when I step into the river
the happiness of a drop of water
when I step into the river that separates us
to lean in, feet slipping on silk stones, falling
face down in full force for love
or to failing, back flat, smack
into the letting go
the happiness of a drop of water
-ca
About the Creator
CA
Sound Engineer, Poet, sometimes-composer.
"Tell all the truth but tell it slant" - Emily Dickinson.
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Masquerade Party
At six feet seven inches tall and approximately two hundred fifty pounds, Samael presented an imposing figure when he walked into a room. His physical stature may be impressive, but his demeanor is the opposite. The shy, some might say, reclusive personality that he developed as a young boy followed him into manhood. His favorite job was crunching numbers in a quiet one man back office of a fiduciary firm. He was always polite, greeting his fellow workers with a “good morning” or “good afternoon” as he walked to the back of the office where his little hideaway was located, but never tried to engage in conversations.
By Mark Gagnon3 days ago in Horror
Comments (8)
Beautifully written ✨❤️
Great insights.
This is beautiful , love it!
Nice 👍 Poetry 🫶🏾‼️💯
I forgot to mention that I LOVE that you included a picture of the Poem you wrote in the visual format it was supposed to be viewed in. ♥️
Like your technique a lot. Congratulations
Amazing work
Deep! Beautiful work!