of nothing in particular

By verbacordis

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A poetry/short story collection of mine without any planned themes or direction. More

waiting for the blood moon
in essence (part I)
the longing ember
ordinary identity
the modern pursuit of happiness
dust
dreams in the cavity (dreams of BreƱa)
away
triduum
in essence (part II)
reservation for one, dream for another (neither quite so sound)
tumbling
are you a flicker?
causality
today i cried
daydreaming
as the world falls down
fallen flower
maraschino luxardo
ancient fruit
all the death surrounding
drowning narcissism
dead silence
whirlwind
how many days
prime numbers
exceed
autumn has fallen
unanswered
reasonable suspicion
the time has come again
burnt out bulbs
another winter's dance
the breadth between now and then
absolute amphetemines
at arms length
nothing is real
post 1/1/23
dear daughter
another strangers car
existential rambling from the perfect comfort of my home
one more fleeting feeling
kaleidoscope
secondhand smoke
24th birthday
your couch
all i really want is
hangover
medusa
blinding language
sailing
does that make me a monster
a shadow
spiderweb
my time is coming to an end
mine

little darling, you are my heart

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By verbacordis

one microscopic cell, equivocal to a seed

i make my core the earth that cradles you

soft, warm dirt seems to be your universe

but only for a time, my child, not forever

for now you remain nestled deep, a precious stone

a shining treasure so far undiscovered

you must be patient, and you must be careful

soak up the rains that seep into your earth

but be wary of steps which make you tremble

they lead so many places and will linger as well

but there are very few places they truly call home

know that feeling, my little love, that sense

that tells you everything is all right

orientate yourself while you can do so passively

to make it just a little easier later on

if you ever find yourself apart from me

and wanting to return, just know when to stop

after you have been walking for ages

only sensing the vaguest path beneath you

just know that feeling when it surrounds you

as though you never needed to learn it

be still, little darling, as i wish that i had

know yourself and know your place

whatever and wherever that shall be

make it yours, so resolute and undeniable

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