Kristina Auburn
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Pinned
The mountaintops
glow tonight
Up here, where
they carve poems
into the Milky Way
Somewhere distant
in their foothills,
your mind remains
A quiet cabin
where loneliness
feels like home
I haunt you there,
leaving sandy footprints
on your doorstep
And the scent of softness
on your sheets..>
glow tonight
Up here, where
they carve poems
into the Milky Way
Somewhere distant
in their foothills,
your mind remains
A quiet cabin
where loneliness
feels like home
I haunt you there,
leaving sandy footprints
on your doorstep
And the scent of softness
on your sheets..>
On nights like these,
you are too beautiful..
I find it difficult to stare
as I should..
So what can I offer the sky..
Who only asks
that I never look away?
you are too beautiful..
I find it difficult to stare
as I should..
So what can I offer the sky..
Who only asks
that I never look away?
July 11, 2025 at 12:13 AM
On nights like these,
you are too beautiful..
I find it difficult to stare
as I should..
So what can I offer the sky..
Who only asks
that I never look away?
you are too beautiful..
I find it difficult to stare
as I should..
So what can I offer the sky..
Who only asks
that I never look away?
You speak
in stratospheres,
raining stars..
I try and catch
them in my hands..
To swallow
them like water..
A thirst..
As if I could ever
drink enough of you.
in stratospheres,
raining stars..
I try and catch
them in my hands..
To swallow
them like water..
A thirst..
As if I could ever
drink enough of you.
July 11, 2025 at 12:12 AM
You speak
in stratospheres,
raining stars..
I try and catch
them in my hands..
To swallow
them like water..
A thirst..
As if I could ever
drink enough of you.
in stratospheres,
raining stars..
I try and catch
them in my hands..
To swallow
them like water..
A thirst..
As if I could ever
drink enough of you.
You seem
to like me this way..
Messy, wild-hearted..
Hiding in your sunsets..
Bleeding watercolors
between our worlds..
to like me this way..
Messy, wild-hearted..
Hiding in your sunsets..
Bleeding watercolors
between our worlds..
July 11, 2025 at 12:12 AM
You seem
to like me this way..
Messy, wild-hearted..
Hiding in your sunsets..
Bleeding watercolors
between our worlds..
to like me this way..
Messy, wild-hearted..
Hiding in your sunsets..
Bleeding watercolors
between our worlds..
Am I guilty
of gathering your clouds,
clutching them greedily
while other eyes trace
their downy outlines?
of gathering your clouds,
clutching them greedily
while other eyes trace
their downy outlines?
July 11, 2025 at 12:11 AM
Am I guilty
of gathering your clouds,
clutching them greedily
while other eyes trace
their downy outlines?
of gathering your clouds,
clutching them greedily
while other eyes trace
their downy outlines?
You deserve
a love untethered,
With no binding chains.
I tilt my gaze..
I don’t want
to be grounded.
I need wings..
Soft, gossamer things..
That kiss the accomplice
in your wind..
a love untethered,
With no binding chains.
I tilt my gaze..
I don’t want
to be grounded.
I need wings..
Soft, gossamer things..
That kiss the accomplice
in your wind..
July 11, 2025 at 12:11 AM
You deserve
a love untethered,
With no binding chains.
I tilt my gaze..
I don’t want
to be grounded.
I need wings..
Soft, gossamer things..
That kiss the accomplice
in your wind..
a love untethered,
With no binding chains.
I tilt my gaze..
I don’t want
to be grounded.
I need wings..
Soft, gossamer things..
That kiss the accomplice
in your wind..
But what
can I offer the sky..
The grand expanse of you..
When there is no freedom
in this invisible cage?
All I can do
is kneel at this alter..
My shrine of chaos and confession.
can I offer the sky..
The grand expanse of you..
When there is no freedom
in this invisible cage?
All I can do
is kneel at this alter..
My shrine of chaos and confession.
July 11, 2025 at 12:11 AM
But what
can I offer the sky..
The grand expanse of you..
When there is no freedom
in this invisible cage?
All I can do
is kneel at this alter..
My shrine of chaos and confession.
can I offer the sky..
The grand expanse of you..
When there is no freedom
in this invisible cage?
All I can do
is kneel at this alter..
My shrine of chaos and confession.
Reposted by Kristina Auburn
Puts her emotions in a zip lock
and throws them in the freezer...
and throws them in the freezer...
December 7, 2024 at 8:06 PM
Puts her emotions in a zip lock
and throws them in the freezer...
and throws them in the freezer...
A willful elocution reverbs in the first snowfall.. everything is white but your eyes.. their look alone is summer prose.. your lips to match.. I am kempt in warmth..
December 8, 2024 at 8:56 PM
A willful elocution reverbs in the first snowfall.. everything is white but your eyes.. their look alone is summer prose.. your lips to match.. I am kempt in warmth..
December came again, wearing her pale gossamer gown.. she made me forget about my past with a frostbitten kiss.. my lips a pretty juniper berry blue as I sit in the chill of her arms..
