nocturne.each falling note is like falling down stairs,nocturne. by ~Hakyness3876
falling into the inevitable
into myself and into you.
each trill is the quiet whimper of that realization
that wrenches your chest in the deep corners
of nighttime, as you remember
the sorrow reflecting to render you blind
like glass in a desert.
each resolution reminds you
that roses do bloom within their perch of thorns.
i wish to grace their petals on your
jagged hip bones,
to whisk away with these faint fingers of mine
the cool precipitation of your long-suppressed demons.
oh, how easily despair melts
into the toxic, tainted,
twisted gladness of love.
God.and.television.i am restless.God.and.television. by ~Hakyness3876
the world is restless and turning under me, like a light sleeper stirred by night terrors and aches, the tides as the soft breathing of slumber, the tsunamis the startled gasp of a too familiar dream slipping away into a puddle of forgetfulness, a puddle of cars and houses and bodies covered in salt and mud in the wreckage waiting to be discovered.
she is restless too. she climbs up the stairs and slumps her bag to the floor, pacing before making tea. she reclines in the glow of the ascending sun and waits. she can't recall her plans or her purpose here in the empty house, other than to sip tea and send slothful glances out t
149 grains of pollenWhat are you doing? she asked, sitting up on the white-sheeted bed and crossing her arms over her chest.149 grains of pollen by ~burning-waters
Youll see, he whispered. He held a petal of a fresh flower back with one hand and started to collect pollen by passing his other hand through the stamens. The grains stuck to the plastic glove he was wearing, and he passed one finger over the other, brushing the powder off into a plastic baggie he now held with his ungloved hand.
He carefully placed the bag down on the low table beside her reclining bed and gave her a quick glance, looking at her unsatisfied expression with a slight grin before picking up hi
-The Happy Meeting-I love him like he loves me-The Happy Meeting- by ~CelestinaGrey
He's the sweetest that ever could be
I love his smile, and the way he laughs
I feel we'll whether many beaten paths
Just a word from him and my grey world turns bright
I wish I could talk with him day and night
He doesn't even see it, he truly doesn't know
I guess I'm too shy to let my love show
But I'll tell him, every single day
That he makes me smile, in the happiest way
It seems that God has handed me this plate;
The happy meeting of Destiny and Fate