Fathomless is the mind full of stories.
Haunted my nightmares Resurrect in the daylight To dance on my grave
By Obsidian Words4 months ago in Poets
These broken bones scream Stories from souls of old wounds Begging to be heard
Family has many fonts Filling the pages of my autobiography And it spells itself anew each time. F, for the forging
I have come to learn that change Is quiet Not the parts that lead up to change That is loud And messy And full of uncertain chaos
I brace myself Eye of the storm mocking me With a false sense of security A reminder that this is all but a moment Amongst the magnitude
By Obsidian Words5 months ago in Poets
In my mind there are claws Vapid memories that are yours That across my mind draws Reminders of the past I can dust them away
There is more than one way to disappear- to become memories in the wind considered in passing and brought back through fleeting
Words unspoken have presence, The weight of unspent potential. Brick by brick they build Developing whole worlds Soliloquies forming the scaffolding
By Obsidian Words6 months ago in Poets
Serenaded by sanguine seagulls I sprawl in the shadless heat of the sand. The sun sparks in shining streaks across the sea and I squint at the sight and smile at how it sparkles like sapphire turned molten, smelted by the noonday scorching mood of Sol.
By Obsidian Words7 months ago in Poets
Silver linings, Cold, blue days Simple things Amidst the greys. Tiny ripples Throwing light In chaos triples
Waiting, wilting, Water. It's a cycle, like the clouds Bound to be, yet Unbound by bureaucracy And me? Pot or not I'm stationary.
By Obsidian Words8 months ago in Poets
I built this home in silence Steel beams, a fortitude long built, Forged by molten anger, Bricks of betrayal and A mortar of silver linings—
