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constellationshe was a star
shone bright in the
moonlight and even
in the sun when the
skyscapes reigned blue.
she was a star but
she was a constellation
when the skies
were dark and
she wasnt alone.
she was a star and
she was a constellation
but there were
so many more
so many less
she was alone.
bright on the far
side of the galaxy because
it was in her nature;
she was a star.
sinning was the devil's metronomesound some sort of siren
sound some sort of bell
because i swear that when we wake up
we’ll all be trapped in hell and
i can tell
there wont be any screaming or yelling
just admission to the fact that yes.
you deserved to be there one hundred and
fifty percent and yes,
you did sin hard and sin fast,
sin bigger and badder than the best of us
with the rest of us.
sinning was the devils song
a music note he dragged along with
every word he wrote
his crafted pen of fabled hope
that he threw down wells like rope
and watched bodies swing instead of cling
from crags and cliff walls
damagei. the filling heat felt like
a curse back then,
but as the bickering wind
whipped up into
the open window and
drained the warmth
right out of his hands
he mourned the loss
of the beating
sun on his sweat-slicked scabs.
ii. carelessly, it spit
in his direction, a
delicious burst licking
out of the fireplace like
a tongue and he reached
right for the flame and
caught it in his hands,
the heat stinging his
but he hummed and laughed at all of the
rawness. it wasn't the first time
iii. he sunk into the chair
and watched the sun set,
waiting for the chorus of
crackles and whipping drapes
to envelope his brain. and
he fell asleep to the sound
frayed skin and all.
featurethis week i'm going to feature one of the most darling people i have ever met in my entire life, *intricately-ordinary♥
this girl...she is the whole package. she has beautiful writing and a beautiful heart. she's talented and sweet and she's just...god.
here are some of my most favourites of her writings:
if you have the chance, you should read her works and tell her that she's beautiful.
she's an angel and i'm so honoured to know her♥
sleepwalkingcome on darling boy,
take my hand it isn’t far now
we’ll be safe if we’re in tandem
a days walk to the north into the land of
love, you’ll find us twined up
precious hand in precious hand-em
come on love follow me into the caves
your love a molten atmosphere
emanating off in waves
like torchlight as it silhouettes
glovéd fingers on pale skin
a kiss within the heart
that’s condemning me to sin
come on dearest there is reason in your eyes,
honeyed tongue to thickened lead
slips between your ruffled guise
i feel it in your trembling
you’re breaking slowly underneath
being bared for me to see
like a sword drawn from its sheath
your soul drawn from its scabbard
your blade has pierced my heart
i kiss your eyes while you are sleeping
and like a dream i part
nebulousmy heart leaps up when i behold
the stars that lick the sky.
in light i bathe
when grazing nebulae.
the rocket flames begin to fade
and to the moon
and in a bubble
from the rubble
covered in star dust and ash.
weary, i take a seat in a crater
made for me.
reclined against the dusty field
i stare into the
s e a
i bathe in the light
and by the stars
my heart will
until the end of days
absenteei always tried to draw the dark.
to sketch the shadows that lingered too long in
the corners of my room like
the corners of my mind.
but then again,
i never did like self-portraits
sirensmamma always used to warn me
about the boys i'd run with.
"if you ain't careful
he'll tempt your heart
right out of your
and into his open hands."
i drowned out her words with
and the next time i turned around
i saw my
splayed right in his palms
i fell in love with judasthere was a time, once.
you were the fucking seas, boy,
i was one step above,
i, the roaring ocean that all the rivers
delegated you to, and god,
you flowed into me.
a wise man once prophesised
All Roads Lead to Munich
and what the fuck did that ever mean?
you said yes sir in time to the drums i beat
and you said yes sir to the opposition
when our front lines had retreated.
we were fucking wolves
with devil grins that crucified
Innocents and Evils
and then stopped for tea
with no heavy hearts.
you'd had bruised knuckles.
and so i thought for one
that if i let you
peel back my skin like
you’d find everything you needed.
but the seas en masse were always
spoiled rotten fucks,
that smoked like chimneys and
swayed with the wind, unlike
the omnipresence of the ocean.
is there a strong enough word for betrayal
that means "i wont forgive you
in any incarnation" ?
funny, your eyes were my colour,
ocean blue, skeletally so,
how to write a love poem(only if you want to fail)You gave me a piece of paper,
And told me to write a poem
so I bent, broke, twisted the harmless thing
Used the ink as glue
And made us paper wings
You whispered, "let's go"
Standing on the edge of the world
then we jumped
hanging by a contraption
of the figments of my imagination.
