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your eyes are the gray of the clouds
when they cover the sun after a storm;
your words washing up on the skyline
of my towering city at night, a message
in a bottle only to be read by me.
ignoring gravity, i've recklessly
spilled the secret lives of shadows
to a piece of paper just for you
and buried them with the ocean.
since that day i'm the hunted;
for they want to make buttons
out of my traitor bones.
i am standing on the edge of a mountain,
watching as my carrousel dreams float away.
they dissolve into smoke and are consumed
by the eyes of night. my paperweight
soul tears as each piece disappears.
misguided ghosts
is what they are, trying to fool me
into an urban maze of skylines and
turnstiles. bad blood is what they
doomed my soul, but i'll keep on running.
i will not forsake you; not even when
my skin is smothering me.
but i am chasing after the sky in a futile
attempt to be your knight in shining armor,
a glint of blue ice running uphill unceasingly.
a never-ending battle to unveil hidden views
and bring them forth to the light of day.
we're living off borrowed memories,
i would go there and back again.
my emotions may flow with the rapture
of the falls, yet i shall not fail a single
treasured thought, until you are close
by my side, stealing the stars.
when they cover the sun after a storm;
your words washing up on the skyline
of my towering city at night, a message
in a bottle only to be read by me.
ignoring gravity, i've recklessly
spilled the secret lives of shadows
to a piece of paper just for you
and buried them with the ocean.
since that day i'm the hunted;
for they want to make buttons
out of my traitor bones.
i am standing on the edge of a mountain,
watching as my carrousel dreams float away.
they dissolve into smoke and are consumed
by the eyes of night. my paperweight
soul tears as each piece disappears.
misguided ghosts
is what they are, trying to fool me
into an urban maze of skylines and
turnstiles. bad blood is what they
doomed my soul, but i'll keep on running.
i will not forsake you; not even when
my skin is smothering me.
but i am chasing after the sky in a futile
attempt to be your knight in shining armor,
a glint of blue ice running uphill unceasingly.
a never-ending battle to unveil hidden views
and bring them forth to the light of day.
we're living off borrowed memories,
i would go there and back again.
my emotions may flow with the rapture
of the falls, yet i shall not fail a single
treasured thought, until you are close
by my side, stealing the stars.
Literature
memories of you
like shards
of broken glass
i step on them
everywhere
Literature
Celestial Memories
She sat on the sun
melting, burning
just to glow as bright as the stars.
Swallows with underbellies of shimmering
gold passed before her as
she sat on the sun
Their molted feathers become
shooting stars as they head towards earth,
melting, burning.
She wonders if birds can sing
in the depth of space or if they're only there
just to glow as bright as the stars.
Literature
voidfriend
i.
her eyes
never land.
a scape claimed
no matter how sharp
her intake,
or the orbits
aligned by her will,
or the scope
of the aperture
filled.
lips fueled
and begging
to be ignited.
ii.
she can't fight it.
cracks in the visor
and pressure leaks.
a void
asking her hand
and her peace
as the tip
of her tongue
starts to freeze.
spidered sight
and face
like a shard
divided.
iii.
"if i have to be breathless,"
she finally states,
"i'd prefer it to be by the trident."
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This is a collab that I did with the amazingly lovely Lady-Yume. She is such an wonderful writer; it was an honor to work with her. (and this is another collab that took longer than it should have 'cause i'm a terrible partner.)
Can you guess who wrote which stanzas?
Lady-Yume posted hers! Please, if you fave or comment on mine, go shower hers with love too!
Can you guess who wrote which stanzas?
Lady-Yume posted hers! Please, if you fave or comment on mine, go shower hers with love too!
Handfuls of Memoriesyour eyes are the gray of the clouds
when they cover the sun after a storm;
your words washing up on the skyline
of my towering city at night, a message
in a bottle only to be read by me.
ignoring gravity, i've recklessly
spilled the secret lives of shadows
to a piece of paper just for you
and buried them with the ocean.
since that day i'm the hunted;
for they want to make buttons
out of my traitor bones.
i am standing on the edge of a mountain,
watching as my carrousel dreams float away.
they dissolve into smoke and are consumed
by the eyes of night. my paperweight
soul tears as each piece disappears.
misguided ghosts
is what they are, trying to fool me
into an urban maze of skylines and
turnstiles. bad blood is what they
doomed my soul, but i'll keep on running.
i will not forsake you; not even when
© 2014 - 2024 LionesseRampant
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I love this so much.