heartofmuse

[heartofmuse]

Sometimes my soul choses to rest between your words so it can find the ones it buried deep within.

e.v.e.

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[heartofmuse]

If I only had one “I love you”

and my whole long life to give it,

I’d give it to you today.

A hasty, precious choice,

but you should know that

my perfect joy

is soft, blue,

close to

you.

[heartofmuse]

i no longer know what you are up to

i don't know if you tried a new snack

and now it's your favorite thing to eat

when you've had a long day

i don't know what song you have on repeat

or if you put it on on the weekends

just to make everything else go away

i no longer have the right to know how you feel

if there is a possibility of you missing me

and the future we had planned

i do not know a thing about you anymore

but i will hold on to the old you

the one that loved me and at some point in life

said i was their "once upon a time"

- nick <3 (updates)

[heartofmuse]

oh, to be home!

to feel the essence of familiarity

a sense of clouds lifting

knowing where moon glow filters

through blinds and exactly

which window has the best

morning light

I am the hope chest in the corner

with a thin dusty layer of memories

across the patina of years

rubbed and oiled to a sheen

of forgotten events opened

carefully a frayed satin ribbon

holding letters crinkled with

different inks and loves

grandma’s doilies and crocheted

coloured yarns of tales

life events kept unopened

the rush of loss too strong

a chilling north wind swirls

keep the lid closed holding

hope in a safe room

pearls close to my heart

©️-Aubrie-2024

for the prompt by @wordrummager

and tagged by @definegodliness &

@mylovaboxa thank you ❤️

[heartofmuse]

She stayed in the place I loved the most: our history.

Se quedó en el lugar que más amé: en nuestra historia.

[heartofmuse]

Let's destroy our hands from so much writing and not from so much silence.

Destruyámonos las manos de tanto escribir y no de tanto callar.

[heartofmuse]

I see the sunset fall over the waves of the sea, and the clouds, in their cottony sumptuousness, rise in the skies, covering the moon and its twilight with their grayish hue… And I think of you, suddenly, as the invitation to drink a sip of the most exquisite nectar; thus, orange and indigo, hoisting to the foam that my lips already kiss as I savor your translucent lunar silhouette.

Veo caer el atardecer sobre las olas del mar, y las nubes, en su algodonosa suntuosidad, se elevan por los cielos, cubriendo con su grisáceo matiz a la luna y su luz crepuscular… Y te pienso, de pronto, como la invitación a beber un trago del más exquisito néctar; así, naranja e índigo, enarbolando a la espuma que ya besan mis labios al saborear tu traslúcida silueta lunar.

[heartofmuse]

Settle

Settle in

Lay down your bags

Remove your shoes

Release the weight

In your arms

In your legs

Slow your breathing

Pause.

No more running

Or planning what's next

The sun is reaching through the branches

It's a soft, warm glow this morning

The coffee still steams a little

And each breath is fresh and full

Your muscles

Your joints

Are begging you let them fall

Just be

Curl up in the blankets

And stay

Stay

For a little while

In this place

With me

[heartofmuse]

I’m obsessed with these beautiful books with painted edges!!! Always judge a book by its cover (or edge painting) <3

[heartofmuse]

NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 4.1.24 “A Sword-Of…“

By any rights there is a tip In which to puncture, pierce, or point To take direction, or which to lead Articulated as one would a joint From that tip, so sharp as to let blood drip Befalls a blade as sharp and shattered as battle let It serves its purpose in its own service bled To execute all direction, duty-pointed who have met From tip to blade to hefted-hafted handle Across from whom would so carefully guard Where upon I place my hand To carry this is not awfully hard With swift movement to darken nightlight’s candle This is not a heavy thing, yet burdensome to bear Pommeled steel hold all so tight; yet little goes as planned By my side with ease to wear From heft to hit a sword is held As civil shield or callous cutpurse; with it the world – be felled

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[heartofmuse]

Carved into my flesh, deeper and deeper she went until my very soul was claimed. Every part of my being scorched by her touch, her kiss, her presence. She is magic and I am unable to resist her call. I am hers for as long as she’ll have me. ~ B.T.

[heartofmuse]

I have found things worthwhile in this world: the kindness of a stranger, true friendship, the innocence of a child's laughter, the beauty of dreams, true love between souls, and the joy of writing, to name a few, and while I have also encountered the deplorable I wish to focus my eyes on the beauty and the worthwhile, the things worth saving, the things worth living for.

e.v.e.

[heartofmuse]

En la fortuna que es tenerte está la razón y el propósito de mi vida.

In the fortune of having you is the reason and purpose of my life.

[heartofmuse]

Share away your stories!

You will catch a glimpse of them if you read my poetry or my writing!

Thanks for the ask! Keep reading! 🫶🏻🌹

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[heartofmuse]

Why does married men place their status as single on social media?

Probably for a variety of reasons but mainly to hunt.

Thanks for the ask!

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[heartofmuse]

You need to let me feed you.

I’ve never felt a craving like this (I dare say) in my life.

A second plate of good intentions is like an oatmeal cookie with raisins (without nuts); I want to like it, but I just don’t.

I know the effort is pure of heart, but the grapes have seen a brighter day and used for better ways, like sentient wine.

I know you don’t need me to say this, and you’ll say your plate is full.

In time try to feed me with logic, when all I want is inexplainable you.

[heartofmuse]

one: a bloom of emerald,

budding and bursting and breathing,

new growth on the love line,

bright lime like fresh spring pine

another: green, begrudgingly,

waiting out a drought,

faded sage and from the shade

stealing glances at a verdant glow