poetry

Rambles, thoughts, emotional trauma dumping and more! Fresh from my notebook.

Artwork: Poetry by Otto Mäklä

i want to be one with the earth.

Permanence is the goddess I pray to at night.

They meet me in the middle of the hall;
the hall where doors unfold like lists of unsaid words.

My pomegranate love will swell with the spring.

At this moment you stand in quiet contemplation.
Take a breath. There you are.

We share a twin popsicle, cherry-blood half-moons melting down our fingers.

Summer is too golden to waste.

I am stone, porcelain, flesh, bone