i've been trying to write this for so long lmao but i can't find the right words? DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ANYONE ELSE. the idea is /so/ clear in my mind, but when it comes to transferring it to paper--it's close to impossible.
anyways, i tried. here it is.
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my shaking hands
are ghostly,
glowing faintly
with stardust
after burying
my dreams
in the silencing soil
of doubt
where they can't
breathe in
the enchanting hope
laced in the air.
that night,
i laid beneath
the murmuring moonlight
and let it spill
over the gentle planes
of my face
to find where it hurts
and to sing the tears
into iridescent pearls
i cannot sell—
no one buys regrets
to wear around their neck.
we all have enough
to last longer
than we do.
we have all felt the weight
of them
in every step forward.
if only my dreams
were the kind
that slip off of shoulders
to gather in a puddle
of pale silk
at my feet
when i rise from sleep,
if only they didn't cling
to me
like a drenched dress
when left out
in the evening rain—
then i wouldn't have to
bury them
to feel sane.
someday,
i'll dig up these dreams,
but will they still be
alive?
will they rise
in shimmering clouds of mist
from the morning dew
to meet
the aged ribbons of hope
i haven't yet
pulled from the skies?
love,
mari
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for the tarnished hearts
Poetrypoetry for the hearts tarnished by love or the sudden death of it. for the hearts that find a soft lullaby in the pages when raw hope is not enough to put the worries to sleep. for the hearts that bleed ink to paint the chalky roses of life red with...
