Poetry and quote image archive.

to write for you is to find you— to breathe inside the details i write to uncover what lingers the moments the scatter of difference the existence just out of sight i find you in thought in depth between you and i i tra…

i wonder if time finds you between doors of hallways longing devotion of memories we leave each other in i remember your face i long for your skin atop my arms the grasp of you interlocking into me and i feel you here a…

i find myself within consciousness begging to carve a shape from the blur doors shift in motion some open some vanish some were never there i long to exist in the hush of nostalgia where breath was lighter and silence s…

the rain bleeds ice on sheets blankets in twists i could be between a muse and a fence buckled beneath words and rhythm new questions blanket hesitation i ring into words i thought you speak in night and i feel nothing …

i plead into noise the rope around my neck i feel this a darkened opening holes in shallowness blends and vibrations your voice the tension pull it rip it the scabs of my neck the void of our truth the way you spoke in …

to find you in dreams i etch you the feeling of you is ever so melancholy i remember your knees fumbling to be breaking to find eyes of midnight butterflies in the crest of the moonlight i find you between doors of thur…

i lie into the thought of you broken by versions tempo and chaos we divert into what we feel we believe in time all things eventually heal yet healing is slow like echoes in fog half-heard, half-gone yet stringing us al…

i fade into thought searching for touch in depth twisting between deep breaths hollow feelings darkness temptation and virtue we spin in this to transcend i resist the excuse lies and emotion tempered vocals i feel the …

i wake behind mirrors not in them just behind the metal edges where reflection goes bleak i stood in clothes that once held shape but now hang loose like questions without marks our sky forgot its hue and i forgot how i…

i find you in doorways beneath mats in the quiet evenings on the floorboards of time we bask in questions just to feel a sense of time worth living i found essence in satin a touch wrapped in uncertainty frayed by absen…