Miss?

Miss.

Boney

What do?

What would you do?

Your lights are dim, the jaws heavy
the skin aches
worries make the teeth weak.
worry say; silent constraints -
 driving myself, as
you know, and yourself
greater, go.
Stop laying in your muddied feathers
your
sorrowed guilt
no conversation -
just brief outbursts of
emotions, teeth biting clawing
at words unsaid
thoughts unspoken
yet guilt worn on your sleeve.
Chose chosen to be here
to stand
together-
our jaws will snap
the sun Giant wakens
and our shadows will mingle
as we move forward into brighter days.
my sky is open
your legs tangled with mine
as we listen to the walls cave in
the leaves rushing by in
uncertain winds
little thoughts
little worries
collecting in the corners
dancing in the room sometimes
as wind kicks them up
We'll glide again, my love, worry not -
mind your temper
and i'll see to mine
swallow the pride -
because the future
ours, hers
depends on it.
Challenge the sky, snap your teeth
but hold humility close.

stones.

is is.

bLack and green

Hullabaloo

as teeth.

as teeth go

evERYthing.

So some months ago, I'll daresay, it's hard to pinpoint exacts in these cases - I was exposed to music, by word of Sorne.

We flew down.

Summer thoughts.

How much has changed this summer.

Show.

show.

Where did that go?

The Silent Kingdom.

Silent Kingdom.

charge

Where is my charge

challenge

Skin challenge

This came about as an accident.

Colours.

are your jaws

Loss of the Self.

It comes up seldom. But here it is again.

You said "Write", so I will, since talking verbally of these things seems to create friction.

AdMISSions

Last night.

tWOknoTs

grey TEETH

admiT.

biTE

I biTE the sun
I chase the cLouds
watching waiting
our time to come.

crinkLE02

Crinkle.

boneJAW

Chewing on my own bones here.

trUSt.

Wum.

sayWhen.

growGROw

My Hands, Her Hands

jawWEight