Eyes Like Gold

 May these brown eyes melt in sun
Melt down to pools of gold
The treasure they seek
Hidden in this vessel’s hold.
 And may they in oceans sink
Like shipwrecks close to shore
Always to be seen
And soon to become lore.
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Closed Door Policy

Close each open space that you left open and conceal that which was exposed at one time or another. May the only parts that remain permeable be small and far between. Certainly try to remember where all the places that closed have been.

Thank the Sunrise

She said “fuck it” none of it is worth it

This feeling of insufficiency in you and you and them

She said “sleep it off”

Addictions are better left

To be treated in the bright mornings

When the candor of the sun sings its light

Into your eyes, enkindling your vision

With flames of truths that have been burning around your body.

Reversed

 Say that you love, but don’t forget to leave
Only to return later when the foundation has already burned down.
Be ruthless in your destruction of
Leaves and trees ridden in memories of days
When you were nearby, close by, for the other waiting.
 Don’t forget to leave, but always say that you love
When homes have been burned down and you later return
To the destruction and ruthless
Memories of days of leaves and trees
Waiting for each other, close by, nearby.

Willing

Did they ever deserve what you gave or did they just receive because you did not know the value of your own worth? Had they known, like you, would things have stayed the same or would something else have been brought forth? To trade or to gift, did you know the best techniques? Or had you worked hard to, in their minds, being forth a shift?

Were you ever able to show what they truly meant for you? Did they know of the places to touch that would, in your core, strike true? Perhaps they could prove to you that all you’d love for you they’d do.