Marr

i think i'd rather advertise my flaws—
they say far better things about me
than mere virtues ever could—for
what's the worth of doing good
when doing otherwise was
not even an option?

#poetry #wip (maybe)

the cluttered mind collapses:
fractures first, then falls to bits;
each tiny piece detaches
for their edges never fit

#poetry

quick, fleeting frost-like
thoughts iced over, crystallized
in mental amber

(a #haiku again! apparently the only kind of #poem i can complete lately haha)

spicy sweet cold sinks
into the shadows of this
sunny winter day

#haiku #poetry

snowmelt, washed away,
joins with the earth
in part, at least;
and, though earnest
are the offerings it leaves,
in time, it yet again will freeze.

#poetry #poem

violet-tinted mist makes up the morn
and in the distance calls the horn
across the sea, striving to warn

#poetry

maestro stills their hand;
a dropped baton
draws one more swell
out from the band
as if a wand casting upon
the world a spell

#poetry

you!
it's you!
i never knew
what love meant
'til we met — it's true!
...but hasn't happened, yet

#poetry

i wish the wind would blow again,
and stir the stagnant steam
sitting so heavy in the air. i cannot
stand the sickly scent that
seeps and sticks inside my nose, to
all my clothes; not sulphuric,
but quite close; a far cry from how
a storm's supposed to smell.

#Poetry

i'm bathing in sunlight,
topped by foamy bubbles;
left to simmer, i'm a swimmer,
and the water is my keep.
but oh, the way that star-!
it burns, and boils like the sea!

#poetry #author

wooden wind chimes in the distance, blown by northwards winds, so brisk and fresh wind chimes in the distance, blown by northwards winds, so brisk, and fresh, and fleeting— reoccurring—"And again!"

wrote a haiku then had the thought: "what if i wrote this as a freeform?"

#poetry

silky steam is dancing through the air
—fleeting and free, without a care,
no chain, no cage, no cause to bare;
were i the same, what would i dare?

#poetry #poem #author

winter holds her breath—
in the silence all that's left
are the marks that mar
the surface of the snow.
in between each moment,
one second to the next,
if you stop and wait
a truth to you is shown—
halfway you will be met
by a wordless message sent,
within which you'll find
all that you need to know

halo on the water dark,
whipcord thin and sharp as shale—
a knife that cuts as though a gale,
illuminates the tree line stark.
sweet onlooker, take in the sight,
and know that soon the sun will crest;
be witness as it journeys west,
all while carving out the night.

#poetry #author

the moon is out in daytime,
not a cloud is to be seen, for
this past evening's winter gales
have blown them north.
the sun, it hovers south of west,
thirty degrees until it sets;
and in the east, the darkness waits,
to occupy what room is made.

#poetry #author

i've never felt so clean
as in the middle of a storm,
swept up by the wind and
set alight; i could have sworn
it was as though i were in flight

#author #poetry #wip

my body, eternal:
i'm messed up, i'm mortal—
i sing at the top of my lungs
all my thoughts, they are hung
from the sky, like a noose
from on high, then cut loose—
i'm losing, i'm lost, oh my mind!
will you love it in kind?
will you treasure this brain
and this body the same?

#poetry #author

oh, there was a time where i saw poetry, near every place i looked; in every raindrop, every book— with every single breath i took— by every moment i was hooked and thusly reeled in by the draw of the world as seen through words. but you see, lately i've been moored, in my stagnation i am bored— held to the shore by fraying cords, no sail, no helm: two fatal flaws.

#author #poetry

a spray of snow
is dancing down off of the branches overhead;
crystal and cold,
sunlight weaving through each mote just like a thread.
walking below,
this moment catches on my eye as though a snare;
blinding and bold
before the moment passes on without a care

winter sinks its teeth in,
but summer won't let go;
autumn obfuscates the
fraying edges of the world.

#poetry #author

it's morning now and
frost gilds every blade of grass
like silver leaf that
frames the edges of each page
in some old and precious book

#tanka #poetry #author

hours after sunset,
moonlight catching on frost as
it forms on the grass

#haiku #poetry #author

what does it mean to yearn? laid out upon the rocks as waves come down, they crash and burn. to wash away the salt with yet more brine is a mistake—what traces have you found left in its wake? for every sigil carved upon your face there is another on your heart; for every silence that you break you can still find a smaller shard kept safely hidden in your mind.

#wip #poetry #author

blushing trees form a corridor;
down the lane, branches all
comport to weave together
in a lattice of bright leaves,
through which fall winds blow
and autumn sunlight sieves

#poetry #author

yeah idk why it did that, it was automatically there when i clicked to make a new post and i didnt know what was going on 😂

autumn is as always:
at 9 upon the clock.
as flowers droop
trees fill with fruit
before the harvest stops.
leaves begin to color,
then begin to fall,
heralding the season
that is coldest of them all.

#poetry #author

the sun, over easy,
round and pale
behind a glaze
of morning fog

#author #poetry

when crows fly overhead
i feel no dread,
for what is there to fear?
can omens be so clear
as to be firmly found as fact?
i think not, there is no tact
in a fortune set in stone.
luck cannot alone
decide your fate,
nor portents implicate
a future that is fixed,
for it can always be remixed

#author

you think that they
can make you strong
without looking within?
strength that comes
from someone else
is weakness, in the end.

you think that you can
lean on them when
all is said and done?
a tree that grows
entwined with stilts
can never stand alone.

#poetry #author

i know my arms
are far too small to
hold all that you are;
i know my strength
is far too weak to
get me very far.
my sentiments are
not worth much when
weighed against my acts
—though they are few,
there's nothing quite
so heavy as a lack.

#poetry #author #wip ?