of the afternoon Stumbling … Continue reading On These Cloudy, Overcast Days
You are so Beautiful Smart Strong Valuable But you are also so Delicate Exposed Vulnerable Hurt Life is hard sometimes It doesn't wait It doesn't care About context About pain About how much you can take Before you break Time Moves forward With Or without us Sometimes It may feel like it moves right through … Continue reading You Are So
Have you listened to the crickets in the nighttime How their delicate notes blend as if emitted from a single body I wish for once we could be as they are Unified if only for a moment If only for a song Have you watched the grass blow softly in the meadow How every blade … Continue reading If Only for a Moment
Moving now From crystal clear to Darkest black Unsure What lies beneath Unsure How to proceed Careful With every motion Word Not to disturb The delicate balance Between The shadows that move underneath And the sunlight that streams Silent Through growing cloud cover Desperate To navigate With precision and patience This restless calm Knowing The … Continue reading From Crystal Clear to Darkest Black
Combing through Remnants Of what was Finding Nothing Wondering If there was ever anything here To begin with Or if this is all Just a lie We tell ourselves That we might close our eyes And have something to forget There is no such thing as the past Now is all that is But now … Continue reading Choice and Trust
This poem is a prompt/response collaboration with Blackbird. To read the prompt she provided, visit Broken Glass (Part One: Prompt) Fragments of the shattered past Draw blood from eager bodies But with the most precise and delicate touch Shards allow Such precious glances Into what has been Not to be held too tightly Lest they … Continue reading Broken Glass (Part Two: Response)
This, the form you see Is not but legacy, No longer bound by Skin and Borders between. Point and glance To extend Beyond my former self, A delicate dance In waves and Tendril touch, To seek out by chance What is; Division erased, You see me here, now But what cannot be seen: True interface. … Continue reading Relic Form/Legacy Matter
Darling, you don't need to say A word Your body says More than words could ever convey When I place my hands on Your shoulders Your calves Your smooth, but sweaty, feet Form disappears Replaced by Conversations In the void Dialogue between Flesh and flesh Guide me Show me the points where The pain has … Continue reading Communion in Skin
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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