I look back over my shoulder to find

you looking back at me. Your face is kind.

Where I expected accusation I

found forgiveness. In place of disgust, I

am edged on soberly by acceptance.

Noticing the mirror, I break the trance.

She doesn't have to feel this way

Embraced by guilt,

Bleeding shame

She can't see who she really is

Underneath all this hate

She's not sure how to find herself

She can't remember joy

All she knows now is loss

All this unbearable pain

She misses him more each day

Her baby boy, gone

Stolen fiercely away

She doesn't want to know

Who she is, without him

To laugh, without him alive

Feels like a sin

She would rather die

You’re a god

omniscient

omnipotent

omnipresent

I try to hide,

but I can’t seem to escape

your prying eyes.

So I run.

You run fast.

I go everywhere,

but you are everywhere

I give up.

I admit defeat

and raise a white flag.

let’s love.

he bottled up his

emotions and

set them adrift

in my oceans

...

xo, isthatphill <3

the astonishing color of after

she twisted her hair around her finger

strands of blue faded to the color of broken sea glass

the sun buttering the windows

the taste of the oolong tea is colored by the smell of smoke- salty wisps

the sky had turned electric

and the sun was cutting stripes across his face

giving him a mask made of light

butterscotch smear and the faint wash of carnelian

moon-cold floor

colors invert

crumbled to silty ash

tessellated.

ribbons of black smoke

purple-grey seeps into the sky

stained in charcoal

umber of dusk

crunchy pieces of autumn sprinkled across the lawn

the sky is a velvety indigo with the hint of dark silvery clouds

my mother once told me: the clouds you see at night hold promises.

buttery soft sleep

the morning light pale and water and shattered. broken into a million pieces.

black, spreading, fissuring

she burns like a star.

Līvidum

•

o’ midnight blue

churned up the lucid view

of future shaped by shattered past

forever that never lasts

written in our stars

that shone through you

in my midnight blue

and mem’ries could only go so far

o’ midnight blue

unbeholden its darker hue.

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Uncharted journeys —

slumbering in dreams of embarkment

fill these veins so we

don’t need to be

grounded.

They spin stories sweetened with Dutch cocoa,

and French-press coffee talk

over oven-fresh macaroons,

and open-air evening dinners

under Venetian sunsets made perfect

over pizza margherita and powdered cannolis.

We enclose miles through walking,

and chart new pathways over

endless hours talking

amidst gentle winds of lemon merengue

and cotton candy marmalade skies.

We will know each other through mind and soul,

a passport to territory terrifying and new,

but something that seems safe and steady.

We are all nervous hands,

sweat-kissed skin,

and clumsy lips —

but these pages in time become

more than momentary bliss.

And I think about falling.

And I hope I am falling.

And in my dreams I think,

even if he does not trip himself over me

on these cobblestone streets

beneath Prometheus-blessed lantern lights,

I think about how this feeling of falling

is everything —

Especially when this crash landing

pulls it’s way into home

over someone like you.

I write to ignite frightened minds and remind them of the might they might be inclined to find inside the confines of life interwined with divine vibes and sublime rhymes propeling lives to rise and thrive. I write because words are magic and sentences are spells, and the thought of underutilizing ourselves is tragic so I feel frantic to go savage and ring some chilling bells. I write because letters are elements, words are molecules, and paragraphs are the means to create worlds forming books upon shelves. I write because I can.

Understand?