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  • journeyhale 9w

    There's a transparent ocean in your eyes.
    So many things left unsaid tossed in the waves as I steal glances,
    always afraid of touching what lies in the dark, dangerous and foreboding.

    My anxiety sits in a corner.
    It reminds me that there's a good reason to be wary because I am the only one who ends up getting hurt when it comes to you.

    I have never known the address of your heart, even though it shares the same street as mine. Your house is not in the same realm of existence and I cannot visit or walk through the garden because it is always closed to me.
    Full of poisonous plants and predatory creatures who would hunt me for sport, the prey creature that I have become.

    It seems that I have forgotten
    I used to be a lion.
    When did I discard my claws and fangs?
    Where did I misplace the roar that would make the bravest hunter shake in his dungarees, running for sanctuary?

    There's a transparent ocean in your eyes and I misjudged its depth.
    Now I am doing my best not to drown as I sink to the bottom.
    ©journeyhale

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    I have never known the address of your heart, even though it shares the same street as mine.
    Your house is not in the same realm of existence and I cannot visit or walk through the garden because it is always closed to me.
    It sits vacant,
    full of poisonous plants and predatory creatures who would hunt me for sport, the prey creature that I have become.
    ©journeyhale

  • journeyhale 15w

    Thank you so much for the repost Writer's Network as well as Editor's choice Miraquill! I'm freaking out rn��������


    #paradox #wod #qod #pod #writersnetwork #miraquill #mirakee #she #fear #contact #intimacy #fragile #writersofinstagram #stories #ttt #quoteoftheday

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    She

    She is a paradox,
    craving contact, yet holding everything,
    Including herself,
    at arm's length.
    She appears unbreakable
    yet so fragile,
    one wrong word, one back turned,
    shatters the surface
    of a pool so deep,
    she fears she will never resurface.
    Drowning in the water
    with her lungs on fire.
    ©journeyhale

  • journeyhale 19w

    Edit *Thank you so much for editor's choice! Wow this so cool!**

    I am still mad at you
    I still fume sometimes
    Raging anger in a torrent.

    They ask how I can be angry
    at the dead.
    I reply "very easily,
    Grief is not a place for coherent thought."

    Grief is a place where your soul is torn from your body and shredded into tiny pieces.

    Grief is a place of madness,
    A place where your gut falls to the floor
    Seconds before your knees.

    Grief is a place where emotions are Oceans in A King Tide,
    Churning and drowning you, never giving repreive.

    It is never a place that makes sense.
    It is where I'm still mad at you and you're still gone.
    ©journeyhale
    #grief #loss #life #anger #rage #suicideawareness #suicide #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #writersnetwork #mirakee #pod

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    Grief is a Place

    They ask how I can be angry
    at the dead.
    I reply "very easily,
    Grief is not a place for coherent thought."

    It is never a place that makes sense.
    It is where I'm still mad at you and you're still gone.
    ©journeyhale

  • journeyhale 20w

    Burn

    My heart skips and something starts to glow inside of me when you are near.
    The banked fire finds forgotten fuel and comes alight once again,

    Turning my bones to lava..

    It happens every time,
    yet I cannot fight the desire I have to stand in the flames and let them consume me.
    Even though I know I will collapse into charred embers before you,
    I still crave the burn.
    ©journeyhale

  • journeyhale 20w

    Perspective

    I became so wrapped up in expectation and running forward that I forgot to look before I leapt.

    I stumbled, tripping over good intentions, and fell into a mess of my own creation.

    Brushing the mistakes off my knees, I stand up to begin again, because this time I know where to step.
    ©journeyhale

  • journeyhale 21w

    Changes

    I am not the same as I once was.
    My body does not contain the same cells
    This heart is different.
    This mind is different. Look again.
    This presence, once stagnated and suppressed,
    Allowed to rise up, to see the sun once again. To fight for itself and the soul it contains.
    Something was there, just under the surface - power, strength, will, courage.
    All it took was some digging
    Like a treasure buried.
    And I was found.
    ©journeyhale

  • journeyhale 21w

    This heart holds many secrets.
    Secrets that spark joy
    Secrets that spark anguish
    Secrets that unwind my love for you.
    Tales that I tell only to myself.

    My memory is peppered with thoughts I dare not speak,
    Because then you would know my heart,
    And I just cannot allow that.
    ©journeyhale

  • journeyhale 22w

    Siren

    This heart is a desert that once was a sea.

    As tears fall, the size of worlds,
    It becomes a sea once again.

    Everything good comes from the ocean,
    And so, as a siren, I will rise to sing thee to thy doom.
    ©journeyhale

  • journeyhale 22w

    We are

    Two fires that feed off of forevermore fuel, yet light up like the sun when we are together, sometimes burning everything in their path.

    The radiation we give off lights the days and I find myself grinning at the sky with my eyes closed like an idiot.
    ©journeyhale

  • journeyhale 22w

    you are not of the ground,
    you are meant to fly.


    ©journeyhale