Settle your bones, love,
as you lay them next to mine.
Rest your weary body,
and let your muscles
pay their time.
Let my fingertips dance,
their way along your spine.
I am full with peace,
Let me give you what
SafeThis thing has existed within me
scratching, clawing, gnawing away on the inside
governing each aspect of my world
It writhes with fear and hunger
and it never stops
Until your touch sends stillness
deep into my core
I can orient myself around you
and see and hear and think
Your touch is clarity
Soul Burn: Surviving the Storm Like the wind and the thunder preceding the rain, it is his presence and his words that reach me before his hands. There are only seconds for me to register the wall of seething air before I am engulfed in pain.
"How dare you correct me in front of your father!" He rushes me from behind, but I am not surprised. It starts this way every time. His fingernails cut into my scalp, fingers ripping at my hair to force my head backwards. "This is what you deserve for straying from your place."
I twist under his hand to face him, breath pushed from my chest as I am slammed against the wall. I am cornered. And I am almost ashamed that it takes this little slice of hell for my faith in the Gods to surface. I pray, not to Karma, but to Justice, asking for this to end swiftly and to separate our legal joining. I pray, not to Death, but to Life, asking for her to create a new fate in which I can s
Soul Burn: Touch He’s inside my room, sitting down on my bed, his clothes softly brushing against the blankets. Though the door is shut, I can still hear voices murmuring in the hallway outside. A small ceramic bottle hangs lazily in his hand. He sips from it every so often, scowling as he swallows. From the scent wafting my way, I’d be scowling too. He lowers the bottle, tips his head, and peers at me from the corner of his eye. Steel gray, like the daggers he keeps attached to him. Shit. Pull your head out of your ass and focus.
"What did you want to talk about?" He takes another swig from the bottle.
"I need to know... Well the thing is, I just-" What is it about this man that turns me into a stuttering, shivering mess? I stare at the bottle in his hand as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Everything I’m trying to keep under control is bouncing about inside my he
Sleepless NightsAnd I can't sleep at night.
I refuse, the clenching in my gut
hoping to hold down the rising sun.
I am not ready.
I am not prepared.
I can no longer handle this.
Soul Burn: Accusation "Why? How could you marry him?" Gaia's anger contorts her face into a frown, but, just like her mother, it doesn't manage to mar her beautiful features. She stands before me feet planted firmly on the ground, hands clenched tight, leaning forward with her own question as if physically projecting it will force me to answer. "He's soulless, he's a killer! How could you bind yourself for life to a monster like him?"
"First of all, lose the tone and maybe we can actually have this conversation." I keep my hands busy preparing the food in front of me to refrain from turning around and grabbing her. This kitchen is usually a haven for me where I can relax and share food with my family. It takes most of my will to not smack the accusation off of her mouth. Naz wouldn't be too pleased if I hurt her darling daughter. "You are in my house. You will respect both me and my husband."
I hear her t
FearYou cannot tell me
There is nothing to fear
of the dark
When all I see in the shadows
is the multitude of my past sins
Cliche"I want to spend my life with you," is not a cliche.
I know you can feel it
in the goosebumps that rise
from my skin at your touch
Soul Burn: Differences They walked leisurely, an odd pairing, along the main street heading north of the city. Their voices pierced the air around them as they argued over what had started as a trivial matter. But it was dark, as the lamps lining the street did not cast much light, and so they walked hand in hand,their magic trying to over power the other as much as their words.
"But why doesn't your Kingdom celebrate birthdays?"
"Well, firstly, stop trying to give me frostbite and maybe I'll tell you. You're letting your magic intertwine with your emotions."
"Oh, please. Every time you're irritated I get another blister on my palm. Lead by example, o chosen one." Amanda tilted her head to look up at him, barely suppressing the grin on her face. Garrett raised an eyebrow, trying to look stern, and her laugh echoed against the buildings around them. "Maybe we should try it at the same
Soul Burn: Last Moments The bed hardly made a sound as she laid Garrett down atop the mattress. His paper thin body barely rustled the sheets, while her weight created valleys as she lowered herself down beside him. Their bedroom was silent, the air heavy; she could hear the rattling in his lungs with each breath he drew in.
"I'm not oblivious, Garrett. I knew that as soon as F'neir died your body would begin to deteriorate." Amanda reached up and cradled his face against her palm, her thumb stroking his cheek. "I just hoped the process would take time, a lot of time.
