the cancerian breaks heartsYou rise with Pisces inside a well; turning up oysters, in a sea full of shells.the cancerian breaks hearts
It's the mariners time, and a sailor can't say. The color of creeping thyme and I rise on the twelfth day.
They say, "turn over a new leaf go swimming through the lavender. Cast the faith of your belief" I say "I will always love my boat builder"
You set with me behind a dusty field running.laughing.picking the lavender That's when I'll know I'm healed.
west of the meridianThe Ocean speaks in verse.west of the meridian
His estuary exhales sonnets,
debauchery from brackish breath.
We lie along the narrow strip,
His gentle tide-fingers trace sand
spilling over castles,
laughing at a child’s attempt to dream.
Fresh water yields infusion,
blind as He spits silt.
I turn my eyes.
I walk towards wilting palms.
Letting curves swallow me,
resting my mind on the imagination
of the trees.
They sleep salty dreams
backs facing the sea, eternal
punishment for bowing to the west.
Coconuts
rain.finally.snowing.the earth in your voicerain.finally.snowing.
keeps me growing. somehow drinking from the highway, keeps me from slowing.
august brings the sound of trains, moving vans and coffee brewing.
fall f alls into some kind of spring
something is s e w i n g
my soul to skin; filling me in between the pages of grass and clay.
if i could quit youI once felt that moment of pure gray between the lavender frozen city transit beneath the bridges of this embrace.if i could quit you
Notice I can fall
like petals with age beneath the tea-stained promise;
around me is the sound of failing traffic lights ignited by the smells of exhaust and impatience .
watch the time stand sleeping down around the table-legs of freedom. Power lines leave me
scaled-down-to-size. Momentum
of a Monday cries across the street and I, am half-loved.
SantoriniSantoriniSantorini
In my starry deep, whither I go round and trance the body's flow. Drifting by, the sinking leaf which flowers yet does not reef. As my unearthly specter fills the unanimous between. I aspire to dusk. My cinnamon-empty hull. My blueberry shell. Forged in the tire shed. It is here that I am nocturnal; here that I am commonplace. Lost among islands of time, dying in a basin of brine. I could walk, this afternoon, out into that common trust and face our savory north. My cupboards barren. My toughened shoes; laces laced with dirt. The unpretty hands which know the role of a soft embrace. My smooth hair, flatly graying. I cou
I should tell him..I should tell him
I am on an airplane. It’s not in the air. So I guess it’s more of a groundplane, or a tarmacplane. It’s not just me. There are twenty-two rows, with four seats and an aisle. No one sits in the aisle, but everyone seems really excited to stand in it. I am sitting because I wore too-small shoes. I saw them at the store and didn’t care that they weren’t in my size. My love will make them fit.
I adore you, can’t you tell? Just try not to hurt me.
I am sitting, and t
the Red piper
tampa to tulsa
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"I've taken enough walks alone
to know how real nothing is."
~dystopian-dream-girl
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"It's good for everybody to hurt somebody once in a while.
The things I do to people I love shouldn't be allowed."
-A.D.
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"I've taken enough walks alone
to know how real nothing is."
~dystopian-dream-girl
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