Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Category: Prose
A Journal for Damned Lovers
Days without you in them are barely days at all. Almost doomed to repeat and stagnant for I want every kiss in the morning with you and every cuddle good night. I want to be your countertop lunchtime hug and mid afternoon on my… Continue Reading “A Journal for Damned Lovers”
The Cycle of Life part I
The first note of awareness wasn’t a quick sharp thing. It was a greying at the edges of deep black. A slow brightening. A stretching. And then you were. There had been violence to your creation. There was all around you essence of something… Continue Reading “The Cycle of Life part I”
In Reality, There’s No Buried Treasure
I fell in love with a writer once. It was so easy to slide right into those words and make them mine. To pretend that sometimes they were words written just for me. They weren’t. They were about other people. I knew it. But… Continue Reading “In Reality, There’s No Buried Treasure”
Loyalty
What happened to loyalty? We seem to have forgotten it. Ever in the pursuit of finding something better, something bigger, more likes, more follows, and wistful notoriety, we have left behind this basic principle. Even in your mistakes, missteps, hiccups or poor choices, triumphs… Continue Reading “Loyalty”
Winter Peace
I’ve been spending as much time as I can on my beach, letting the quiet soak into my bones and its peace cover my soul. I have a narrow road to recovery but it is these moments that I find myself able to heal,… Continue Reading “Winter Peace”
A Thousand Things I Never Say
I have a thousand things to say to you. If only you would listen. Oh, you hear my words, but you don’t listen to my heart. The meaning beneath what I say. My casual, how are you today? means that I am thinking about… Continue Reading “A Thousand Things I Never Say”
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