arise silver queen

most fragrant of moons

come hence and vanquish the sun

that we might wax the thread

and together stitch the stars

through night eternal

july14

dear diary

had a storming time at the bastille today

we all ate cake

The worst thing about letting go of someone

is all the things you miss sharing with them.

You liked my favorite shoes,

but to everyone else, they look like any other.

You knew my favorite flower and the

books I liked reading best- things anyone else

would deem insignificant;

Our interests and loves began to mingle-

I learned to love things

because you loved them and I loved you.

And now I see things you would laugh

or smile at and I have no one to share them with;

because no one understands our little quirks

and inside jokes the way we did.

It's hard, letting go.

Not just because you're gone,

but because I feel I've lost

the pieces of me you knew the best.

If I was not a poet

I would be

filtered sunlight

on Sunday mornings,

dawning on

hearts and their

tangled

mess

If I was not a poet

I would be

a chasm,

a catch

for moments

before death

If I was not a poet

I would be

the mountain

under mountains,

reckless

in my burgeon,

everywhere

unseen

If I was not a poet

I would be

blank,

a bare infinity

rewritten,

over

and over

again

and again

Cute scribbles and splotches

Catchy little tunes

Obscure notes and neat letters

Sparkle when they withstand

The weather

And sometimes ruffled feathers

Come from

An esteemed

Counterpart

Meaning to

Elevate you

To an optimism

When feeling lost

Go to the forest

Smell the trees

Take in the freshness

When feeling unease

Go to the forest

Feast upon nature

Walk amongst the trees

Listen to the wind

When feeling confused

Go to the forest

Sit amongst the beauty

Let it calm your soul

Let the beauty fill your heart

When not sure what to do

Go to the forest

Listen to answers

Let it inspire you

A fire dances in the dark.

Our souls are cast

as shadows

upon the wall.

We watch them

dance in remembrance,

twist away in fear,

vanish and change

in phases.

We feel the shivers

of premonition

consume us

yet

we writhe

in complicity,

helpless at our incapacity

to break free.

We stop nothing,

watching the shadows,

watch us.

We merely

remain

in the dark.

#poetry

It's funny, when

she is with him

she forgets

that in the cosmic

realm

of things

she is actually

quite

insignificant

but when she is

with him

she feels like she is

something his stars

can align with

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