poetry-between-the-cracks

[poetry-between-the-cracks]

hands of anger,

dreams filling my head,

chest heavy with heartache,

we both went to bed.

(a.c.)

[poetry-between-the-cracks]

I loved contrast -

black,

white.

you,

me.

I guess that's why we saw differently.

(a.c.)

[poetry-between-the-cracks]

Illuminate my sins upon the shadowed bedside table lit up by lamps which show me that purgatory exists.

Tell me, in a lowered voice, exactly how much higher your hopes were before the switch was flipped,

and the heavens fizzed,

and we found ourselves scrambling in the dark to find one another before we forgot what to be looking for.

Whisper into the night that the sun will rise again, even if I disappear into sunken silence by then.

(a.c.)

#E333 Sample

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A well full of wishes. My two cents on your well being. The echo of dreams sinking into frigid time. A memory frozen into the future. A past constantly thawing into thought.

An unclear transparency we chose to gaze into. The opacity of the need to look away. Wrong place, a lack of birthdays,

Wrong time, an inexperienced mind.

Growing discomfort from the chilled soak. The shock which logic broke. Dove into emotion, expecting to drown. Looking for the ocean, and surfacing when you found

concrete ground

and quarters on the floor. Parts of a whole, rust on the soul. Until luck draws,

lands on heads,

We'll leave our tales left on read.

And still, I wish you well.

(a.c.)

#and still i wish you well #a letter

[poetry-between-the-cracks]

I'm not drunk anymore I'm just in the clouds.

[poetry-between-the-cracks]

what reenact meant, for me

___

how must I explain

the histories which recreate

a past full of pain?

(a.c.)

#haiku

[poetry-between-the-cracks]

a spring where silence grows plenty

a season of your promises run empty

(a.c.)

#spring #officially #it has been a long winter

[poetry-between-the-cracks]

you do not think once, 

twice,

about asking songbirds to sing. 

you do not remember,

realize,

they also long for listening.

(a.c.)

#the desire to be heard #the desire to hear #you say you will listen but will not give me your ear #poetry

[poetry-between-the-cracks]

your breaths are less sharp, 

your fingers will bend,

your heart aching to break the ice

now that winter is at an end.

(a.c.)

#it has been a brutal winter #poetry #winter

[poetry-between-the-cracks]

Change

within a new writer,

through a different name,

but I assure you, love,

my hand holds a pen the same.

(a.c.)

#the return of a writer #and the introduction of another #thank you for your patience

[poetry-between-the-cracks]

hide and seek

I may not be it,

but I would not complain

if Death happened to find me,

trying to hide the pain.

(a.c.)

#poetry #shittypoetry #death

[poetry-between-the-cracks]

This year, the holiday cheer

is in the good spirits

of brandy,

bourbon,

and beer.

(a.c.)

#shittypoetry #poetry #drinking #alcohol

[poetry-between-the-cracks]

I have never been more aware

of my aching soul

and breaking heart

Than after you left

and pulled them apart.

(a.c.)

#poetry #shittypoetry #sleepless #regret #heartbreak #i have no idea anymore

[poetry-between-the-cracks]

personification.

A tree, in the winter of its youth, with

a hollow stomach,

shaking limbs,

head full of leaves-

or lack thereof-

and a carving in the trunk

of a heart

fading with love.

(a.c.)

#poetry #shittypoetry #love #better known as #heartbreak

[poetry-between-the-cracks]

Effect

things are great,

fine,

okay,

but i haven't gotten over it yet-

the unneeded pain,

hurt,

guilt,

that i will always cause and regret.

(a.c.)

#shittypoetry #poetry #regret

[poetry-between-the-cracks]

Cause

i couldn't tell you who i was

when i did what i had done

disassembled,

destroyed,

and then wrecked.

nor could i tell you

about what i've become

start,

end,

cause and effect.

(a.c.)

#poetry #shittypoetry #regret

[poetry-between-the-cracks]

It's okay.

-The hardest decision you can ever make