Moving on — My Screaming Twenties

https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?visual=true&url=https%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F616398012&show_artwork=true&maxwidth=500&maxheight=750&dnt=1 I cleaned every inch of you away today. I took my time; I didn’t scrub vigorously but made sure what’s left behind sparkles gorgeously in the light. I said goodbye today with my dishcloth and soap, to leave only hope. © Kristiana Reed 2019 via Moving on — My Screaming Twenties

never meant to be — The Lonely Author

never meant to be we lay on a lonesome beach tides shift between reality and fantasy red lips kiss the yesterday we never had as we dream of eternity fireflies illuminate the night forming horoscopes foretelling no promises of tomorrow our eyes express things our mouths will never see the moonless sky torments our precious […] [...]

EnigMandy — hands in the garden

https://www.youtube.com/embed/IGUboLZx3Tk?version=3&rel=1&fs=1&autohide=2&showsearch=0&showinfo=1&iv_load_policy=1&wmode=transparent she preens that pretty nuanced screen I simply can’t read true cruel intentions invade to evade pupils- crystal schism lips, candy oblivion mane, tossing beach-sand tidal waive with calculated curl i swirl into haze uneasiness while she masters her poise in stripping my protest ©Anthony Gorman 2019 image: https://pixabay.com/users/felix_w-6547745 image: https://pixabay.com/users/felix_w-6547745/ via EnigMandy — hands [...]

breathe — The Lonely Author

breathe she knits her versesinto my heartwith melancholy threadforever wordsentwined in every chamberwhich no palpitation can unstring inhaling her poemsI exhale the metaphors she weavesshe is the falsetto of my sighthe muse who resuscitatesfor she writes the poetrythat I breathe via breathe — The Lonely Author

Upright — Heartstring Eulogies

“And now that I’m on my own, I don’t know how to move forward or to hold myself upright.” I remember the day I fell in love like it was yesterday. I remember the exhilaration. The limitless possibilities of a future together. But after the end came, my pain could have filled an ocean made […] [...]