Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
For you, once more, and forever. 💙 "A Dirty Sort of Clean" - Recorded 1/9/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I have seen…A dirty sort of clean…Paradox? Sure.But I'll take it. "Expect the unexpected." I have seen…Water running over, flowing,Spilling out as these words do now…From my mouth and from my … Continue reading A Dirty Sort of Clean
"To Find the Divine" - Recorded 12/27/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Do you only get dressed up to be seen?Haven’t you heard?You are a king;You are a queen.You are…Somewhere in between. Face thick withHeavy Makeup,Dripping and fallingDirtying the sheets,And no-one there to see. But pay no mind,You'll see in time:You … Continue reading To Find the Divine
Today, I was nominated for a Liebster award by fellow blogger, Sonali, of the blog Just Me (https://justmecompany.wordpress.com/) Thank you very much to Sonali. Below is my response to this nomination. About Sonali and Just Me According to Sonali's About Me (https://justmecompany.wordpress.com/about-me/): Hello beautiful people, I’m Sonali, the author of Just me. I’m an 18 year old from … Continue reading 2020 Liebster Nomination (Sonali)
In Tehran, There is no hope, "A living hell" So they say on the TV box and in the pages filled With so many carefully chosen words. This is fine, Really, To be expected. I mean, Tehran is not in the United States, And that is just what happens When you are not in … Continue reading In Tehran
Felt like A cold wind moving Hollow reeds on dripping bank Brace, step three feet left Resume Fog lifts Breathe Guided by The brightest star Only Soon seen as Just a streetlight Rising above the rest
The moon is melting again See it Dripping through the tops of the trees Cascading down through the branches Into silver pools Sinking even further Beneath the soil And into the roots themselves So that soon All will be luminescent Glowing With the captive light of the daytime sun But without the crescent on high … Continue reading The Sky is Dark, Save for the Distant Stars
I was born in the ocean Baby Dripping wet Every inch Swam with fishes Sharks with teeth Felt the cool water Touched the reef I have wandered the desert Child Sand from sea Waking sleep Lucid dreams 40 days Underneath Sun and heat I have felt the flames lick Son At my feet As father … Continue reading In-Between
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 