SeashineSacred skinwhere heavens and oceancollide,an imprint on salted lungsan echoof aching, ofa moonlit yearning upon therolling tide.
Sky EyesDesert hands tell talesof a hundred arid summers, butyou are no longer as cloudless as they(there is a stormcreeping through blue, blue veins).But tell the sky to keep her sorrow,that grey cascade blurring againsteyelids and horizons;and suppress her misbegottendroplets, seeping into the soddenground underfootfor there is still sun in your sky eyes.
FableMoon cloaksfallen fromshoulders,(and you are)left clad in onlythe softest ofshadows.
SehnsuchtOctober again;and the curtains billowwith broken glass echoes andMendelssohn's bride waltzingto better times(einzweidrei)She becomes the rain,and breaks her own heart as the sounddripsright through us.
ApsaraFind me sunken into thelotus field, bathing skin silvergreen,waist-deep and pinkin sunset, and we will cry:for three-faced elephants,for rain,for the dancers threading gracebetween their fingertips—until I dress in the heaviness,a sarong of heat.
LointainListen carefully, for I am plucking spider-web harp strings in the light of your glistening, rain-sodden breath. There is such beauty in this city, and in symphony, you seeso keep rhythm with these skeleton trees dancing on street sides, winter branches quivering. Can you hear the beat of your heart? Its cadence is being matched by that of the shadows, ephemeral figures waltzing hand-in-hand across cobblestones and twirling at the very cusp of the lamp posts' soft glow... Sway now, my dearest, to the allure of this chorus in the night; to the echoing sound of this moonlit sonata.
LiliyaBright-eyed,bird-bonedwhisper girl;dark-dressed,moon-backedmistress of light.
SerenissimaSlumbering sunstake a midmorning nap;alleyways bright withgolden ladies,their smiles canal-deep.Nightfall brings guides:stone sighs and dead light,(never so alive).
DebussyRestless under theclairvoyant moon—dreams quiver likecandlelight againsta long-lost muse.
AffannatoIf my ribs were weighted keys,I'd play you an ocean song that tips youright off the edge of the earth,and clinging to my last phrase, you'd say'what a tragedy, what a helpless dreamer,such a beautiful pair of lungs gone to the dust'.And night would hold us in that distant desperation,playing our heartstrings so we couldn't keep up,no, not with that soulful, off-tempo portraitof who we could have let each other become.I'll crawl back to bed on my bare boned kneesand when I wake to the black holes you've burnedinto the sheets you and I were 'us' on,I'll write you a desert songabout how I jumped off the edge of the earthand you weren't there.
MelpomeneHear her sing of sun-kissed,heavy-lidded tragedies that rolloff her tongue as sweetly assugared violets and as naturallyas nightfall; but bruise the lungsof those who breathe them in.She is no poet's muse, butthese summer-drunk revellerswill never know better.
SimbelmyneThere is silence here, uponstale skull tombsthese everminds are stilling...(And yet their tragediesshall endure in the pallor of theflowers in your hands.)
seabonesyou told me to walk on waterbut all i did was sink to the sandy bottomsof the salty sea.the brackish water stung at my eyesand filled my lungs,seeking refuge in the spaces between my ribs.i remember barely breathingwet inhales and slow exhales of the briny seathrough slightly parted lips.my heart was lost in a century-old shipwreckfound through the haze of floating sandgranules that looked like dust in sunlight,fingers wrapping around wood and forgotten memories.i wondered if this was death,ocean water pressing down on the hollows in my chestworld moving in slow motion through teal colored lenses.you told me to walk on waterbut all i did was drown.
SurrealismThree a.m., andGod is in my bathtubagain—sipping whiskeyhallelujahs;backlit bya freshwater moonin the mother-of-pearl sky.
MetamorphosisYourhandstremblewith sudden,wary, butterflywing shiverstiny tremors thatwill keep rhythm with your quivering heart, only tolater, clandestine and yet nearly poetic, unravel you from the outside-in.
confessionalthey say sad girls change their hair colorand forgive their monsters.i change my moralsand become one.
summergirlNow read aloud over here. Do give it a listen, won't you? i. summergirl,you are crowthroated and tumblingthrough the aspen grovehair on fire with sunrise, lungsfull of sky.eyelashes like wildflowersand every morning bringsa new spray of frecklesand a sharper curve to your collarbones.the cornfields hold no shadowsfor your lighthouse eyesand there are no endings in thatsurefooted smile. ii. you have grownso fast.autumn finds you with broken anklesleaning on an oak branchand watching the skies.crow to sparrow--you are quiet.summergirl, there is peace in silence,perched treetop,fallen antlers in your hands.you will come to mourn your deer.keep them close. iii. by winter you have paled,and like the streams your eyes have frosted over.you feel the chill--there is no need for sight.summergirl, th
Revenantthey came like phantoms;oceanic whispers left me washed out.those gossamer ghosts that linedthe doorways-- eyes in a constantstate of surprise as they reached for me:needle fingers pricked, fuelingmy addictions. they achedfor my veins, entangled likethe strings of my paper heartand they stained my skin,amethyst bruises in the shapeof recognition.their breaths were the heavy humsof a forgotten lullaby "one day youwill leave, and you will fade into avirulent void, like us. you will warmour icy bones, and we will love you,like no one else can.go back to sleep, little girl, we willcome again" with their ceruleansecrets painted on my arms,they became the empty walls.I wake up alone, and silencefalls. I only hear the echo ofmy hungering heart.
