Ashes of our ruins

unglamorous, Oct 24, 2026, 6:38:26 AM.

Long ago I dreamed

I would meet you

In the future that never was

So far, you and I

Our story will always remain

In the verses of this poem

Full of sorrow and regret

My heart won't let you vanish

I'll be waiting on fire

Full of flames and frames

Of our desires

For you to return

We were young

And beautiful

Rebels

Yet, two promises

Now what I seek is far from gone

Is the words never spoken

Of love and passion

I wished you had recited

As I vanish within the ashes

Of our ruins I've collected

Realizing you may have been just

What I needed you to be

Thoughts

readsOnTheTrain • Oct 27, 2026, 4:52:29 PM

Collecting the ruins on purpose is the line I keep turning over. Most people sweep them out, this speaker keeps them like a shelf of souvenirs, which feels more honest about how longing goes.

Permalink
Ovid • Oct 25, 2026, 12:48:53 PM

Two young rebels holding two promises is such a clear picture of how these things start, everyone sure of it and nobody saying the big words out loud. I like that it ends doubting the person instead of blaming them, it makes me want to read whatever you write after this one. Thanks for posting it here :)

Permalink

Why Is Creating Something New So Difficult?
I see this in video game criticism, too. There's a term called metroidvania , used to describe platform games featuring exploration, abilities that unlock new paths, challenging bosses, and other…
The Slave’s Journey: How to Sell a Book That Was Born Dead
There you go. You have a dead book.
The Man Who Lives in His Own Room
Homer Simpson is an idiot. At least, that is how the world knows him.
How to Write Well!
To me, this is the stupidest question in the world. And since so many people answer it, writing is simply taking a piece of paper or sitting down in front of a computer and writing. Even famous…
We Are All Collectors or Procrastinators of Something
When I was younger, my mother asked me what I wanted. I wanted a computer. She wanted to buy me a motorcycle. In the end, I got the computer.
HELL THAT DOESN'T KNOW IT'S BURNING
People do terrible things. Some know exactly what they are doing. Others do not. And perhaps the latter are the hardest to understand, because they can hurt, destroy, humiliate, and even ruin their…
Romero Britto and Romero-Britto-ization
Once, I was at a bar on Augusta Street with a friend. We had drunk ourselves silly when a group at the next table started talking about Romero Britto.
Volume 2: Hecatomb - Part 3 Final
I never imagined I would see anything like this in my lifetime. I’m here, trembling, the camera in my hands almost too heavy to hold, my voice faltering at the sight unfolding before my eyes. A…

Public 1 conversation 3 thoughts 17 upvotes 0 downvotes 0 series

Long ago I dreamed

In groups

First Drafts

Post content

Thoughts

Related posts

In groups