me: the cool one. easy to love,
easy to let go. a curl of sage
you can burn to ease
the air, then huff it out
and see how fast I
flee.
*
you: the warm one in
each bed you rest in.
a slow burn that only
gets hot as each year
adds up. you
are held
by all your exes.
they look hard
at me, eyes thin,
grin bare. as if to say:
do not wreck this fire.
do not turn your back
to his soft sun.
don't you dare
hurt him.
*
once you know
a love like that -
bare and bold,
born of time
and ache
and pain
and care,
I see no end
to what you can hold.
even me.
even me.
About the Creator
Dane BH
By day, I'm a cog in the nonprofit machine, and poet. By night, I'm a creature of the internet. My soul is a grumpy cat who'd rather be sleeping.
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The Road to Nowhere
Trigger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
By Frank English3 days ago in Fiction
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This blew me away great poetry
Wonderful words!!!❤️❤️💕
Great work, I particularly love the first stanza, it's such a great metaphor, the sage, clearing the air.