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can i make it any more obvious?
nobody can find out how much i need love
the faint touch of spring, wings of a lapis dove
doomed, blooming tulips blanket my sight above
the ground on which i sit upon, alone, thereof
nobody can find out how much i need love
a lustful dose of aquamarine ketamine
white sage valley
where rams come to die and
goats become human
crystal anthems of chrysanthemums
cause shivers in my skin and goosebumps on my bones
pearly tears in the sink
twisted gears, i can’t think
through the years keep me weak
we cut ourselves on piles of ionian sea glass
your infra-red blood on my body paint
just hostility and futility embracing in a whisper
cover me in velvet bruises on my inner thigh
make me in your thyme less soul
opalescent adolescent violence
my wet nymphette scent
accompanying a lavenderection of a coleo rising
my own softness chokes me, a violin side me
lively nightshade in your hair
like nevergreen overgrowth on a grave
the tyrannical terrain decomposes the magnoliar tree
lilac tarmac scorching below you and me
you were sculpted not by the gods but by those who appreciate mortality
make me in your soul
peel away layers of plaster from my sun-kissed skin
and watch the jealousy crumble to the ground
i unfurl like petals when i’m with you
if you weren’t mine, the skin would fall on its own
unloved for eternity away from your gaze
give me
hibiscus kisses below
eucalyptus eclipses
instead
champagneful truths become the lie
candlet go of hoarse remorse
if with you i’ll never die
you broke inside of me and painted it all blue
now dance naked in the ocean of my body under the moon of my mind
i wish you could skinny dip in my lagoon empty of perfume
my soul, reborn in your eyes
a single moth attracted by a flicker
that never vanishes on time
hollow worry
hammer heart
worthless mercy
worlds apart
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
the psychology behind cutting your hair
my hair is living - like overgrowth on a grave cinnamon wine cleans my eyes foxglove stare the perfume veering wildly in my bedroom the mirror complicates my reflection and reminds me of a necklace in the silver coffer that lays forgotten i'm wearing you around my neck today you're etched into my soul the same overplayed CD i carved your name in each petal of my rose a white rose from adam she drunkenly takes off her top and poses in the mirror devoted to neurosis far too young to live the lamppost that forgets to turn off fresh air trapped between two blades so blunt, so dull she tattoos herself to never go out again barbed wire, northern lights i salivate salvation backing away from the mirror, my feet tremble over the pile of detached hair i am fatally female
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
Escapism
Music is so powerful
It can create peace
But it could also create chaos
A drug everyone is addicted to
How can you not?
Within a world full of hate
There’s no doubt we choose music
Over reality
You can call me a loner or attention seeker
But tell me, would you rather live
In a world of love and acceptance
Or internal pain and chaos?
Somedays I feel everything all at once
Other days, I feel nothing at all.
I don't know what's worse
Drowning beneath the waves
Or dying from the thirst.
Source: unknown.
When will I start reading for pleasure instead of escape??
In lockdown I learnt the meaning of escapism and have been dragging myself back to reality ever since
never gonna stop wanting to be a pirate in a fantasy setting; away from everything, some epic battles here and there and just drinking with my most trusted friends after a long day of pillaging
Pink, stop fooling around!
the diamond authority
tfw you come across some content (usually a piece of fanfiction) which makes you remember you wanna wear silk ties and sense life deeply, and you start shaking with long-forgotten passion for being fierce and true and vulnerable and dramatic like you're intoxicated with the perfect fantasy you learnt to abandon, and you wanna grab someone hard enough to leave bruises on their skin and let summer flow through you along with coffee and fresh cigarettes, but there's nobody and you're just a lonely quirky man forever imprisoned inside your mind and then you start listening to slow iamx songs
a place to rest. ig: parkingonthewildside
Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.
— William Faulkner.
"Embrace wanderlust, for in exploring the world, you often find yourself."
oh how i wish to be reading all day long but instead i have to revise