December 8, 2024 at 8:49 PM
December came again, wearing her pale gossamer gown.. she made me forget about my past with a frostbitten kiss.. my lips a pretty juniper berry blue as I sit in the chill of her arms..
Reposted by Kristina Auburn
Under autumn’s veil, the horse awaits, Bare teepee frame, where change dictates, We march ahead, through nature’s gates, To winter’s camp’s warm embrace.
Weyekin Heart
#poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #culture #poet #spirit #nature #writingcommunity
Weyekin Heart
#poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #culture #poet #spirit #nature #writingcommunity
December 7, 2024 at 2:05 PM
Under autumn’s veil, the horse awaits, Bare teepee frame, where change dictates, We march ahead, through nature’s gates, To winter’s camp’s warm embrace.
Weyekin Heart
#poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #culture #poet #spirit #nature #writingcommunity
Weyekin Heart
#poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #culture #poet #spirit #nature #writingcommunity
Reposted by Kristina Auburn
Eyes of wisdom, deep and wise, Curly mane beneath the skies. Shadows dance in black and white, Strength & soul in every sight. Together we shall roam the lands, Bound by trust & guiding hands
Weyekin Heart
#Poetry #weyekin #poem #culture #poet #spirit #nativeart #horse #tradition #writingcommunity
Weyekin Heart
#Poetry #weyekin #poem #culture #poet #spirit #nativeart #horse #tradition #writingcommunity
December 8, 2024 at 7:44 AM
Eyes of wisdom, deep and wise, Curly mane beneath the skies. Shadows dance in black and white, Strength & soul in every sight. Together we shall roam the lands, Bound by trust & guiding hands
Weyekin Heart
#Poetry #weyekin #poem #culture #poet #spirit #nativeart #horse #tradition #writingcommunity
Weyekin Heart
#Poetry #weyekin #poem #culture #poet #spirit #nativeart #horse #tradition #writingcommunity
Guttural..
Gutter girl..
Discarded
are my prayers..
I have nothing
but solitary
sidewalk sermons
since you left..
I am woven
into the darkness
of the night..
2 AM gathers me..
I pace the avenues
of my mind..
Missing you,
I speak in tongues
to street angels
Asking for grace..
They don’t talk back..>
Gutter girl..
Discarded
are my prayers..
I have nothing
but solitary
sidewalk sermons
since you left..
I am woven
into the darkness
of the night..
2 AM gathers me..
I pace the avenues
of my mind..
Missing you,
I speak in tongues
to street angels
Asking for grace..
They don’t talk back..>
December 8, 2024 at 1:26 AM
Guttural..
Gutter girl..
Discarded
are my prayers..
I have nothing
but solitary
sidewalk sermons
since you left..
I am woven
into the darkness
of the night..
2 AM gathers me..
I pace the avenues
of my mind..
Missing you,
I speak in tongues
to street angels
Asking for grace..
They don’t talk back..>
Gutter girl..
Discarded
are my prayers..
I have nothing
but solitary
sidewalk sermons
since you left..
I am woven
into the darkness
of the night..
2 AM gathers me..
I pace the avenues
of my mind..
Missing you,
I speak in tongues
to street angels
Asking for grace..
They don’t talk back..>
It took much courage..
For her to take mere steps
that felt like a canyon’s crossing..
To allow you to feel her closer..
Breaths apart..
To meet her bashful eyes..
Connect with your
saddened heart..
It took much courage
to trust enough..
To open herself and gush
poetry in your hands..
For her to take mere steps
that felt like a canyon’s crossing..
To allow you to feel her closer..
Breaths apart..
To meet her bashful eyes..
Connect with your
saddened heart..
It took much courage
to trust enough..
To open herself and gush
poetry in your hands..
December 8, 2024 at 1:22 AM
It took much courage..
For her to take mere steps
that felt like a canyon’s crossing..
To allow you to feel her closer..
Breaths apart..
To meet her bashful eyes..
Connect with your
saddened heart..
It took much courage
to trust enough..
To open herself and gush
poetry in your hands..
For her to take mere steps
that felt like a canyon’s crossing..
To allow you to feel her closer..
Breaths apart..
To meet her bashful eyes..
Connect with your
saddened heart..
It took much courage
to trust enough..
To open herself and gush
poetry in your hands..
Reposted by Kristina Auburn
They embraced for a long time
One of those deep hugs that you never want to end
Where you felt like you'd break, if you let go.
He said, "you're lovely." She replied, "I know."
He laughed and for that moment, she was happy.
One of those deep hugs that you never want to end
Where you felt like you'd break, if you let go.
He said, "you're lovely." She replied, "I know."
He laughed and for that moment, she was happy.
December 3, 2024 at 4:29 AM
They embraced for a long time
One of those deep hugs that you never want to end
Where you felt like you'd break, if you let go.
He said, "you're lovely." She replied, "I know."
He laughed and for that moment, she was happy.
One of those deep hugs that you never want to end
Where you felt like you'd break, if you let go.
He said, "you're lovely." She replied, "I know."
He laughed and for that moment, she was happy.
