#ocpoetry

With little steps comes great gratitude

spark flickers in the lighter

cigarette catches

slow burn

and I’m content

today I treat myself

no apology

I love spending time with myself

even if it looks like running

even if the feet keep moving

maybe I’m not alone

my angel walks beside

quiet

celebrating the bloom of this first small petal

thorns soften as I trace them with fingers

gentle

never forgetting

they make me bleed

but they grew to shield

from the evil that still haunts the edges of my world

time arrives

for the little white rose to open

This empty garden

once filled with chorus of vicious voices

riling in hellish canon

intensity so sharp

now a pause

slipped onto the staff

the encore

the last soft touch

the healing

breath held

then released

I sit with the smoke

and the petal

and the quiet angel

and let the thorns rest

a note about january :)

mourning the loss of youth,

Each dilemma gathers  one by one into a whirlwind of wails  and discouraged hope.

What if I stole this lost flame  gleaming like the dark sun? Each spark taps in their own waltz  down the spiral, scampering right back unto  where its attack begun.

knowing that the words he was putting together, the phrases that came tumbling out of his mouth couldn’t possibly make anything better.

he could never fix this, he could try.

the world's a little blurry, or maybe it's my eyes...

- ilomilo (Billie Eilish) | Lee-Dingleys for @misscharlottelee if you’ve been here for any substantial period of time, you know her characters own my heart and i got sad about penny, charlotte and razzle tonight.

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a sprout am i

and all but growth i shun

these tender leaves of green i've spun

so truly of the ground am i

my hands clasped tight

on what is yet to come

what may simply appear to some

as melting—in oppressive light

i am melting—

mixing with this puddle

tapping into greatness subtle

newness i must always letting

furls some wilting

some still higher scuttle

reaching up to blueness muddled

loftiest intentions setting

this is the truest me