Scarcity

Lips graze just barely on My wrist, it is not me nor you Licking the wounds Too deep to heal Hands roam floating on My flesh, it is not me nor you Brushing the goosebumps Too cuspidated to sink Whispers glide into My ears, it is not me nor you Calming the anxious swirls Too … More Scarcity

Stitches

Every moment with you transcends Into a stitch pulling the torn up veins of My roots together, looping and twisting and Knotting their antidote into my blood. Every moment with you transcends Into a celestial compulsion drawing me into Or away from parts of me that I thought I no longer knew. Every moment with … More Stitches

Again

And so another loss, Another goodbye, Another journal Pouring poems out about How much i miss your eyes. •L•S•

Pause

If i could grasp oxygen, Have it lay in my palm And tear it straight to its core To get a mere peek of What the future has laid Upon its own palms, then Perhaps my anxiety May subdue and succumb To its mortal enemy; Peace. (LS)

Homesick

I miss the sunshine on my skin The warmth and blanketed Feelings of comfort. Times of clarity and peace Have escaped me. I miss the sunshine On my skin. (LS)

The Vase

Tall, pridefully stood- Sway with the breezes Do they know what it feels like To be broken by another Once loved? Leaves, gracious and smooth Dewy and vibrant Lusciously swaying with the breezes Do they know about the killer That lives in their very own veins? Roots? Uprooted. Pulled away But pridefully stood, still alive … More The Vase