A reincarnation

 

It didn’t burn like my ambitions did,
it didn’t break the way ideals always do,
just vanished, like an angel in the clouds,
with wings made of white nothingness
and the feather it dropped is probably fantasy
as on the vestiges of my loss grew tendrils of
a few insipid dreams, fragile as a tentative faith.
The bliss I search now is not in ignorance,
or despite the despotic logic that refutes
and mocks, it’s not in my dreamy escapades.
With an unfounded resolve, I delve deeper
into the excavations of the lost cities of innocence.
Nothing deters me, not the aches of a lost limb,
of the lost wing that once carried a purpose, of life.
At the end or the beginning of another origin
a reverberating voice speaks, to me,
speaks like me, rising without pain
from the ocean within, piercing the
a stone that is now the rational heart.
Not everything is lost, it echoes
in everything you write and as long as you do,
innocence now reincarnated as hope.

 

He likes to be called as ESP and be known for his blog: https://esprambles.wordpress.com
At most he can say that besides the mundane, he loves to read and write or rather ramble.

Cannibals Of love

- - #lesbian #dyke #sapphic #lgbt #girlswholikegirls #girlswhokissgirls #girls #women #aesthetic #cyberpunk #vaporwave #vintage #retro

 

Darling, you look like
you’ve never washed the hair
of someone
who hurt you
I’ve always been
a Good Samaritan
when it comes to
aiding strangers
but I can’t go on
pretending I’m doing this
for you
the airport lies abandoned
as I check in my luggage
air sealed hearts
and finger food
we’re cannibals of love
eating farewells
until our next tragedy
takes flight

 

 

Henna is a novelist and a poet from Finland, interested in surrealism, science fiction and making people around her uncomfortable. She  blogs on WordPress as HJD writes. Visit her there.