Poetic Stories

stages.

They say it

ranges from

mild

to severe.

It's a spectrum,

like many things—

with a shiny new term,

like a rinsed dish.

Yet you remain

unregenerate,

like the rest

of your generation.

Why refute

a turn

toward tenderness?

Why stay

gazing

into a scratched glass?

I cleaned up. It wasn’t

fast; it was the

last thing I wanted

to do.

But I

shaped myself

with the best of you.

If only you’d

when love said

our names because

heaven knew of

what it found when

it gave the clouds

enough breath to

touch our undressing

wings that only the

light could sing and

the earth went a

little darker in its

depths, just to give a

dream a moment to

walk with us that left

the heart of the stars

spinning the fullness

of a glow sweetening moon.

-J.Wool

I still track the outlines of the memories of you - days i got to spend with you. My eyes follow every silhouette that feels like the hint of you. Do we ever truly move on? Love is all i know of. You’re all i’ve ever wanted.

In the dark of night, you shine like moonlight’s gleam. You weren’t the loudest in a room, rather, the quiet spaces between the words. I can’t help still looking for you.

* i can either lament a loss or attempt to recreate a gain, again

as the past has passed, is passe & my present presents presents with presence

& impresses upon a prescient ( as i ) to press, onward

though pressure ascends as attention intends,

as aspiration, accomplishment, intimation awaits

hooded. staring. painted 

above the curve of a smirk. 

can feel the darkness. the 

curiosity. the roil and rumble 

of a bad decision that’ll leave

me intoxicated.

I reach for the void

The wide open sky

The breeze through my fingers

The colours my guide

I smell the scent of flickering light

the calming balm of dreamers' sight

The touch of time - unbroken, unseen

filling my soul, my heart, my being

I hear the laughter of life

its teasing light tone

The voices of Echoes

Remembrance in Stone.

brutalized in

an unnerving

stroke of genius

nothing makes sense

but numbers, lists,

plans for ten years out

if i could lay my head

somewhere warm

in your lap, maybe?

would it be enough

gazing up at you?

once taken, i am

tender in flesh

soft in thought

heart focused

unable to see

Enveloped in rapturous city, no life ever truly concludes.

Giggling.

in the walls,

soft at first.

Growing slowly, louder—closer,

sliding through the plaster like fingers.

It follows me from room to room,

pounding against my ears.

I’m searching—scrambling for an exit,

but there’s only the giggling,

the halls never end.

It turns maniacal,

amplifying everywhere.

I tear at the walls,

shredding drywall, nails splitting, bleeding.

 The laughter—unbearable.

My ears are ringing as I hit the floor,

crying, begging for mercy.

The howling swirls around me, mocking.

It stops.

My throat is raw.

could breathe and

lay over my wistful

heart like the light of

a wing when devotion is

whispered to keep safe

the promise of us

beneath the looking

glass of the stars that

watch the merging of

our hearts to soul while

the world goes pure in

spirited tenderness as

we sweeten to hold

silently true to another

loud wink of a dream

a careful thought

only doing what I was taught

Object obscuring the road ahead

I paid no mind to what others

may have said

My decision was simple

Quick

I knew what had to be done

It took but only a moment

of my precious time

I moved that large branch

No cars were coming

I saw the moment and took my chance

I didn't do it for a single dime

Although my body did fill

with a sense of immense pride

Not many would do this

for random a passersby

I encourage you to challenge yourself

I dare you to try

It feels incredible to be kind

I promise you

that is not a lie

Written by aprilfool🐸

as you answer every

sharpened thing

with open hands

are you a masochist

or an angel?

or did someone once

gut you so thoroughly

that no

new suffering

I guess I go back sometimes,

a form of pulling myself down.

I find myself weak.

I didn't think I could feel

so saturated by something so empty,

but it is hollowing me out.

I could have loved after you,

but something in me never left,

and I find myself with letters from the past

speaking to me

in your voice once again.

I thought I'd rid myself

of nights like this,

but I find myself craving

the pain you left behind in me.

Sometimes I don't care

if it scratches me raw

and bleeds me dry.

I'd lie in embers

and burn again,

my flesh melting into ashes,

leaving behind

what remains of me

as something

you could hold in your arms,

instead of the ghost

I've become.

But I'm left

with the smell of decay.

Rotting,

while the creatures of the night

tear into what remains.

Their lips

are closer to me

than yours may ever be,

but still,

I wish it were your teeth

tearing into me

Will you miss me as if i was dear?

Or Will you kick the memories of me

In a grave where my presence will plea...

Will plea to keep my things close to you

To remember the jokes we laughed on

Or maybe the place we called ours

Will you let my memories brush you at night

Or will you u close your eyes and see me in abyss

What will happen if I never come back?

Will I become a person you just met

Or a stranger with memories of ton

Or maybe a stranger with nothing and none..

But if u ask me what to do ...?

I would say forget me and all the vows

Forget all the time u laughed with me

Treat me as a nightmare, not a dream

I would love if you live as you

Not as someone finding a cue

The cue of the person they saw

In search of something real and raw...

Do not try to find me if I never reached you,

Assume I was not worth the feeling you grew

But don't think I never looked back,

I'm always there watching your every step..

Do not think I'm not looking

I'm always near you

Watching through stars

Do not miss me love

I'm not too far..