Garrett snorted. "Hey, get that sad look off your face. I could still kick someone's ass if I wanted to."
Amanda wrapped her arm around his chest. His ribs visibly pushed against his skin and scar tissue. She pulled herself into him, her lips fluttering down just below his collar bone. "Shush. You need to rest."
progress reportthe astronauts never returned and neither did the news
in my hands i fold a megalithic pigeon
the take-home message is: the cosmos is a cold dead bitch
as you sleep under magazines, waiting for nothing.
in the shackles of a sterilized den, there's an actual
mastodon heart, pale and glassy pink, icy film
tightened like a fist; - and the scientists despair:
it's the morning of the opening,
then the few slashes of paralyzing waves.
like a sign we'd make when we were younger, a way to disarm
a bandit, or a preacher
or the oncoming horde of space invaders.
but the drawings you sent to venus never returned,
and now the crack,
and the scientists at a loss before the angered public.
they release a report that states that the floodgates opened
by themselves, that the valves erode
like the chalky sand that will swirl and hiss
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
the ones they call the foolsWe were a list of promises broken,
exhausted and frightened to be held
in the hands of dreamers and liars
have the tendency
to let slip the things
That’s why we’re fleeting.
Why poets call us clouds
with no real direction.
we’re both running away
4 Random Poems The One About KitKats
I need a piece of that kitkat
I need a break
It's a mistake
To do things for to-do-them's sake
And I'd live life-
Husband or wife
With obligations and strife
So turn away
While you may
If there's nothing to make you stay
Bring your phone,
The comforts you've known
And go find a new home
A safe place
An empty space
Vacant of life's bitter distastes
And I'll find what I lacked
Roll the cross of my back
Fuck, I want a kitkat.
lisuje is like- really pretty, guys. I promise
A pale, pretty face
Surrounded by sandy dunes
Real and wild like a typhoon
Watch her hair
Carelessly roll down her back
Watch her skin
Like marble that wouldn't crack
See the graphite
Rubbed on the side of her wrist
See the pencil
Held firmly in her closed fist
Watch her draw
And capture what's actually there
Watch her DA
and Tumblr, if you've time to spare
azuneechan is love. Azuneechan is life.
I'd seduce your pages
Make their kne
The Laws of AttractionHe likes to tell me how stars work.
He explains that Hydrogen ignites, collides, infuses -
and while he’s talking I am trying
to stifle the reverb in my heartbeat.
I try and stop my heart going supernova.
He tells me that the Hydrogen fuses into Helium
and eventually the star runs out of each -
I try not to be forcibly reminded
of every time I run out of Oxygen when he smiles at me -
I’m trying to listen.
He details how the stars elements burn out
one by one
creating heavier elements that burn less brightly.
I’m comparing stars to love
because to me, Hydrogen, Nitrogen or Iron -
a star’s still a star at all its stages
and I love the stars.
He whispers to me
about how these elements disperse
how they reform and relapse
and I recall how stars become everything
He’s got his hands in my hair and his grip round my heart
so when the silence falls I can’t help but rush;
‘There’s static energy in my
I'll Wait by the WaterThis is the place where our memories began.
A creek at the bottom of a canyon,
red cliffs on either side and a giant
pond dam to the north that wildflowers grow on.
Paths that we created through the woods
and up and down those copper canyon walls
while we pretended to be wild Injuns
or wanted outlaws being hunted by a posse.
You were on your knees,
in the middle of the creek,
when I found you.
A neighbor girl, trespassing.
I had a mind to chase you off
until I asked what you were doing.
You looked at me, smiled, and said,
"Catching crawdads. Come help!"
After that day, we spent Springs and Summers
building fort walls and chasing frogs,
skipping stones and arguing baseball,
sharing comic books and trading punches.
You could hit as hard as any boy I knew.
We had our own bridge to Terabithia,
our own kingdoms of knights and castles,
won the World Series with back to back homeruns,
settled the Wild West and discovered gold in the mountains.
My parents thought you were imaginary
until I bro
RazorMidnight's tawdry pulse
is feeble under my fingertips,
and her long black dress
feels like August
slipping through my fingers.
I like how her bones complain
that I misuse them,
tender to my touch,
and how her jaw arches back
and the moon arcs like a razor
across the room.
We flaunt the stars,
the stones under our skin
stretching the bed frame
till we crack.
And I fill you up,
your arms a battle
raging in the waning lies