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Becoming lost in your embrace Thousands of silken strands binding us togetherA maze of thoughts and feelings envelops us...
03/03/2022

Becoming lost in your embrace
Thousands of silken strands binding us together
A maze of thoughts and feelings envelops us as we are
And yet no riddle is left unanswered, as we work together
Unraveling every single puzzle with deft fingers
Hands long practiced in the art of that which holds our hearts
Without so much as a half breath of hesitation we plunge
Into the depths of this most arcane of bonds, this magical love

Today I am dysfunctional because: it’s hard to do the mundane in the presence of the Faë
02/22/2022

Today I am dysfunctional because: it’s hard to do the mundane in the presence of the Faë

“Short & Sweet”
02/22/2022

“Short & Sweet”

Comfort in your armsAnd the way you hold me closeTurns off the static
02/22/2022

Comfort in your arms
And the way you hold me close
Turns off the static

You showed up from the aether A ghost from my pastWe held hands under summer sunHave cried together under winters moonYo...
02/14/2021

You showed up from the aether
A ghost from my past
We held hands under summer sun
Have cried together under winters moon
Your name is carved into my ribs
By the beating of my happy heart
Sharing spells, opening locked doors, polishing self reflective mirrors
I sleep the deepest when I feel your dreams next to mine
Restful little deaths together entwined
Amethyst and Rose quartz embedded into flesh
Reliquaries made from the patron saint of these dreams
Blind hands find each other within the blackest of tides
Floating along the shores of screaming steel belching corrosively
Terrifying Strength hidden under the gentlest of cloaks
Holding hands as we breach the sands
Not an easy task but we know this will last
A wonderful heart wrapped in bone
A place to finally call my home

Snow capped pillars marking gravesLost souls hidden under the gurgling creekFresh paths of yesterday made scarce by fres...
02/11/2021

Snow capped pillars marking graves
Lost souls hidden under the gurgling creek
Fresh paths of yesterday made scarce by fresh powder
The water is alive with the flashing of scales
Wander onwards and upwards along the places we use to haunt
But the ghost of my heart is no more
Stitched together by loving hands
An amalgamation of so many pieces
I am not new, we are not fresh or clean
This is something better, an understanding of sorts
Working together to love ourselves as much as we love one another
Every flaw and every success everything that makes us what we are
Because this path may not be new to us, our feet remember where to step
Still my eyes sparkle in wonder because it all looks to beautiful to just let slip past
Our breath is uneven - mine is deep and slow like a forest asleep your own is faster, more shallow, like waves on the beach
And isn’t that the perfect place to rest and wonder
Where the trees break away into sand and sky

Today I am dysfunctional because: it has been so long since I have put pen to paper that the silence feels like the tall...
02/11/2021

Today I am dysfunctional because: it has been so long since I have put pen to paper that the silence feels like the tallest wall.

11/15/2020

She spoke to me while I lay in a deep dream
Reached for me at the bottom of a lake of unconscious self hate
Found me laying among stones worn smooth with time and pressure
But I was not lifted from this place, simply asked to open my eyes
I saw the swirling pools of filth and tears flowing here
Lifting my head we locked eyes, and she has owned a piece of me ever since
I have bottled my love with rose petals and sage
Sealed it with runes of victory and protection
We still cry, on the shoulder of one another and at times together
Forming rivers with the sadness we have each carried in our hearts
But the beauty of those silver streams awakens hunger
A desire once believed to be buried in graveyard dirt and time
I have been swimming for so long that everything hurts and screams
I am pushed onwards by the flickers of light I saw in that dream
A light that shines where I want to live and dance and breath
She did not lift me from my grave - she only asked that I open my eyes
She shows me beauty I don’t think I’ll accept
I hold her close but not tightly, she has every right to fly free
She holds my hand, kisses my skin, and speaks of me as if I was art
She says she can see deep forests and rivers in my eyes
But when I look in hers I see sunflowers on an ocean
That splash of heart warming gold on a bed of steely blue
She did not lift me to be saved, only asked that I open my eyes

“Short & Sweet”
11/15/2020

“Short & Sweet”

Glistening droplets of city ran landing on crimson petals Autumn days feeling like summer, the nights are nothing but wi...
11/13/2020

Glistening droplets of city ran landing on crimson petals
Autumn days feeling like summer, the nights are nothing but winters chill
Fallen petals are gathered and bottled for longevity’s sake
The crunching of bones and fallen leaves under my boots
Circling round and round, Wandering this graveyard one last time
Hoping to catch a glimpse of the ghost I use to be
So many secrets, so many years of lies that slide between teeth
But serpents don’t live in this garden, here there is only trees bearing fruit
No longer tasting ash with every breath, something has been lifted
A self fulfilling prophecy of destruction and chaos is no more
Sunset caught and refracted by dewy drops of rain
Hold tight, hold fast - because I never want for this to end
Endless corridors of locked doors being flung open one at a time
Honey pours from our lips into the waiting ears held wide
Held tight by the threads woven by Faë fingers on hawthorn hills
Souls of warriors, hands of lovers, eyes of beasts untamed
Fire that hasn’t burned, and ocean sweeter than honey
The entangling grip of flowering vines on these old bones

Today I am dysfunctional because: something is making me glow so hard that it feels like my skin is shining.
07/16/2020

Today I am dysfunctional because: something is making me glow so hard that it feels like my skin is shining.

This cascading presence of something small and powerful just out of sightThe delight in steps once made as the ending mi...
07/15/2020

This cascading presence of something small and powerful just out of sight
The delight in steps once made as the ending might have changed
Sacred treasure of my people, a gift given and taken by all
A dim flickering light inside an otherwise dark and crowded space
Silhouettes flash before me for an instant as it is swallowed once again in shadow
But this light does not break, nor does it leave us alone
The strength it gives can be enough to go the greatest lengths
This light can drive the weak of mind mad with impatience
This light inside all of us - is hope

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