Reposted by Kristina Auburn
Every kiss
Was a baptism
Every touch
Was communion
My prayers were silent
But my worship was not
Was a baptism
Every touch
Was communion
My prayers were silent
But my worship was not
December 3, 2024 at 4:33 AM
Every kiss
Was a baptism
Every touch
Was communion
My prayers were silent
But my worship was not
Was a baptism
Every touch
Was communion
My prayers were silent
But my worship was not
Touching you
without touching you..
It's the rawest form of torture..
Fingertips that graze these thoughts
and shred my will..
Sweetness and sorrow..
Can you feel me?
Am I lost?
Do my tears and sighs
caress your mind?
My existence is a thread
woven into your veins..>
December 8, 2024 at 1:13 AM
Touching you
without touching you..
It's the rawest form of torture..
Fingertips that graze these thoughts
and shred my will..
Sweetness and sorrow..
Can you feel me?
Am I lost?
Do my tears and sighs
caress your mind?
My existence is a thread
woven into your veins..>
Reposted by Kristina Auburn
…When your eyes finally
adjust to the darkness,
There’s nothing left
to be afraid of…
adjust to the darkness,
There’s nothing left
to be afraid of…
November 20, 2024 at 11:18 AM
…When your eyes finally
adjust to the darkness,
There’s nothing left
to be afraid of…
adjust to the darkness,
There’s nothing left
to be afraid of…
Reposted by Kristina Auburn
a courtyard
of courtesy
black & white
fantasies...
perfect words
spilling onto
blank sheets...
brown eyes
watching angels
descend...
pink flowers
scattering,
once more
love dreams
of you again~
#inkMine
of courtesy
black & white
fantasies...
perfect words
spilling onto
blank sheets...
brown eyes
watching angels
descend...
pink flowers
scattering,
once more
love dreams
of you again~
#inkMine
November 12, 2024 at 12:28 AM
a courtyard
of courtesy
black & white
fantasies...
perfect words
spilling onto
blank sheets...
brown eyes
watching angels
descend...
pink flowers
scattering,
once more
love dreams
of you again~
#inkMine
of courtesy
black & white
fantasies...
perfect words
spilling onto
blank sheets...
brown eyes
watching angels
descend...
pink flowers
scattering,
once more
love dreams
of you again~
#inkMine
Looking into your eyes
felt like being pressed backward
Towards the edge of a jagged cliff
There was no resistance from me..
Just a sigh that felt like a scream..
In that kind of fall,
I never felt more alive..
felt like being pressed backward
Towards the edge of a jagged cliff
There was no resistance from me..
Just a sigh that felt like a scream..
In that kind of fall,
I never felt more alive..
December 8, 2024 at 1:05 AM
Looking into your eyes
felt like being pressed backward
Towards the edge of a jagged cliff
There was no resistance from me..
Just a sigh that felt like a scream..
In that kind of fall,
I never felt more alive..
felt like being pressed backward
Towards the edge of a jagged cliff
There was no resistance from me..
Just a sigh that felt like a scream..
In that kind of fall,
I never felt more alive..
Snowfall in summer..
Mindscape of solitude
where mountains
lay themselves at your feet..
Only you know this kind of peace..
Were you surprised to find
you could trust a stranger’s eyes?
To let a friend in
and sojourn at your hearth..>
Mindscape of solitude
where mountains
lay themselves at your feet..
Only you know this kind of peace..
Were you surprised to find
you could trust a stranger’s eyes?
To let a friend in
and sojourn at your hearth..>
December 8, 2024 at 1:02 AM
Snowfall in summer..
Mindscape of solitude
where mountains
lay themselves at your feet..
Only you know this kind of peace..
Were you surprised to find
you could trust a stranger’s eyes?
To let a friend in
and sojourn at your hearth..>
Mindscape of solitude
where mountains
lay themselves at your feet..
Only you know this kind of peace..
Were you surprised to find
you could trust a stranger’s eyes?
To let a friend in
and sojourn at your hearth..>
Do you wait for me..
Or do I wait for you?
Me, under street lamp
You, a sun at noon?
My milky moon is patient..
But the heartstrings are not..
Tugging fretfully over
outstretched miles..
Closed eyes surmise
How yawning the space
can be between minds..>
Or do I wait for you?
Me, under street lamp
You, a sun at noon?
My milky moon is patient..
But the heartstrings are not..
Tugging fretfully over
outstretched miles..
Closed eyes surmise
How yawning the space
can be between minds..>
December 8, 2024 at 12:52 AM
Do you wait for me..
Or do I wait for you?
Me, under street lamp
You, a sun at noon?
My milky moon is patient..
But the heartstrings are not..
Tugging fretfully over
outstretched miles..
Closed eyes surmise
How yawning the space
can be between minds..>
Or do I wait for you?
Me, under street lamp
You, a sun at noon?
My milky moon is patient..
But the heartstrings are not..
Tugging fretfully over
outstretched miles..
Closed eyes surmise
How yawning the space
can be between minds..>
Reposted by Kristina Auburn
kindness
is love made gentle
without the force
of need
is love made gentle
without the force
of need
December 7, 2024 at 11:16 PM
kindness
is love made gentle
without the force
of need
is love made gentle
without the force
of need