The Truth About Magic

by Atticus Poetry

the quiet ones at parties looking out of windows wondering about the stars.

snuggling feels important.”

We just want the world to love the little monsters that we are.

One of those forever kinds of friends where anything can happen and nothing will change— they just always are and forever will be.

All I dream is for our shadows to spend a little more forever together.

We aspire only to live our lives well, to fall into the gentle to and fro of life, and the refrains of seasons and tides rocking us slowly & finally to sleep as old and loved as we can possibly be.

you must pull that thread unravel the truth of you and wake within yourself that great giant you already know you can be.

that thought makes me brave.

she made me strong enough to fight them.

There will always be that moment when we look at someone for the first time in love with them.

instead they met as two old souls worn well from a life of true moments and together they lingered in each other’s last few shadows soothing scars from a life well lived.

she was looking for someone to catch her imagination and remind her what she was looking for.

for a life without them is a life unexplored.

I could see her smiling in her sleep so proud to have me safely trapped between a rock and a soft place.

Somewhere in the great landscape of time there is a garden growing the most beautiful rose that has ever been and that will ever be— you are that rose, forever to me.

Don’t waste a second of your time convincing other people you’re worth loving.

Keep it now it is my gift to you for you will not get more— and that, my love, is my gift to me.

her worst mistake was forgetting to remember there was more.

live in it, soak in it and let it evolve you into your next and greater form.

A TAPESTRY OF SCARS.

And when someone’s been through the worst of it already, pain doesn’t come as much of a surprise, they just sit down tie their shoelaces wave to old demons, and get on with it.

the one they don’t tell you you’re doing it right just by living, and everything will be okay.

We are much more useful to the world in forgiving ourselves than hating ourselves.

To a poet, the broken flowers bloom the brightest.

Bookstores are wormholes to all the could-have-beens, the has-beens, and all the maybe-be’s.

The way you look when you sleep is the perfect secret whispered only to me.

Your scars are not your shame he said they are your story, and I love stories.

You and I are stars met once in the breath of a universe crossed only for a moment

as the ebb and flow of dust and atoms.

Each beautiful thing we love starts first as the dirt of dust and stars.

We humans are flowers bloomed only to die. But we are beautiful still in the gardens that we’ve made.

Somewhere sitting on a cloud deep in the sky there is a secret list written by an angel that holds all the wonderful moments your life has yet to come.