"The way her body existed only where he touched her. The rest of her was smoke."
Arundhati Roy (via blankpagesandinvisibleink)
Beautiful.
(Source: frailandfragilebars)
The Empire Has Walls
I look forward to the past.
You are always there, smiling at me.
Not this stark raving future.
I want a soft place to return to
Where all good souls come to rest
You were sweet then,
Crowding my bedroom with roses
Kissing each of my fingertips with a quiet passion I had never known before
Your eyes we’re so solemn and full of promises
That I’m so sorry you couldn’t keep
There are birds,
Raining down from the heavens.
The earth and the moon will kiss
Selections from the organist
That little bird was blue
He flew so far, outside the walls
You left your picture, carved into my chest
There was so much sadness then.
"If you always do what interests you, at least one person is pleased."
Katharine Hepburn
(Source: stardustmelody)
Tristan Alexander (Where All Good Souls Come To Rest)
I had a dream you almost belonged to me
I reached across the dusty floor and noticed you weren’t there anymore
I promise I’ll never give your memory away
I’ll keep you, inside my heart
No one will walk over your grave
I stare in wonderment at the darkness of your eyes.
Lets share our misery.
We will be complete.
Chrysanthemums
We will be reborn as flowers, as I touch your face
I think of all the times you grew away from me
And harden like a stone
Traces of you growing from my skin
Small eruptions of vines snaking their way around my heart
The broken man with the basket of flowers
Pulls himself daily, to wait by the freeway sign
He doesn’t love anyone
Only knows that dead roses wilt in the sun, and that the heart contracts as you become older
Less things excite you, less people get inside
We become so brittle, etched against stone
Chemical tides change our lives and I so vacantly detach myself from the goings on in hopes of resurrecting a dead child I left behind so long ago
You were right, my friend. I am forgotten.
Putrefying in a dusty vase by the window.
Thank you for the desperate eternity
I look forward to losing you.
Beauty can be found, even in the most obscene
Trudging carefully over dark waters, soap scum borders
Though she wept, she could not make him stay
The gravity between their hearts was slowly shifting apart
Tidal waves and land slides opened the mines
And the fumes filled her head, filled her head
“How much did you love me as you plunged the knife in my chest? How much did you love me then?
You think I don’t have resentment burning behind my eyes?
I’ll kill you with every imagined kindness, and you’ll only have yourself to blame.
I have given you the pearl of my youth, and you have given it to another. Such a shame.”
Her madness is delight; obituary kindness
I love her painted enamel and vinyl
She whips my eyes and causes me to see
The fury of the broken heart
The anger of the sea
“I will wash you away; wash you away.Wash away the burden that your eyes give to me. Every second is an eternity in the hell of your desire. I am a broken instrument; tortured child. I have lain with you and I have lost. You have bred such confusion in me.”
Do you remember the way out of his eyes?
The color of antiquity
I am forgotten. I am forgotten.
Do you remember me?
His mate was seriously injured after she was hit by a car as she swooped low across the road. He brought her food and tended to her with love and compassion.
He brought her food again but was shocked to find her dead. He then tried to move her….a rarely-seen effort for swallows. Aware that his mate is dead, he cries with adoring love. He stood beside her body with sadness and sorrow.
People cried after seeing these pictures when they were published in the leading newspaper in France. All copies of the paper were sold out on the day the pictures were released.
And many people think animals don’t have emotions.
His mate was seriously injured after she was hit by a car as she swooped low across the road. He brought her food and tended to her with love and compassion.
He brought her food again but was shocked to find her dead. He then tried to move her….a rarely-seen effort for swallows. Aware that his mate is dead, he cries with adoring love. He stood beside her body with sadness and sorrow.
People cried after seeing these pictures when they were published in the leading newspaper in France. All copies of the paper were sold out on the day the pictures were released.
And many people think animals don’t have emotions.
(Source: missjulison)
Hot Sun
The air was tough
We melted through days of American waste
I could have sworn,
That your heart belonged to me
You pressed your hot mouth against my nipple
Confusing the warmth of your sun for love
Tell me, does the Earth remember being drowned in oceans?
Deep blue underworlds like the fleshy corridors where your blood flows freely
Breathing breathing breathing every hot breath of you
I wanted to save you, dear
But I didn’t know how to swim
You let other people into our world,
It will no longer be sacred.
What a waste.
