Temujinsword

I don’t know what to say. There’s an ache. Deep down somewhere, I don’t know. Like the muscles of my body are trying to curl in on themselves and die with every thought I have. Like they’re trying to find a cave that they can disappear into. Or dig a nest of safety. Surrounded by barbed wire. To hide. It’s something. Not quite pain. A dull ache that takes away my breath. Then relents again when it seems like it’s too much. Just a little. And it’s never enough. Then it’s back again with a vengeance like the thoughts that spawned it. And then it bubbles up to my face and warms my cheeks until I

Poems flow like river stones Over hill and mountain goes To try and reach the sea below And on its surface boats can row The sea is like a novel then Rise up only to fall again For water is an ancient friend Our bonds may strain but never end The clouds drift by like thoughts of ours Cross the land for many hours And all the creatures run and cower In the shade of wilting flowers And the flowers are like scripts you see Entertaining you and me Brightly coloured they should be Though their petals are not free But the water will fall once more Raindrops bouncing off the floor What does this cycle exist for? The waves that lap upon the shore

I don’t know what to say. There’s an ache. Deep down somewhere, I don’t know. Like the muscles of my body are trying to curl in on themselves and die with every thought I have. Like they’re trying to find a cave that they can disappear into. Or dig a nest of safety. Surrounded by barbed wire. To hide. It’s something. Not quite pain. A dull ache that takes away my breath. Then relents again when it seems like it’s too much. Just a little. And it’s never enough. Then it’s back again with a vengeance like the thoughts that spawned it. And then it bubbles up to my face and warms my cheeks until I