The Mourning AfterEach desperation has a unique identityMine speaks in gentle tones of hysteriaMy mind is a city that never sleepsFlicker shows and organ grinders playthrough every hour I conceiveI slink down the streetlike a thief in the nightIf I walk long enough,I can forget the ghosts of past livesbut they won't forget mefor I am one of them
CharlieI had a stalker.I didn't know his name but I'm sure he knew mine.I called him Charlie.He always had a camera hanging from his twig thick neck and he cradled it in his hands; a wispy finger stroking the shutter release. His dark brown hair was a curly mess and his shirts wrinkly and thin. He had the most perfect eyebrows, sweeping and gentle. He must have the most captivating eyes, I thought every time he'd glance my way. We'd never made eye contact. Charlie preferred it that way.He came into the bookstore once a week, not to watch me leaf through the used books or reach high to shelve the approved ones, but to actually browse them. He read the unknowns; the virgins with their unbroken spines. I imagine he liked the smell of them aromas preserved for him alone. Charlie appreciated the books wearing dusty coats and factory perfume a decade old.The rest of the time he spent on the outside looking in. My co-workers were tickled pink. "What a geek." "Poor guy doesn't realize you
Only HumanHypocrite, selfishJudgemental and painThese words are similesWith your nameGreed and envyJealousy and a liarDancing on hot coalsAnd questioning the fireNot even consideringThe people in the picture Forgetting what the purpose isIgnoring the scripturePreaching on povertyThen blowing off your moneyYelling at the racistBut thinking t's funnyCrying at the peopleTo stop judging and assumin'But we always fall againWe who are only human
Love LetterYou are re-creating the word love for meI have never felt anything in my heart so deepI'm so in love that I'll never be the sameI just want to be with you every single dayYou have touched my heart in many different waysAnd now from my heart you'll never go awayI feel so warm every time you're here,I feel so cold whenever you disappearThough it feels like you are already mineWho knows if that's real, who know if it's a lie?I just think about you every single timeEvery time I write, and when I close my eyesBut I'm just waiting for that special dayFor when you finally say, yes
Do They Even Know? (Beautiful World Part II)After years and yearsOf sitting in sorrow,Watching the Beautiful WorldOutside my window,Feeling pain of separationThe great divide between me and themIt felt as though my heart were made of woodAnd termites were slowly eating away,Devouring itBut they would never finishBecause somehow,There was always more to consume.I just wanted to die,To escape tormentBut for some cruel reason,I was never given that option.Now I just lie on the floorThe carapace of a personExisting, but not really aliveAll days blur togetherI'm not even sure, exactlyHow long I've been hereScrunched up in a ballWith all my hope lost.I just feel nothing,I've become anesthetized.And now all I do is wonder,Does the world outside,Even know I am here?
The ArsonistIt's burning, slowly and painfullyHer soul that isSet ablaze by him,Her manipulative boyfriendHe knows just what to sayTo lure her right backInto his armsWhere he can crush herOnce againBut for nowHe bides his timeWhile getting a sick pleasureFrom watching her burnIn the inferno he ignited
I'm Still HereI am screaming again andThrowing my fists into my mattress.I am laying here trying so hardTo be something more than this.My sheets are crumpled fromBeing horribly wide awakeAnd restlessly unconscious,But they still smell like you.And it is achingly cruel.I don't believe I will die,But I do believe in reckless behaviorBecause as hard as I try IWill never be good enough for you.My hands don't fit in yoursBut I keep trying to force them to.And I know you will let meBecause I am weak and IWill undress when you ask me to,But I really hope you don't.I am screaming again andIt shakes my bones.I scream until my voice breaksAnd there is nothing left.I am hollow.I am empty.I am too far gone.
judgementif you could see the bulletholes,the brittle bones,or if you could see me on a saturday,with a cigarette between my lips,a handwritten note clenchedin one fist, that containsonly a single wordgoodbyewould you still smilewhen you saw me on your porchsunday morning?
My LoveI still see you in my reflectionsBones left from your loveThe side hasn't been slept inYour smile is goneMy heart's on a stringPlease don't cut itSew me back togetherThe same pattern as beforeUnique like a webBe my spider that spun itWhat happened?You left early one frosty dayAt least I thought it was coldWhen I woke up to the shadow of youA note left on the dresser"I'm sorry" simply written on it"The Only Exception" still playing softlyYou were like a butterflyUnable to see your true beautyNo matter how many times I told youYou wouldn't believe meI'm out of questions and in the need of answersThen my eyes open to the beautiful sight of you next to meIt was only a dreamMore like a nightmare to meI hold you closer and close my eyes once againKnowing my "nightmare" will not reappear
Of BlissKissing daffodils sway,serenaded by the waver ofgossamer wings;faces blushing brightas the sunlightslips away.
Excellent idea Jessie, lazing around in the sun all day when you have a trillion and one things to do... -Featured:Here by `LadyLincolnHere by =DailyLitDeviationsHere by =Sammur-amatThank you so much!