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[mindlessmuse]

Polaris

come, lost straggler. your eyelids weigh with wayward travel, the grinding of gravel, a sulfur ode to the endless road.

do not rest, not yet, even if the cicadas play a most charming minuet, and the road bends and blends into a horizon lane unseen. the edges running like black paint, a stain. for you, I'll soothe the strain.

see that dot, so far above serene? with a night sky this bright, you need only follow the light. that star-born tail, draped across the heavens like a glossy veil.

[inkstained]

[bellflower-pdf]

I'm not that noble

I never want you to heal 

[careenbablli]

[caveiras]

Do you know what dying feels like? It feels like your thumb skating over the skin of my wrist, your tongue tasting the scars you map out there. It feels like strands of your hair between my fingers as I brush it behind your ear and catching sight of mottled colours I hadn’t kissed on your skin. It feels like your hand on my chest, hovering, whispering if I can feel your heart too; whispering that my name has filled it and you can’t feel anything else. It feels like laying next to you but the sheets feel like an ocean as we lay on opposite sides of the bed. It feels like two years on and seeing you laugh with your fingertips tracing the skin on his wrist. It feels like your name has filled my heart, buried its way in, burnt and carved its letters, and now I can’t feel anything else.

I was the collateral damage — chandler

[enchantedpetrichor]

- RS

[appcllo]

I searched my heart for sorrow. All found was an empty hole.

Your shape, ripped apart from my chest (extract of January, 2016 // m.e.t.)

[bellflower-pdf]

my favorite kiss of ours was the one we never had

the snog you never got and the love you never got to steal from me

because willingly you knew i’d give it didn’t you?

thief. liar. you’re the snake in the garden of eden

but i am Asmodeous the unholy rage inside heaven that bore sin into the world

try again, love.

- if you’re an angel then i’m a hellion, darling // d.d.

[careenbablli]

To be deprived of life is to be deprived of things that feed your soul.

[glazencelerio-blog]

Elephants, from Ivory & Matchsticks Glazen Celerio

[prettymadgirl]

To beware of men bearing gifts

You offered the world

a fine gift you thought

to lay at my feet

like the head of the Baptist

For surely my love

my body

my Self

is worth more than a dance and some veils

and surely your gift is greater than any that

Herod, weak and false as he was, could offer

After all, up to half of his kingdom was no true reward

half of a kingdom is no kingdom at all

Still, I am afraid I must decline

Gifts are grand indeed

but the Trojans have taught me to be wary of them

for what is given can be taken away

or burn empires into ash and myth

It has happened before, but will not happen again

Not to me

Besides, I don’t want the world

It holds no lure for me

I cannot hear its siren song

But know this:

if I wanted it 

I would have it

and I would take it for myself

[appcllo]

My fingers are dancing on the edge of words, hesitant and restless. I want to scream it out, drowning out the birds singing outside - oblivious. But I’m afraid. Of heart-wrenching certainty. Of ignorant hopes. Breaths as deep as the sea. And still. It’s a standstill. I wait. And there it is. I feel the wind pushing me off the cliff. (Poor impulse control) I fall Down Down Down. But. I don’t know If You’ll catch me.

freefall // m.e.t.

[justsleepingnobeauty]

Dreaming Reality

Behind those closed eyes And through a troubled mind A peace borrowed until sunrise Unconscious desires a sure find

Scary fleeting thoughts Seconds of truth, honest Longings of the heart with a cost One the mind chooses not to trust

Dreams where I find you Though gave up on before Taking me back and starting anew Persistent like the waves ashore

Run and yes, almost Ik hou nog steeds van je Always in my heart, always so close Despite the past, kept you naïvely

Hear me, je t'aime encore But the sun sets not east Even in my dream I said no To you and my naivety

It’s a punishment But a luxury in reality Parce que je t'aime encore. Ik hou nog steeds van je

[bellflower-pdf]

fuck the days when numbness is synonymous for tolerable, quiet aches that pause the roar of agony each inhalation inspires, like needle-point sewed into the  caverns of your abdomen, a graveyard of stitches too ravaged to heal

but trying.

- holding your breath can cause fainting spells // d.d.

[careenbablli]

[bellflower-pdf]

what, cry for you?

forget crying. if i could, i’d lasso the sun and drown it in  the goddamn ocean.

if i could, i would bomb  the moon until nothing remained and all light ceased.

i would set this worthless world on fire if it meant that time rewound and i could have you back.

until then?

i will sit here   and hope    and pray     that God forgets      his promise

and drowns us all to death. - life is meaningless without your stupid laugh beside me // d.d.