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tendrils of something tangible evading my touch
I guess everyone has bad days.
There's so much you can never know about a person, even as the years go by.
I spent all my time trying to figure out people. I think I learned a lot.
Now I'm tired of everyone, and that subtle way humanity has of not surprising me. The only one I really want to know
The only enticing mystery, the enigmatic crumbling and the primordial cracking and rumbling,
The chiaroscuro soul I want to pin under the microscope,
The rare cryptic smile drawing me in,
The single beating heart tempting me with its trance-inducing thrums,
The only monster I want to face and name and tame
Is the one in me.
chiaroscuro
A favirute word. Love it! Introspective write. Cool - slc
Happy to oblige :)
Feel free to take any word you want!
Me I'm the other side of that
Me I'm the other side of that coin I'm tired of working on me I'm fixing everyone else instead it's much easier! ;) I really like the way you unpacked this poem I felt like I SS in my own mind. Awesome
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
LOL!!!
I wonder when one of us will randomly stumble upon someone or something that’s actually not broken and in no need of repair. What will we do??!!! LOL!!!