We were flying so high
We said we'd never come down
Just as the sun burned away the paper.
One precious moment of paradox
It's a pity we remembered to die
before we came crashing to the ground.
The sensation would've been something
tape dispensersmother doesn't know & daddy wouldn't approve
of the number of times i let him touch me.
wasn't raped, but wish i was.
then i would know exactly what's going on
because now we're stuck in the middle of
tears & plastic rings
and neither of us can look the other
in the eye without
i declare 31 promises & confessions
at a time; i'm not good enough for 1.
detroit told me you would leave & the
thought of my hair, dark and cascading,
would never cross your mind in the winter.
the breeze of my breath into the hollow
of your throat would never be felt again.
don't touch me the way you touched her
that one september night - i deserve better.
i contemplated being your whore for the
duration of 4 summer months.
even though the season ends in september,
i know i'll be feeling your phantom fingers
between mine through the middle of next july.
etched your lack of virtues into my ribcage,
my left lung falters & i am choking, i am choking.
experienced your ugly, put up with your fake
meditationthe blueblack sky yawns;
a many star-eyed angel
lit from the inside
bright white and waning
she closes her wide open mouth
swallowing the howl she closes
her moon mouth, her inner suns
are cold, still
the universe, full of emptiness,
lays her heaviness upon the world
in the darkness our heads turn upward
and there from the pearl roundness a whisper
and someone enters Nirvana
along her quiet, hidden tongue.
impression Ishe dresses slowly, slipping
tired arms into little black dress--
sleeveless holes hide nothing.
the morning light spilling in
shadows his back, casting shoulder blades
in high relief.
lotusshe was newness, heart whole
and unblemished, bones
whispering promises and
fresh limbed innocence.
when life bent her, gritty
and silted, she bathed her
soul in minute puddles
and whispered comfort
to the tears of her bones.
where others hardened,
she split herself, spilling
heart fragments and
leaving the bitter seed
of hurt buried beneath
a concrete landfill--
devoid of food
it could not grow.
stretching, limbs taut
and ready, she flung
herself wide and wild
rebuilt her innocence
into a new kind of purity.
workfirewading through alone
oceanic crowds of strangers
to share festering fire
laughing in the sky
as they explode in feast
i have all i need
a lucky lighter
and enough fuel
to cover myself
there's nothing else left to burn
lightning lacking a thunder
i dance, not in pain
outracing plumes of dead smoke
look at my blooming in glow
maybe my ashes
can climb to reach stars
before we fade away
Rain SongA thundering fanfare
The shattered sky
And the hot air scatters.
At long last
You have come.
You cast out
The wild passions and frenzies
And a still mind.
With your icy command
You drive away
Asking no questions
Demanding no rewards
All seeing and all knowing.
Pounding through arteries
You fill my lungs
Seeping into every bone.
Washing me away
Until nothing remains.
I hope things get better soon.
There's little to help a weeping soul,
one committed to crying.
There's little to help the tortured person,
who walks into the traps.
Somehow my sympathy is weaning
for people who don't seem to see.
It's like they just don't understand
that they can turn around and walk the other way.
It's not necessary to be sensitive
to topics like weight and height.
It's not impossible to make things easy
for yourself, instead of this eternal fight.
I watch it happen, time and again.
They come back telling me all about
their latest date who might be violent,
Their car problems that probably are nothing.
It's hard to watch,
but it's even harder to comfort
when the inevitable happens
and all I want to scream is
you did this to yourself.
Still it is little words,
I hope things get better.
So easy to say online,
when they don't want to hear
that they did this to themselves.
They don't want to know how it happened.
I could proba
Under StarsStill I don't quite understand
How the world in which these emotions tumble
Could tilt back and forth
With such strength
And so sudden
One moment in bliss
And another in agony
Like a sinking ship being given a second chance
Over and over again
At the back of my mind
I fear the day the ship's chances may cease
To be engulfed in the wide ocean once so generous
And with its last dying breath
Embrace this fate that has come to it
But regret it had not lived enough
In those second chances given
To its life under the stars
I might seize a second chance
And live so not in fear of the ocean
It will come to be my home
But for now
I live still under stars
pipedreamhomesick, he said,
words like fire as they
dripped out of his head
lovestruck, he cried,
words like ice when
he says them he sighs
deep, melancholy lullabies
dumbfounded, he wept,
words like the tender
broken heart that he kept
cuddled under his ribs
for a place that like
love, didn't exist,
but he tried
enough to find it.
as he tried to stop the
chatter running around in his head.
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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