I stand on the edge of my very own horizon. This horizon is mine. Black clouds build, although I know there is sunshine behind me. If I looked hard enough, I know I can see a rainbow. But I won't. The black sky flashes piercing white; the skeleton of a coming storm. I count the seconds between the lightning and thunder, but I have yet to hear the thunder crash. I know it's there. Without it's frightening assurance, I can't know if the storm is moving closer or farther. It doesn't matter. The ache inside me compels me to wander closer to the storm. I have no proof that it even exists. But don't I have a right to find out for myself.
As a child you discover the world,
As a teen you discover yourself,
As an adult you discover you had it all wrong,
And the rest is spent seeking forgiveness.
Martin sat, forehead pressed against the glass of the bus window, fingers tracing the patterns and indentations in the fabric of the seat with delicate precision. He sighed a heavy sigh and lifted his gaze to see the orange street lights outlining the surroundings as they drove by. His stop was about twenty minutes away and he was unfamiliar with their exact location. This was a new route, that he was forced to take, as his usual didn't run after he had to stay late at work.
Sleep pawed at his eyes, attempting to close them shut, but he fought it away with a quick rub. He had a feeling that today wasn't going to be a good day, ever since it
I have struggled to find the words, but in the end I failed.
I could see you and could feel you, I knew what you were about.
I could understand you and study you, watch you and listen, but in my head, passed through my ears, all I could get was silence.
The words wouldn't come and my time came up.
Silence went on for a while before I was struck down by the sight of you.
Hidden ever so slightly I found them all along; right where they should be.
They were in a sparkle in your eye and a smile on your face.
In the softest touches and warmest embraces.
They poured out of a tired face that struggled to keep them hidden but at last I finally
As a child you discover the world,
As a teen you discover yourself,
As an adult you discover you had it all wrong,
And the rest is spent seeking forgiveness.
Martin sat, forehead pressed against the glass of the bus window, fingers tracing the patterns and indentations in the fabric of the seat with delicate precision. He sighed a heavy sigh and lifted his gaze to see the orange street lights outlining the surroundings as they drove by. His stop was about twenty minutes away and he was unfamiliar with their exact location. This was a new route, that he was forced to take, as his usual didn't run after he had to stay late at work.
Sleep pawed at his eyes, attempting to close them shut, but he fought it away with a quick rub. He had a feeling that today wasn't going to be a good day, ever since it
I have struggled to find the words, but in the end I failed.
I could see you and could feel you, I knew what you were about.
I could understand you and study you, watch you and listen, but in my head, passed through my ears, all I could get was silence.
The words wouldn't come and my time came up.
Silence went on for a while before I was struck down by the sight of you.
Hidden ever so slightly I found them all along; right where they should be.
They were in a sparkle in your eye and a smile on your face.
In the softest touches and warmest embraces.
They poured out of a tired face that struggled to keep them hidden but at last I finally
you were the first and you’ll be the last.
& the time between,
that desert froze your heart to stone,
sand sharp as ice crystals
tore new scars into your skin
I visited you only in dreams
where your palms white and pure,
uncalloused could touch me
you are home, I would say,
in the doorway
in the mountains
and your body there
buried beneath the rock wall
your eyes bloodshot opened to choke on dust
Remember me
and I will pull you from the poison shadows of memory and unbreak your heart every time
I will say,
look, your hands have not been bloodied
see how the light drips golden from them
Look how you still shine
In the last dream I had about you before you died,
we buried the Devil in the front yard.
He begged for mercy.
We showed him not.
When you walked into the shimmer
I disappeared
the pile of relics you left behind
sit unchanged in an old perfume box
A polished seashell that laments your name in soft echoes
A gold-dipped rose that still holds the exact shade of I’ll love you forever
A zippo lighter with our initials carved on each side that always seems to emanate some supernatural warmth
Cards, letters, that I touch delicately knowing you once touched them the same
I take them out once a year
and let them burn me
The truth is IR
Guy is incredible, his vision of angels drives me insane (although I know they are inspired by the accurate Bible descriptions https://www.deviantart.com/cinemamind/art/Archangel-747734679