Two lone wolves colliding
Take it in stride
You’re by my side
At least for now I see you
At least for now you see me
Uncovered, untrue
A derelict pair
In search of the truth
Two paths colliding
Circumscribing
Writhing and striving
A deep uncouth
Brute force
No remorse
The light came from a distance
I am the witness
bear with me
with you by my side,
I could conquer the world
and I just hope,
for the life of me,
that you never want
to let go of my hand
-nereum // feb.25.21
“I want to get you out of my head and get you into my bed..”
Mmmmmm, I could use a little of you covered in honey - eUë
Missing Piece
Meeting you was like finding something I never knew was lost. There was an emptiness and my heart was always yearning, but for what, I never knew. Then I met you and discovered that it was you who held that missing part of my heart all along.
And now, I don’t know how to live without it.
—Fatima Haider
‘She’ - James McInerney. Poet & Author of ‘Bloom’, ‘In between the lines’, ‘Red’, ‘The Pieces that Collide’ & ‘Everything I Write is About You’ OUT NOW on Amazon/Kindle.
Who can explain such things? How this world stretches over the horizon, teeming with life, can feel so cold, so lonely when one soul departs from another. In truth, I do wish we could have left together. For now my heart is torn, ripped, and I have no more to give this place, no more to offer. Without you, I’m left with nothing but words upon a page and an emptiness where you once rested. ~ B.T.
broken, crumbling, i’m grasping
at the edges to keep myself from
falling; hollow, haunting, left in
the dust, i’m trying to make sense
of how it was you who left me
- you vs. me | k. romesburg
there was a word
he held it tight
it guided him
through
endless nights
was just a word
would set days free
but as
they’d break
well, so would he
there was a word
he held
it tight
it strengthened him
imbued with might
he knew not
peace
could not he heard
yet owed a debt
to pen and
word
was just a word
for all intents
it could offer
no
recompense
beyond all that
he had inferred
it was only
ever
a word
there was a word
it was his world
a tattered
book
with pages curled
so tightly gripped
in his clenched
fist
tendons rose
upon his wrist
there was a word
it
cut him deep
his wrist lay bare
the price was steep
his
fingers gave
hand laid open
the word was gone
still
unspoken
was just a word
for all intents
it could
offer
no recompense
beyond all that
he had inferred
it
was only
ever a word
there was a word
that he
revered
which also birthed
his greatest fear
didn’t ask
much
but took his core
was just a word
yet so much
more
there was a word
he held it tight
upon a time
an
endless night
without regard
for consequence
made it his
world
that just made sense
was just a word
for all
intents
it could offer
no recompense
beyond all that
he
had inferred
it was only
ever a word
there was a word
it
was his world
a tattered book
with pages curled
lost to the
day
broken, disturbed
without his world
without a
word
(2/25/21)
Over two decades I’ve been living in her mind
Afraid of a world outside that hates my kind
Afraid to be true to just be real
I sit alone in the darkness pretending I don’t feel
Another form walks about he takes control
Directs this minion and she does as she’s told
A phony a fake, they dance this masquerade
They put on a smile as they march their cis parade
I try to over power him, try to overcome
But my form is too weak so I just succumb
To the darkness that surrounds me here inside this void
Knowing she’ll never let me out I’ve become so paranoid
I have no shape, I have no face
I have no life I feel displaced
Dysphoric is the only state I know
It’s filled me with agression and so I let it grow
Perhaps anger is the answere, angst is the key
I’ll take him down with rage and claim victory
He’ll be too blinded when he sees his idol is fake
His control will be broken and mine to take
We’ll be free of his tyranny free of his hold
Free of his vision, free from this mold
Or I’ll die trying it’s worth a shot
I’ll take my chance cause it’s all that I got
I cannot help but think of your sweet smile, and the ache that follows in the knowing I shall never see it again, the warm embrace you would always greet me with, I am now left without, the touch no longer felt, your shy smiles and soft voice has now left this world cold and lonely, your gentle heart and kindness felt no more but in dreams, my memories, and this place left far too hollow without you. ~ B.T.
I’ve tried
to become someone else for a while,
only to discover that he, too, was me.
-Stephen Dunn
if there were more of you the world would be a better place