I have nothing left to say.
Everything has fallen to a fixed meaning.
Autumn has come
and the leaves are falling out of my hair.
The wind speaks of new horizons.
(more) My friends sway in this green grove,
dropping their needles and berries.
Beneath this gray sky,
I find myself colorless,
there is no lack of vibrancy.
Love is everywhere I look,
but it slumbers.
Its time to hibernate.(less)
We've planted the words we repeat so often,
Buried them deep in the rich soil of our hearts
hoping they truly take root and grow skyward
green and true, blossoming into luscious petals
beyond the beauty of the mere words
I love you
(more) Hoping those words do not stagnate, wither and die
without ever feeling the warmth of years
Hoping their meaning is not fixed
but malleable, living, able to evolve into
a bountiful garden surrounding our lives
Letdown. Nothing more, nothing less, and that was always what he would be.
Alone at night, while the second hand ticks in small circles 'round the circumference of the clock face, he thinks that to himself, eyes blank and mouth a thin line. These are the things he cannot say(more) to others, these are the things he cannot even admit to himself, lest pain and darkness swallow him up entirely. But truthfully, they already have, haven't they? No matter what smiles he pastes on, no matter the sly smirks that sally to and fro on his face, inside he is broken, a crystal chalice crackling and splitting, held together by crimson ribbon.
One day, he'll break. One day, he'll shatter into a thousands tiny pieces, each shard reflecting his sins, his losses, his woes. Someone will come, sweep them up, and dump them, toss them away to a place where they can no longer harm others. Because that's all he's ever done.