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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
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.
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.
© 2007 - 2024 saturnineguise
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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...
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...