- Note to Self -

 

 

...an inkling

unsteady

faint

dim

dim

dim

dim



- Note to Self -

"What do you want from me"

"Absolutely nothing"

...his response expected, but not

at the same time.

 

We haven't spoken in quite some time

but he'd reach out

sending glimmers of hope

that lead to smoke.

 

Why didn't he understand

that no matter what it was

that kept us apart,

I still loved him.

 

so much.

 

I'm complex

As is he

But I speak

He sweeps

I'm fragile

He's steel

even his eyes

But I loved that about him

even if it'd ice me

sometimes

often.

 

...it's good to be different

but not to hurt

one another.

 

The cool to my hot

icing me over

with a word

a look

a nothing.

- Note to self -

 

 

...this wreck stallion

perfection

sparks a loom

weaving a tale

so black

so thick
longing the sky

for flight from

a glittered tar

wet with grief

blues, bark and pleas

 

his drupelet heart

so deep, so sweet

rare, they like

to eat
slow

mouths filled with gloom

they grin

with glimmers dripping

their chins

chins

chins

 

Dark flames

fire his blood

hot black

he sees not

himself

but another

in this ebon-pond

staring back

with pale souls

open

for them to see

this countdown

to his cherry top

frozen

in all his jewels

a night-lumen-kaleido-pitch

silking ...

Kat Graham - All Your Love

...tell me what it feels like

what it looks like...

because I no longer

remember the feeling...

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A woman

with long blonde hair

long to the floor
sits nude

in a birdcage

inside my head.

She lay

on a garnet, chaise lounge

the floor, black

the cage, gold

who is she....and what does she want?

I've seen her face many times

only when she's angry

and when she is,

she rushes her surround, grasps the bars,

 and violently shakes her prison.

Who is she?

mascara dripping down her face

she's beautiful

a lovely red mouth
blonde eyes

she tires and collapses the ground

canary, canary
canary, canary
 in my head
canary
circling my mind

waiting for her key
canary

Who is she?

to fly free...

Florrie - Real Love

...I danced with you all week

tipping the thought of us, 

your hands on my shoulder.

confession:

I like things

that are no good for me

addicted to the ones

with one wing 

and no reflection.

That being said,

I know where we stand

And I'll be sure to say

there is no "us"

even though 

they all 

always come back

for more

of me.

You're not the first

and for the first time

I'm the one in red

leading you astray

hot-leaded

with mal intentions.

Run from me

Run

Run from my spiders

and red velvet,

because

I don't even know

what I want anymore

or better yet,

how I want it...

Coldplay - Hymn For The Weekend

...they've been searching for a while now

waiting eons to find him,

the one

to serve their King.

Walking for centuries

their feet never tire

effortlessly gliding

'cross the Earth,

their eyes awake

their minds open.

Spinning into being,

they find 

a wilting body in stone

and know it's him

white-winged

on the edge.

He knows nothing 

of himself

or his fate...

and they take him

wash him

teach him

love him...

Purity Ring - Begin Again

...bath on, per usual

my deluge surges

through the faucet

hot like I like

foamed like I like

I lay

ribboned in wet

I close my eyes

and slip under

a chardonnay float

by my side

just in case, of course

I do this thing

a melody on repeat

til I see every lick, vocable

til I see his voice, his face

and my own bow-tie

white, with a large pearl

at its knot

I drift along

wishing of swords

hoping of apples

gilded over for my own pleasure

horned for black feathers

and velvet beaks

I swan,

dreaming of that peak

wishing of that peak

hoping for that peak

in the foggy distance

far, far away...