I Love The Beach So Much, If Theres One Thing Im Certain Of In My Life Is That Wherever And Whoever I

i love the beach so much, if there’s one thing i’m certain of in my life is that wherever and whoever i end up living up, it HAS to be by the beach. beach beach beach

i’m hungry <3

Deep Summer Thoughts

A calling I cannot tone out

louder, bursts, unfolds, breaks up,

my legs, cold. The Light, it Speaks

to me, yet It won’t Shine in me.

Why won’t It look my way, have I

something done so cruel to drown It?

I look back, read the leaves of the

trees, each grain of sand. They shine,

like I used to. I go closer,

in longing, in desperation.

Yet they stab me, pierce my bones,

a cold, unspoken feeling.

I go deeper towards Him,

My Light. That warm feeling on

my skin, undressed. He kissed me

once, he’ll kiss me again.

As I touch him, and he me

they suck me in, obliviously.

I keep going deeper, thinking

that it is Him. Suddenly, no

warmth is felt on my bare

skin, no sweetness, it’s not fair.

They pull me in, drink me up.

Finally, they take my breath

Away. I no longer see the Light,

I no longer see My Sun. This

deep water that drowns love struck

souls, drowned me. Moonlight on

my skin, crazy whispers all come

in, I no longer have a purpose,

all I dream about is Him. Oh,

how oblivious I was! No wonder

they never let me in. I said

I’d be the last to pass, but

first I had to surrender, but

I couldn’t surrender Him.

there's something about the mirror in the hallway

my reflection pours a whine glass wearing a webbed dress made of phantasmas i stare at her in the hallway such a shame, crying on a summer's day i don't understand her demands red excuses speak in different tongues an image of lace underwear haunts my daydream as a honeyed nightmare i'd write about you like a vine the graze of your cotton skin upon mine driving me nowhere i would know naked license plates coax me out of love am i wasting away in place? porcelain tears on an undrawn face laid by a statue's decency the clouds shape the moon's hidden lunacy my portrait of anonymity bedaubed in oil paint and nudity

“fishy”

Peony

i like to think of you sometimes

and peony petals begin to flutter

below the skin of my cheeks

as i blush at the thought of your voice

breathy praise and your touch

so soft, as the very petals of the flower