i think

you are my earth

all wrapped up in one body.

or maybe, you are

destruction

all wrapped up in

flowers.

i know

not to trust you.

under all your persuasive lies,

i know.

but you are the

sun

and i am your

flower

aching to twist&turn any direction

that brings my petals closer to your warmth.

once touched by your delicate sunshine,

my skin births freckles —

the intricate pattern of a twisted love

that has been for centuries.

- sitting on her throne, the universe laughs as our fate unfolds

again&again&again&again

i shouldn’t

stare at the thunder,

yearning for a rainbow that never arrives.

but with squinting eyes and a tired smile,

i long for the faintest color

until my heart finds even itself

drowning.

because you are the

rain

and i am your

blade of grass

desperate to be covered by soft droplets —

the gentle morning dew.

it doesn’t matter that the sheet of ice

suffocates me.

my heart is used to the downpour

that falls a thousand years worth

all in one moment.

- the universe smiles. always a rush to watch the tumult unravel

always a rush to watch the rain pour

i think

my body is not meant

to be yours.

these valleys that your hands dip into

these oceans that bring wonder to your eyes

are not yours.

but you are the

moon

and i am your

wave

longing to feel your light pull

floats across my skin in whispers of moonlight.

always caught unprepared when the moon becomes

greedy

and the wave crashes

this way

that way

trying to keep up

trying to find the loving moon that once was.

but all love is long forgotten now

and my cracking fingers are trying to cover my ears to drown out the sound of these uncontrollable waves because i hope the moon will be gentle once again i hope my kisses can stop,

even just for a second,

the sun from burning my body

the rain from bruising my mind

the moon from eclipsing my heart

but you’re not stopping because i’m not enough and soon —

all is quiet.

the heart of the universe fills with glee, eager to make sure that it’s true.

& it is.

the flower is

lost

the grass is

dead

the wave is

still

- that was a good one, the universe declares.

what shall the next version be?

in the midst of this fire,

we dance without a care

without realizing that the flames

are tracing their fury up our legs

burning the edges of our dresses

because what’s blood

when there’s love

to heal

so we let ourselves bleed

throughout the night

hearts screaming and body aching

as we stumble over death

but never into it

because what’s death

when there are kisses

to revive

My toes linger

on shards of broken glass.

I like the feel of

s h a t t e r e d

cutting into my skin.

The crimson trickling from my ankle

makes me laugh.

They are weak

I am not

I live on broken glass.

She slips the earphones on

music flows in

her eyes close

as she slumps on

his chest

He watches

listens

as her heart beats

as her chest rises

and falls

music dances in her ear

her lips slightly

apart as

she hums

her voice vibrating

against him

slow

peaceful

he dips his head

kissing

her crown

rests his chin on

her head

closes his eyes

wraps his arms around her

Smile graces

their features

as their hands find one another

intertwining

and it’s only

her and him

in this small

box

cocooned with

happiness.

I am made of many souls in just one body

so at times it gets confusing,

to feel everything at once

blue carpet

beige walls

stale cigarette smoke lingering in the air.

fingernail digging into palm

trying to make it bleed.

my mind is buzzing

a white noise machine in my head

blocking out everything

i’m pretending

not to think about.

bluecarpetbeigewallscigarettesmoke

the things i’m pretending to think about.

Dear Miranda,

Today it rained, and I smelled you. Sometimes I wonder if I’m going crazy, feeling you in everything. Do you think of me when you step in a wood and smell trees? When you feel the edge of your cashmere sweater and remember when I kissed you under the stars? Maybe you don’t. I understand if the memory of me blurs at the edges. It’s been awhile.

~Jack

Dear Miranda,

Today I saw a train and I thought of you. You liked the way the sounds of trains and the little booths we sat in. I feel like I have to remind you of things, to keep your world from going gray. My world’s going a little gray right now.

~Jack

Dear Miranda,

Today I drove past a field of wildflowers and I saw you. You were twirling, flowers woven through your golden hair. You saw me and smile, beckoning me to come closer. I came, Miranda. But you ran too fast, and I lost you.

~Jack

Dear Miranda,

Today I went to the lake and I heard you. You were crying. I went to find you, to comfort you, to set your world straight again, but I couldn’t find you. I searched all around the bank. I heard you though, weeping. Your sobs no longer run through my head, but the echoes of your pain stay with me.

~Jack

Dear Miranda,

Tonight I’ll see you again. I am going out to the lake and my pockets will be full of rocks. I need to see you, to stop the cries that still ring in my ears. Tonight I will see you again, and we’ll pick wildflowers. You will smell like rain and I will smell like trees, and our hurt will be forgotten.

~Jack

When the moon comes out,

the Missing hits me like a tidal wave,

slowly

and then all at once.

My lungs fight for air

and my body kicks in protest,

trying to hold onto the final bits

of you.

I am so happy that close friends (@CambryAnn12 and @ZGWrite) introduced me to prose! You all are the best! ❤️

@brialilly- I'm so proud of your 27, and still growing, followers! I have no idea were your amazing talent came from! You have such a great gift that brings truth and your thoughts into the writing world! Love ya!

@ZGWrite- Okay so, at the begining when I first got on prose I was kind of amazed that you had like 60-something followers when you had just strated a few weeks ago. Now I thought this without having the information that you had been on prose for a month or so already. LOL. Anyway with the talent that you have, it was pretty easy to beleive you had so many followers oer a short span of time! Yay to 103 followers! Proud to be you friend :)! Love ya!

@Love2Write- The smile you bring to my face each time I read your perfect but yet so simple writings! I also love that you feel free to put out a sense of humor!

@CambryAnn12- I wish that you would post more! I know that you have so many great writings out there along with so many more amazing ideas running through that crazy mind of yours! Your funny comments and great writings may not be all over prose but I still love you for them!

@demcmurphy- Thank you for all the likes and comments you give to all writers. I love getting on prose and seeing that you have taken time to look at someone's page and praise them for the work they have done!

This is only a small part of the people that I admire and apprechate their writings. If I had the time and the pateince to sit down and write 20 more then trust me I would!

Shout out to my friends at home: I am so happy to have each and every one of you in my life! Each day you guys give me a reason to laugh and keep going!

Thank you to my followers and friends! On 33 followers! Hoping to get to 45 by the end of January!

Actions speak louder than words do, it’s pretty quite, isn’t it? Look at the world we live in, defined by comment sections. Surround yourself with people that challenge how you think. Not people that nod their head and act like they agree. Those people will cut you open just to watch you bleed. Always be yourself, not the person that you pretend to be.