Scribbles 'n Bits

Tag: new scribbles

  • better, then

    a cherished few return 

    Friend, I’m sorry,
what even happened? 
Tolerable enough
that "hey" would do.
    
like a boomerang

    I cannot stay, 
only come back.
Tell me what you need.
A wax figure 
constant to the flame. 
How do you see fit?
    
picking cherries out of life

    Husks on the ground,
a shell of a man. 
The kernels rotten,
ugly and obscene.

  • Gravitate

    The first came from answer,
a place you'd least expect. 
The last place on earth
rest between your lips. 
A final question answered.
Where every person lay.
A journey finally ventured,
dead silence caught, 
magnificent 
and utterly afraid.

So rudely interrupted.
Destined, 
from the middle  
to the end of a line. 
The story not faded, 
but truly refined - 
a switchback no one knows. 
The last mark of ink.
An ‘x’ between your feet. 
Dig deeper still
until you sink beneath.