You Will Be Too Raw For Some. You Will Be Too Loud, Too Big, Too Fierce, Too Quiet, Too Deep. These Are

You will be too raw for some. You will be too loud, too big, too fierce, too quiet, too deep. These are not your people.

S.C. Lourie

More battle jacket concept art (first time drawing tentacles be nice pls), this would properly go along a hem.

How do I explain

That I have a desperate need

To be held tight and safe

But that I am exhausted

To the point of rotting

And can’t reach out to you

Any more than a twitching finger

On a half extended arm

So if you find

You have a day or two free

Please come, slowly, into my life

And offer whatever life you can spare

Or even just some contact

I would happily spend months

Safely wrapped in your arms

It’s truly a miracle 

How good company 

Makes the worst day bright with joy

Time flies without pausing

But every second stretches to accommodate 

Every smile and joke

That’s the difference between

Solitude and loneliness

How the time passes

Days stretch for years

Lonely homes echo no love

I need to be Dead or I need to be happy. I will accept no substitutes (except maybe cake) and no inbetweens.

Sacred Trinkets

I meant it when I said:

I carry this with my whenever

I’m facing something difficult

Or even just need a helping hand

This small trinket

Slips into my hand almost on its own

Providing comfort in the memory of you

So if you can’t be there in person

I still have a small shard

Given by the angel of the forest

This little frog

Brings more than I could ever articulate

But I hope this poem

Goes some way to explaining why

I have a little less fear.