Day After Valentine
What the stars gave. The earth took. I watched. As the sun. Dried. Snow went pitch black. Darkness turned. Into light. As the world. Died. Time stopped forever. Red like fire. When. The forrest. Fell.
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What the stars gave. The earth took. I watched. As the sun. Dried. Snow went pitch black. Darkness turned. Into light. As the world. Died. Time stopped forever. Red like fire. When. The forrest. Fell.
What if time had a smell. It would smell of sand. The oil in clocks. And hourglass varnish. Of must and lichens. And cobwebs and cradles. And dust in corners. And metal pendulums.
Inside what do you think lies. Blood, organs, cells and bone. Yes but what about the parts that make up you. The parts no one can see.
The Jester. Juggling snowballs,. One. Two. Three. He has one for Man. He has one for God. He has one for Me. One. Two. Three. The Jester. Juggling snowballs. Inside one is nothing.
And dawn comes, and here is Light. Light is beautiful, in every way. And light comes, and here is Day. Day is beautiful in glorious sunrise,. And day comes, and here is Life.
In these visionary clouds, see I Bereft of flesh and blood, just My soul, spiralling through droplets of Rain and sleet and ice and cold winds Blow me east and west and south And north to a new...
There's a handprint on my mirror.
An imaginary boy, held. An imaginary hand, holds. An imaginary egg, hatches. An imaginary bird, flies in. An imaginary sky, sees. An imaginary boy, kiss. An imaginary girl, wish.
Bore into me the strength You promised to give So I could remain alive To love you till I passed.
So many things in our wee world Are actually not on show , And when we think a little bit There's not much we really know; Of a trillion billion galaxies We can see but five And to see the last...
The delicate veil between life and death Flirt with one another under heavy breath Death teases life, playfully crude Pausing for a breathy interlude Can death bring life to it's side Or will life...
A river, meandering lazily, wandering, wondering, Wishing it's life away on silly pebble stones, Delicately sucking dry, the muddy water, carving melancholy Into shards of angry sand, scenting...
There is a girl I know, Her name is Imagined Infinity, Her friends at school call her Universe, Celestial Star, and Man's Destiny, She has eyes so fathomless, lost in blind divinity, That when I...
Slow burn. Worlds turn. And yet they stay. In their place today. Times change. And rearrange. Embrace the new. When they look for you. The old will seem. Like a fading dream. They hide, they guide.
Another stab at wacky free form. Adapted from Angel Beast. #nightdweller ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I opened my sacred book again at days end, and saw smiling grimace against daily imperfections.
Here is your life. It is for you to seek. Seek seek. Seek seek. only you, Here is you. You go to sleep. Sleep sleep, Sleep sleep. for a time Here is Time, Time is vast, it's deep, Deep deep.
The sacred imperfection of you, Carves my very soul. The radiant, fragmented glory of you tears me up then makes me whole.
#acrosticchallenge #prayerhands God imbues all nooks and crannies. Omnipresent, eternal. One force with energy sublime. Duality in every kernel.
All the different colours and types of acids in human DNA coordinate to every element of the earth it's inhabitants it's minerals, metal, plants, animals, nutrients of which he she consumes over a...
Caught on the wing of a butterfly. I can't help but watch the world go by. And as I look up at the dreamy sky, I think of how lucky, and wonder why. What is my purpose on earth, here.
I lie naked next to Time, His fingers gently entwined with mine, I kiss his chest softly, "You must want me awfully," He chuckles, as I mumble sweetly, Of how I love him so completely, I treasure...
I wrote this bit while ago, yes during my current relationship.
This is a short story I wrote not too long ago. I hope you guys like this. _____________________ Once upon a time, before life, there was a object called Hate.
Little Jack holds a little seed, In his little hand. It's Nothing, just a little seed held by a little Man.