Current Residence: Illinois|
Operating System: Windows XP
Personal Quote: "A prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages." ~Tennesee Williams
BreatheI swallow anxietyBreathe by haphazardmelody
with last night's leftovers,
while they lick cream
from embroidered silver spoons.
They do not passion me better,
they sink me to ribbons.
So I will peel sunshine
from my windows and whitewash
my walls back clean. I will
straitlace my arms to obedience.
I will breathe and breathe
until I do not have to
LongingI unfurl behindLonging by haphazardmelody
hearing your comatose heartbeat
slow my own.
We are broken
by decisions and movement.
We are bleeding out
from between the slots
of my ribs, and you
are sobbing pulsebeats
through sleeping veins.
Will we crumble? Will we
disintegrate into fantasies
and childhood daisy chains?
I am longing for the days
of holding hands against
the concrete, making basement angels
out of glowing lights and
pool cue fingers, wasting
countless sunsets getting tangled
in numbers and arms and rehearsals
I am longing for the days
of leaping because we can,
and never looking back.
My nerves are clinging to yours
on top of tired skin. You are
slipping from their grasp,
but at least I can
always find you
by the sounds of your dreams
dripping through the weeds.
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in sapphire, groomed
in moonrise and gulltides,
dreamt in tones of gravity.
I am salted
skinned into lakebeams,
sidestepped into silver decibels.
We are steeping indiscretions
in sunpetals; we are
warming indecisions into
mudrock mousse; we are
with firelicked doses of mintmelt -
above the magma cloak;
we weave amidst the treeblades
for but one molten moment (more).
Flutterbullets (Float Like, Sting Like)Flutterbullets (Float Like, Sting Like)Flutterbullets (Float Like, Sting Like) by chromeantennae
Twilight streaks wrap around
my wrists like rubber bands
and I raise my hands to the sky,
like I’m about to catch feathers
of a new angel’s wings.
you stood tall;
5’11, at 19.
you hardly touched your hair.
the jet black wool
spiralled tightly on your head,
the curly corkscrews only one part
of the sense of bareness
you always seemed to bear
tight to your compact chest.
dark chocolate skin defined
and blessed by kisses
falling from heaven
whenever the sun shone.
through summertide waves,
and cicada concerts,
it was never a warm night
that didn’t go by
where your presence wasn’t felt.
your dark brown eyes always half-lidded
and a grin never too far behind;
if you weren’t moving,
hands were always in your pockets
as your pants hung low,
tilted off your hips.
and despite the appearance
of the sag of your pants,
you always had a strong core.
the base of your shell
Soles (Forest Girl)Soles (Forest Girl)Soles (Forest Girl) by chromeantennae
i didn’t believe in carving initials into trees.
i always told you that was corny to me.
i told you i was a city boy,
comfortable in car drafts
and gleaming lights
that dilute natural shine.
to the sight of airplanes,
police cars and helicopters
than anything else.
but you dreamed of wings
so much bigger than aspect ratio,
so much wider.
you were higher.
so that day you took me there,
i knew i was out of my element.
your forest stories teased me;
sitting on the edge of your shoe soles.
and that riverbank that you tiptoed on.
little smirk always flashing your white pearls
when you were whisking through this place.
holding my hand in a tight grip
as you gave me a tour of your hidden burrow.
i had never been so in--
and out of place before.
the atmosphere was brisk
glancing the hairs on my neck,
goosebumps rising on my skin
as i swore feathers fell from your shoulders.
purple streaks nuzzle orange bands
that hold together golden twines
On the topic of suicide preventionFor those unaware, World Suicide Prevention Day is coming up. And it's harder for me this year and yet easier for me to understand. I had never been emotionally invested and interacted with someone who committed suicide. That changed earlier this year when JakesException, an estranged friend, did the unthinkable. Since I've found out, I have done little things to memorialize him to myself because he's more than what he was to me now. A line I wrote that he whittled down to its current size from a collaboration we did sits in my signature at all times, to remind me of him and most importantly: why I should never make enemies.On the topic of suicide prevention by Nichrysalis
Me and Jake were friends for about six months when Jake became edgier and more aggressive towards me. I felt uncomfortable, but tried to 'man up' and answered him back with the same aggressiveness. We wound up blocking each other in a nasty argument. After a year of no communi
BibliophiliaAll the writing featured below is literature I haven't read but fully intend to because of how promising the preview is.Bibliophilia by Nichrysalis
To all the books I haven't read:
I have become your bookshelf
of dusted titles and busted spines
with arms that are full of fantasy
and romance and a head full
of memoirs I haven't written,
their lexicon curling my tongue
around five dollar word-plays
just behind the sheaf of my teeth.
With definitions straight to the point
and description airy and lofted
a dictionary defenestrates pages
I Am Four Things A Woman Should Not Be... by Pencil-Wolf looking for the moon by learningtobefree
that whirl into the night, petal
papers gliding like elegant
prose in a blank journal.
The Barricade by BloodshotInk Once Upon a Nightlight by Synesthi
There is no table of contents
to map your way; follow the veins
ink leaves in the margins of my palms
Confinement by ladysiren482 valleys by brassteeth
Child. by Liedy :thumb4548