You are a black rosestill leaning toward the sunlightyour lack of color so sleek and distant but in your nervous eyes, a sparkguiding me to a pathway filling the sky with silver threadsthe moonlike a video of youdancinglike a recording of your voicesayingHello? Hello?I’m here Kindred Spirit.
Author: thelayersoflove18
Names Changed to Protect the (not so) Innocent
I am continually revisingaltering details, such as namesbecause I want to talk about life with those who are sitting hereright beside me, or just across the room But I know that disguise won’t workno one will be fooled by my tomfooleryI am a clown it seemshe, that person named Adamwhose name is not Adam, keeps…
April Fool’s Day
The sense of isolation that comes with livingin this society, circa 2025is difficult to comprehendof course, I cannot truly speak to anythingbut my experienceliving in this country, the USfor the past few decadesabout this, I can say much I have struggled throughout my lifeto feel connected to other peopleto immerse myself in a deepalmost total awareness…
The Heavy Beauty of Our Life
On a bike at night with no lights going the wrong way down the street I’m alive right now, at this moment that’s all that matters I get it burn from the inside out But seeing this makes me cringe and laugh no, not cringe, but squirm not laugh, but whoop I’ve…
Black Velvet
I brought the black velvet cape thinking I might be chilly as the evening wore on but I ended up dancing to the DJ and my body was filled with warmth blood pumping not allowing in the cold So the black velvet was tucked away behind the DJ booth until the night began to wind…
Seeking Lilith or I Found God but Couldn’t Keep Her
Listening only for a moment to soundsother than the pull of the tide over the sandy rocksemerging from the fiery waters of the sun like Lilith Why have I been cast down from my proper place?Strolling by they may see nothing or possibly the creative force two separate beings admiring themselves in the mirror stretching…
Listen to the Voices
I want a cocktail but there’s no booze in the house I haven’t gone to the liquor store I’m trying to be good so I open the bottle of Sauvignon Blanc in the refrigerator just a glass to get me through the night I listen to the voices of poets sweet sad sounds that pull…
You Are Much More Than a Memory
You are much more than a memoryYou are something profoundthat I lostYou did not slip awaybut were ripped from meYou will say I was disdainfuland you are rightbut I never meant for you to goI was upset – that’s allI wish I could take away the painI’m so sorry that I hurt youThe two men…
Awake Now
I awake with words in my mouth contemplate them briefly until the light of day streams in kicking all syllables aside I rise with a pounding in my head a tightness in my chest know the pounding will not cease the tightness uncoil unless I pop a pill stop staring at the light so intently…
The Layers of Love 