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(beauty)

obscured into a blur
i become fluid with the silent
motion of the lines

my eyes are a continuing moment
along the spectrum of heard
seen tasted felt

(smelt)

--



this is the wonder of is



--


i miss the genesis
the before the flood


--



the fluid motion
of calling home the birds
with a scattering of seeds



--


the tips of your hair
dapple bright ecstasies
on your reflection

they drip the terror
from your throat
floating downstream


--


a tracing of your skin
under my skin print

injects memory into my fingers
and solidifies in silence


--


it was raining when-
it was raining when-
it was raining when you held your parasol high
and laughed at the sun

it was bright light then-
it was bright light then-
it was bright light then when your umbrella on
pulled laughter from the bus


--


i
only
never
asked


--


a
cl
os
e
d
fis
t is
a
bo
x

i
s a
he
a
r
t


(a he i
s ar
t)


--


my condolences for your
indecision


--


wake up, wake up
it isn't morning

but for the tumble
for the tumble

i give you warmth
and twisted things


--


your empty words
are less distinct
than the swirls
of grey you dot
your teeth with


--


i am the day
you ruined
my favourite
place in this
unworld


--


and we begin with mourning
and settle into a smile


--


your lips
are the eclipse
keeping your chin
in check


--


forever only exists
in my past tense lexicon


--


her hair curls around her finger
when she is thinking about thinking

(is it happiness i see in her smile?)


--


you rupture the calling
in the deep of me

water rises
(thigh deep in terror)
(waist deep in absolution)
(chest deep in restriction)
(chin deep in)


--


tomorrow is not an answer
to any question
regarding action


--


was i ever truly alone
in my thoughts?


--


i'm sorry i could not give you
the life you've always wanted
i'm sorry i was not
your mother


--


the crystal shatters
on marble floors
in my imagination


--


and i am not forever
past these same sentences

and i am not forever
past these same pathways

and i am not forever
through these same instances

and i am not forever
through these same doorways


--


a lament
is sometimes like a laugh
caught between two
really sharp
points.


--


Point one smile
point b smile harder


--


it is easier to breathe when you are not awake
it is easier to dream when you are


--


you refract into me
a spectrum i cannot see


--


the silence tickles
like feathers
all over your
disillusion
[i do apologise for lack of wordclumps, in/on days when i have so much to say and so many pictures behind my eyeballs, dripping down nerves i can only imagine exist (you see i have never been given proof that they're there, for all i know there's only sticky tape and cardboard) i have many pictures dark and bright of upside down trees -- this is not applicable in any way unless you cut them up and fix them to your lids with glue from half made cake.]

you are a correlation,
a corollary

a distinction between queasy and sane.


i am a lover of small, quiet, and decaying. (bend backwards and string yourself into coherence) follow-on-flow

-the day is ending-don't let it fall-

.beauty smelt.
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:iconanotherjuliette:
AnotherJuliette Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2007   Writer
wake up, wake up
it isn't morning

but for the tumble
for the tumble

i give you warmth
and twisted things


This one is so... I don't know... It touches something in me, but it touches it like light, I mean it wasn't visible until it touched it...
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saturnineguise Featured By Owner Nov 22, 2007
:heart: that is such an amazing thing to say. i love your comments, they are art in themselves :hug:
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starsdie Featured By Owner Sep 23, 2007
'my condoleances for your indecision' is indeed lovely. very nice, i love your style.
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saturnineguise Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2007
wow, coming from you, that means a lot as i adore your style :hug:
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starsdie Featured By Owner Sep 25, 2007
yours is way much better (: i'm kind of jealous, because english is your mother tongue and you don't have that fear of making embarassing mistakes.

;p
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saturnineguise Featured By Owner Oct 1, 2007
no! i think your writing is gorgeousness in the extreme, and i'm jealous because english isn't even your first language!

hehe yes i do, constantly actually. heh but i have more of a fear of being too obscure and no one understanding my intention or meaning.
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kLiT-sHy Featured By Owner Sep 22, 2007
"i am the day
you ruined
my favourite
place in this
unworld"

i hate you for writing this :P
ow Kaka, this part made me realize the beauty of destroying

and the beauty of creating for no reasons. :hug:
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saturnineguise Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2007
the beauty of destruction. heh things can be so bittersweet sometimes :hug:

haha i hate me for writing it too ;p
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mesmeric-revelation Featured By Owner Sep 21, 2007
these little thoughts are like icing that is so good that you don't even eat the cake....you just scrape the icing off the top.

:heart:
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saturnineguise Featured By Owner Sep 21, 2007
wow, that'd have to be some pretty damn good icing. and cake analogies :blushes: you are so wonderful my sporkling :hug:
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