truth and a dream of transparency

delirious mist boils me raw
sordid blue dreams trudge in my mind
voices beg for freedom from my fingertips
there, grasped tightly in my palm --
red crescent marks:
sore, stopping them from soaring.
them. they who are loud.
grating.
raucous.
the truths, the harsh truths,
that no one wants to hear.

hello

hello, loves.

During the final stretch of the schoolyear, I was veryyyy busy.
Not so anymore, so I have no excuse :/
I've been writing here, though.

see you soon, loves <3

cheers x

super short -- rain song

as you probably could tell, the last two posts were my take on magnetic poetry, where I look at the words for inspiration rather than actually using only those words... BUT I'll take a stab at the official magnetic poetry now!!

The pure peace of spring --
Behold, the stones murmuring harmony,
and the rain with a song of rivers.

the sun watches us in our sweet drunken dream

the sun watches us
in our sweet drunken dream
delirious in spirit
soaring through the mist
shining shadows on the moon

shallow

fools feast with fiery eyes
upon the shell a ghost has left.
a picture without the essence of life,
aping the essence that left the shell.