I am the metaphysical wings that transcend across space and time when the keeper chimes,
When the seeker squanders to saunter the pathway and trudges after night at eleven-oh-nine,
In this meditative trance where you plummet past virtue and all the covenants of the forlorn, bygone light,
I shall implore the beast to usher you back to the boundless stars and pin my hopes that you won't stumble in to his hellish plight.
It seems to me that life's a sea
determined I will drown,
it's murky depths won't let me free
and seeks to pull me down.
Faces pass like polished glass
peering from the weeds,
ruddy cheeks of rusty brass
puff with gluttonous needs.
And try I do but they pursue
and drag me deeper still,
I scream and choke and they subdue
as my lungs with water fill.
Quietly I try to flee
but I am suspended here,
amid the tiresome, roiling sea
that's thickened with my fear.
So I contemplate my own fate
and the loss of my life,
and in the end I would rate
that it was only made of strife.
And is it true that I too
have become a face of glas
She enters the room
Softly lit ,treading gently
Over my skin. She stands still,
Pouring over her reflection,
Then starts to dance.
Arms sweep through the air
Swirling motes of dust,
Her only audience.
Bare feet point and flex across me
Painting her silent fears.
Knees bend and straighten,
Muscles striving,
Driving her body from me
To be caught by the air
And suspended before falling .
Toes first
Working through her feet and knees
To press against me once more,
To swoop and twirl
Curl and unfurl
Tear-sweetened drops of sweat
Shower, as she glides in lovely fury,
Filling the space with exquisite splendour
And gra
what sea
how it is welling your eyes a wet mess
what tide
where urchins of the ocean will spill to howl their elegy
where mermaids will turn widows
once brine has swallowed whole their sailor babes
stewarding the land instead
is why i never set sail with you
but to lay in gardens, oh
a bed sheet rotten by the ultraviolet
and our laps full of stars
what black soil will pervert your knees there
where moonlight will mirror out from your teeth
to run fanatic toward cosmic space
after bathing in the space among us
where walking air pushes every dust
one of sun-dried butterflies
one of beaten rug with broom
one of hone
Entwined with vines and leaves
I am left to watch, waiting
With eyeless, lidless sockets
That stare into the trees above
My flesh stolen by thieves
I am left to rot, hating
With a beatless, bloodless heart
That does not feel the touch of love
For me nobody grieves
I am left to earth, grating
With a mindless, soulless grave
That is bare but for one foxglove
But for a lack of solidity by senka-aponi, literature
Literature
But for a lack of solidity
A timeless world where cotton kings and queens could cradle,
but for a lack of solidity.
Where lead laden bases of heavy feather hearts shower with tears
and blanket with softly whispered breath.
A place of promise and freedom,
of crystal clarity scattered with sparks of ethereality,
ever moving, ever changing, ever staying constant,
destined to vision the joys and strife bellow
which they would access ...
but for a lack of solidity.
There is something surreal about dreaming.
I think it has something to do with this inner hunger we all share. This, drive to speak of, that pushes us forward in search of the lost and forgotten, the unknown, and desired.
For example.
I was standing just outside of the bar just past eleven when I saw her walking down the street. She came from smoke that poured through my nostrils, a hallucination, I could only hope. She was blocks away and already I could feel my knees buckling. Knee high boots and a short dress framed the hourglass, her torso. Her hair fell lazily about her face. High cheek bones and hungry eyes were what I imagined f
Your kisses are killing me baby....
You leave my lips bleeding
Your touch is hurting me baby.....
Bruises bloom where your fingers trail
Your whispers are deafening me baby.....
My heads pounding with your voice
Your breath is suffocating me baby....
You steal my air from me
Your body is crushing me baby....
So I guess that means im yours
Because im intoxicated baby....
As you tear my world apart
So you can bite my lips ...till they are raw
And caress my skin... till it feels sore
And fill my ears... till they speak
You can hold my breath... till I feel weak
Because its already too late
im addicted to this fate
Il let