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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.
candles
light the candles
watch the flame flicker
don’t get too close
don’t get burned please
feel the warmth
the warmth of my heart
smell the scent
i can’t escape this feeling
cute bedding 🩰 —I’m in love
𝐼’𝑚 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑦𝑒𝑦𝑦 𝘩𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦‘𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛‘𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 <33
🎀 a pink angel 👼🏼
♱ 2022 - having long and healthy hair ♱
layout ideas 💋☕️
layouts again 😎
Wellness 🥒🎀🧖🏻♀️
Cut the lines
CUPID - FIFTY FIFTY 🎻
CUPID IS SO DUMB >.<
🦇 you are the light of my darkness ! 🕷️
Fairy Salt
Archive #14 | copyright to saturnfairycat
Author's Note: Bonjour, first poem from the Star cluster of pasque flower series is here! Enjoy :)
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Fairy Salt
Meadows, ponds, butterflies and all
The jealousy, envy towards a thrall.
To have dreams with one can break walls.
Saturn has one too many rings to fall
Out of line, out of sight.
Hail storms help those to recall
The attic, the dust, that was used to stall.
Oh, hail one that dares to crawl
Out of sight, out of mind.
Sunflowers, tulips, roses and all,
The fairy that withdraws the pall.
A spiteful befall.
Ocean waves, known to leman,
The echoing within a shell hidden under damp sand.
Floating in space, drifting on wood.
Isolation, fear,
Scent of salt and rotten pier.
A story told by sailors and elves alike,
A history, a history to dislike.
An entombment used to engulf the rage,
A minor death, left to drown and age.
One can remember some
While one can remember all.
But she– the one who dares to question,
Argue against her majesty, his bride,
Remembers all.
As it was she,
Who died.
The attic, the castle,
The meadow and the sea–
Something that one tends to forget because no one is free.
Do you see her soul?
Do you see the fairy fly?
Or have you forgotten
That night–
When the flowers started to die.
Wither, winter, spring and grow,
The elves dancing– prancing for gold.
But one elf does not twirl or beg,
They are meant for the flower bed.
Lying and crying,
Mourning and laughing.
The smell of salt and sound of hail,
Oh, please don’t forget the veil.
Flowers,
The honey, the comb.
Iris, Peony, and Manuka are thrown
Not at her tomb stone, no.
But at the majesty’s, the lord,
And no one below.
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A human in a mushroom house
Archive #16 | copyright to saturnfairycat
Author's Note: yes. I must confess. this one is very short - have no fear! The title is what makes it iconic. Enjoy!
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A human in a mushroom house
A funeral for someone who dares to question power,
a shadow obligated to cower.
A love towards another could be a one way stream,
while the amour propre of the other could be dead scream–
a sleeping lake.
When will my Inamorato wake?
When will fairies start singing for thy
Instead for the Queen?
Oh, her majesty, the Queen,
What a joke, what a pity!
Nothing seems to make them witty,
Their own Queen died, not from poison.
Pixie dust doesn’t fix everything, does it?
His love, his bride.
A fairy that reminded him of the clouds
Who kissed the sun in a hush lullaby.
As the moon, red as blood can be,
Replaced it at night.
The Queen was replaced, yes!
By a human, no less.
A minor death, left to rot…
As the human queen, was never caught.
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