scarlettsnakes
poetry is my lense.
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my neverland
I keep my ideals close to me
Like a poker player keeps her cards to chest
I hold them, play with them, sail away with them in my mind
I run to that conservatory in that field where the cold grass towers over my ankles
The lushness mirrors the fullness of my heart
The creaking white door that leads to the room harbouring my deepest desires
The smell of the flowers
The touch of pothos that hang firmly in their being
I am awakened and alone
And the sunshine sees me
I keep my ideals close to me
So that i can find refuge in the mourning dove’s song in the night
I can smell peonies, taste the heavenly succulence of cherries on my lips
Feel the shade of the willow tree
Where i observe the magnificence surrounding my pores,
Which are the first to absorb change.
The gentleness of rain.
I wait for a story to come to me, and sit down,
And write.
I keep my ideals close to me
My awakened dreams in the night
A lost cabin in the woods
The smell of tattered, old books
The way calathea feel between the finger tips
Its velvety existence
Musk of the cabins past life
The dust tells of it’s strife
it lies in the walls, the ones that don’t speak
What stories live among the antiques?
