January 2011
38 posts
Never fear shadows, they simply mean there is...
thedripof
everyone knows the bitterness of january air has shaken me to the bone. the bleakness of gun metal sky has erased my shadow. my fog looms quietly under the streetlight’s glow while diamonds fall from the sky. i anxiously await the growth of green. my ears can’t wait to fill with the drip of month old icicles that cling to my neighbour’s roof. a day where my skin fills with the...
foliageofmyforgiveness
pursuit of happiness will always remind me of you. your figure was attached to hope floating beneath this ribcage. the freeness of my movement flew effortlessly after being statuesque for the year before our meeting. the contentment in my limbs took form in my smile. i have finally come to the realization that the elixir of you brought me towards my pathway of growth and healing. my decomposed...
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unknownangles
my kaleidoscope heart yearns for technicolour dreams. do you know these busied fingers await the outline of your unknown angles? the mystery of your shadow lingers within my night and day although, the vision of you is muted in shape and structure. but… this blurred conception of you is always mixing with the phosphenes illuminating the underside of my eyelids that flutter with anticipation.
movethesefingers
recalling the days where the words would not contain themselves within my mouth. where the feelings were plentifully plucked from my core, my bounty ripe with emotion. my room held sun-suspended dust particles of your remnants. that was enough to move these fingers. enough to swirl the thoughts in my brain, to feel the urge on my tongue. to write, to say, to feel. the whirlwind has reached its...
nevertoldme
it seems the seasons changed with our hands clasped around each other. the winter storm that raged against our front door subsided but the flurries of indecision still blew their icings around your heart. your valves were still closed, when the sun placed freckles upon our shoulders and when dew laced itself around the lining of our lips. as we rejoiced in the newfound heat of spring and basked...
“As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”
– Pablo Neruda (via justbesplendid)
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heavyclouds
the sustenance of your being has dwindled and thus, dissipated. through the modes of evaporation, your nourishment ran back into the heavy clouds and collided with atmosphere. my parched skin attached to these bones has tirelessly wandered the lengths of these roads in pursuance of moisture. my throat burns for drizzle, and my skin flakes for newfound precipitation. these lungs heave for the mist...
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uglytruth
how can you still reduce me to this stature when i feasted my teeth upon your ugly truth? this gustatory sensation has gone oh so sour.
thinair
the crawling of my skin, goosebumps that travel along the routes that run towards my heart. you did not pay the required fare. no permission to set foot in this circle of ease. with an unknowing glance, my eyes fed upon the image i felt had vanished into thin air. your footsteps are present on street corners of this tired city, but mine tread carefully. here i was… meticulously placing...
isdusted
our shameful ground is dusted with benumbing diamonds, reflecting the hue of streetlights. goosebumps litter my skin, as the vapour exits my lips. this beauty of glacial nights has seduced me entirely. it has cast me spellbound, enclaved in its frosted touch.
yourwaste
the stares sliced the heavy air, and i wondered if everyone could see the knife situated between my shoulder blades…my eyes could not ignore the disgust in my chest. no, i did not lay my gaze upon your waste. you were glued to your seat with the pretty blonde hanging off your everything and all of a sudden i was overwhelmed with the finality of our separation. i rejoiced within my freedom...
liquidcourage
hell bent on winning. call me unstoppable, see these bones full of intent flowing through the winter winds. energy buzzes throughout the opening of my eyes, through the lifting of ruby lips. i can feel you near, i know our steps are about to collide. i have fallen into snowbanks of feelings but the powder has melted into liquid courage.
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“But I love your feet
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– Pablo Neruda (via palelimbs)
filledmyveins
the rush of glacier consumed currents consumed me whole. they twisted my powerless legs and filled my veins with a feeling of awakening. this feeling that i have surrendered to. my dilated eyes are flooded, my skin is drenched with this newfound stimulation of life.
swansong
utmost reflections we were. those words poured from mouths, trickled among their lips and added life to our harmonized attachment. so quickly this was deemed wrong, as jaws laid against the floor when our fate was spelled out in my tears. my eyes seemed to be still affixed to the tile on the floor, when yours were seen locked with anothers. as the days droned with their hum of summer, the hope for...
