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vertical shadows
criscross the quiet
and hush us into
a meek reverie

Nature has spoken.

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Nina "elysium" Inspired - 15 years, 2 months, 27 days ago

--- Jaded ---

Tonight
the sky is solid black
the color of swallowed kindness,
absent compassion and
thoughtlessness

it stares unblinkingly
at me

I flinch and wish to trade
it for the silken dark
a realistic illusion
in which we intend more,
say less, love better,and
are at infinite peace

then it hits me that
actually it's
not the night at all
that's dark and hateful

it's you with your bitter
sarcasm and hurtful words

for whatever reason
- you won't ever make sense to me.

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Nina "elysium" Inspired - 15 years, 3 months, 8 days ago

--homesick--

this wrongness
of a city with me in it

not echoing what i hear
not feeling what I think

not breathing tree-like
(crackling with static)

not hushing in whispers
(screeching of brakes)

I hide my head
under the pillow
just for tonight

to keep the bright lights
and sirens at bay.


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Nina "elysium" Inspired - 15 years, 3 months, 15 days ago

== For doing ==

last week I thought the wind would never stop blowing
as I hid under my duvet on the bed with the crumpled heap
of clothing eyeing me from the furthest corner of the room

now I'm replenished with warm weather and sunshine and
the beginnings of a tan spreading slowly across my back

I can feel the start of a new week approaching, cautiously
tiptoeing around the remnants of a solitary weekend
filled with long silences, active listening and thinking

The expectancy of this coming week doesn't scare me as
much as my underlying urge to empty it of obligations
in the vain hope I'd be left alone, to think and listen to music and daydream peacefully for hours on end

yet knowing this I'm eager to live out there in the world where
time seems to have a different pace and thoughts blur into one or
leave altogether to make room

for doing.
Nina "elysium" Inspired - 15 years, 5 months, 15 days ago

A silver-studded silence.

this shivering
from cold or
loneliness or
doubt or anticipation
maybe a mix
of all of the above

coldheartedness unexpected yet real
doubt as to whether change is constantly now
anticipating the possibility of tomorrow with
you unexpectedly in it

a trembling, vulnerable
acknowledgment of now.

☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺
Nina "elysium" Inspired - 15 years, 6 months, 3 days ago