Bleeding trees and fields in threes;
the light upon thee, in spite of violent outbreaks,
and breeching the limits of your fascination,
it can only go backwards from here.
Still, I love your heart in my hand.
As I sit blissfully at water's edge,
adoring the rainfall on my head,
I flee in all directions,
disintegrating into my other form
and fill in the missing gray
with myself, in the air.
And my sight attempts to recover
from the ecstating uprising
that drowned my mind and
pushed it into tributaries.
With this relentless grasp of my
habitat, a memory is drawn.
And, oh I remember now,
how perfect it all is,
in the midst of dark, light,
and all parts unidentified.
Bestow unto me, your majesties
for thine eyes no longer see;
the power resting within thee
can be used most graciously
in the hands of us, the children,
ever-curious, forever wondering,
scouring the earth with our
waiting mouths and fingers,
bleeding into fields and
each other's minds, sharing
pieces of life.
Pray for the Innocent by chaos--theory, literature
Literature
Pray for the Innocent
From blackness there is a sound
Drowning, pounding close.
Purposeless or not,
Assuredness or not,
Where are the innocent,
Should I pray?
But what if just this once,
Cataclysmic,
it could be...
Is there danger, or merely me
Just pray that it doesnt fall
Pray for the innocent
to rest gently, sleep safely
to no longer worry
About strangers, akin to us
Each other, each other
These strangers, so are we
Why must we worry
about killing
our innocent selves
Undeserved.
Bleeding trees and fields in threes;
the light upon thee, in spite of violent outbreaks,
and breeching the limits of your fascination,
it can only go backwards from here.
Still, I love your heart in my hand.
As I sit blissfully at water's edge,
adoring the rainfall on my head,
I flee in all directions,
disintegrating into my other form
and fill in the missing gray
with myself, in the air.
And my sight attempts to recover
from the ecstating uprising
that drowned my mind and
pushed it into tributaries.
With this relentless grasp of my
habitat, a memory is drawn.
And, oh I remember now,
how perfect it all is,
in the midst of dark, light,
and all parts unidentified.
Bestow unto me, your majesties
for thine eyes no longer see;
the power resting within thee
can be used most graciously
in the hands of us, the children,
ever-curious, forever wondering,
scouring the earth with our
waiting mouths and fingers,
bleeding into fields and
each other's minds, sharing
pieces of life.
Pray for the Innocent by chaos--theory, literature
Literature
Pray for the Innocent
From blackness there is a sound
Drowning, pounding close.
Purposeless or not,
Assuredness or not,
Where are the innocent,
Should I pray?
But what if just this once,
Cataclysmic,
it could be...
Is there danger, or merely me
Just pray that it doesnt fall
Pray for the innocent
to rest gently, sleep safely
to no longer worry
About strangers, akin to us
Each other, each other
These strangers, so are we
Why must we worry
about killing
our innocent selves
Undeserved.
no ink poisoning for you by Squirrel-23, literature
Literature
no ink poisoning for you
stuff to remind me of you:
rough hands of sculptors who stopped sculpting but never stopped being sculpted.
kites and the wind that carries them, that i hope maybe carries a breath or two of you too.
stars with pupils and irises with shine that brighten days.
late-night conversations where one (or both) participant(s) become(s) the blood of trees and say(s) the cutest things.
words that don't exist until they've been said twice.
intentional (or un) misspellings.
wordsputclosetogetherlikeiwishwewere.
as a sidenote:
i know it's selfish but if
i could give you anything
i would still give you
me
Little purple paper crane, I'm staring at you as you sit on your perch made from a wooden fan. You hold your head so high, do you feel glorious and mythical sitting upon my destroyed and paper covered desk? Or do you hide darker emotions;
Pain
Fear
Anger
Alone
Depressed
Remorse
Little purple paper crane, I'm staring at you; thinking about your emotions and thoughts. Stay happy and strong, I muse quietly to myself. So fragile and delicate, yet so strong and matured, please feel;
Joy
Happiness
Rapture
Laughter
Release
Pleasure
Little purple paper crane, just remember one thing. Though you sit in destruction, you are beautiful and