On Forgiving Those Parents of Ours, for Damaging Us When We Were Still Too Young to Fight Back…

Don’t open your chest up let the butterflies out burn the velvet gloves and seek to trust hands held over hands in circles dancing to the gravy of secure claim Don’t risk dissolution by the marble hands of your own family it never gets easier a little death upon a little death pursed words kissing […]

via Claim — TheFeatheredSleep

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On What it Took, to Write Creatively…

Days and weeks and years and months and burning wheels and those moments when it all gets too much and there’s nothing to be done but drown my sorrows but then as one word follows the next I’m back once again and in control of all things. Yeah I’m a bum and yeah I’m […]

via Your Theme — S. K. Nicholas

On What it Took, to Write Creatively…

Days and weeks and years and months and burning wheels and those moments when it all gets too much and there’s nothing to be done but drown my sorrows but then as one word follows the next I’m back once again and in control of all things. Yeah I’m a bum and yeah I’m […]

via Your Theme — S. K. Nicholas

Finding the Self, Through the Lost Love

You were the bones and I was the flesh, our homes were like war zones I guess, that’s where we learned to be so inauthentic, lost my identity so I had to re- invent it. You told me they created a soldier with no feeling, that’s what you attested to being. When I was with […]

via Soulmates Freestyle — thoughtslikecages

Finding the Self, Through the Lost Love

You were the bones and I was the flesh, our homes were like war zones I guess, that’s where we learned to be so inauthentic, lost my identity so I had to re- invent it. You told me they created a soldier with no feeling, that’s what you attested to being. When I was with […]

via Soulmates Freestyle — thoughtslikecages