I can live in this
a shivering body
close to fading
close to disappearing
a moment from breaking
my love singer in silent embrace
I live in this instant
Oh love, you live in a blind shadow, fresh in full bloom of a dark dahlia
love be bound quickly before the light of day burns its delicate beauty
in a small dawn, I stand alone with open arms to the sky
my mind speaks of these
a time where tortured delights slinks away under closing eyelids
back to the world which lives for me
when the night surrenders to the day
softly retreating, my heart wakes in a dream
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Kayla McIntosh
This is just my personal journal. I needed somewhere to write my thoughts, and I thought here was pretty good.
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Dead in Rebirth
When we can't go after all those things like we said and when this mortal heart gives out in that struggle; here is this realization: I control tings from a false mind as I bend things in this fashion. And artificially, here is a new heart; beautiful, new, and paley weeping in its birth. If I thurst into my chest, I could make a perect fit... because this situation is always what I wanted, because I COULD NEVER HURT MORE! and, int his pain I find everything evolving for me, in a new intoxicating blood. Because that is a power too strong and everlasting in my veins of those mortal drops...
By Kayla McIntoshabout a year ago in Poets
Can You Drive a Ford Fiesta Through a Desert?
I’m flying down the B1 highway from Windhoek to Keetmanshoop with a map and a boot full of camping gear. I’m excited for the first stop of my Namibian road trip: the Quiver Tree Forest. I spot the sign and turn onto the C17, off the tarmac and onto the gravel. I’ll be there soon; it’s only ten miles or so. I am unprepared for what comes next. The car slides and slips across the road. I am not fully in control anymore. I slow to a crawl. The car judders and shudders, the noise deafening, the vibrations rattling the teeth in my skull. It takes me around an hour to drive the ten miles. I arrive at the campsite relieved to be in one piece, even if it feels like all my bones have been shaken slightly out of place. I will later learn that this is what happens when the gravel road becomes “corrugated”, and that the roads authority goes round once a week to “grade” them. Seems I arrived about 6 days after the grader had last been round.
By Jenifer Nim6 days ago in Wander
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