Sta.sh
Aquamarine
by ~spinningcannonI have seen two thousand starry nights
and can still count the hours
spent with my eyes wandering from one burning pinpoint to the next
wondering and waiting.
My memories have been lit by indigo evenings
by breathless moments
reaching out of car windows
catching the frozen air as it caressed my tired bones
ringing with the melodies of forgotten years.
When it rains
my eyes sting with empathetic devotion
the droplets clinging to my hair like miniscule galaxies
dreaming of broken skyscrapers
and I still cannot find the words to describe you.
ours is a love that none have ever dared to dream before.
we are defined by the unusual
our own personal color spectrums
glimmering like sandcastles
and holding our breath against the tide
trying to catch a glimpse of that aquamarine heaven
as we lose ourselves beneath the fractured sunlight
laughing at the glorious catastrophe of us.
we will never live up to our names.
hiding broken histories and tearful contrition
staggering weaknesses
i am no shimmering ideal
and you are no blood-spattered ataxia
choking with rage
lost in this nebulous agony; suffocating
my hands are burnt.
running from bleak puppetry
i pray for scars
and yet
these tragic distances lose all
relevance
in the static-laced interims
drowning in delicate chronology
you intoxicate my nerves
intangible beloved
irreplaceable.
every moment has been
p r i c e l e s s .
every ache, every smile,
every silent syllable
ancient words and tired eyes
embracing my early morning thoughts
echoing through every note I dare to explore
with an empyreal sort of dissonance
a misunderstood chord in the symphony of things
my major seventh.
if I could put you to music a resounding symphony on my heartstrings
the ineffable echoes in my ribcage
would steal my voice away
the white stillness knows of our secrets
snowflakes clinging to every ephemeral sigh
veiling sentiments in foreign tones
burning with subaqueous confessions
a paradoxical state of mind
watching sparks catch on the ice
our spectrums are complimentary
you are my curse, my blessing
my emerald-eyed maelstrom
inducing this desperate oneirataxia
in which we are never surprised to find each other
(chasing relentless hopes)
reaching for a link that was never promised to us
you transcend my capacity to speak
leaving this starlit soul with naught but indescribable emotion
and so I reach out to you in wordless sorrow
praying for a single moment of euphoric refuge
sobbing as you unconditionally hold me close
your chest holds no shuddering disbelief
when I brush my contrite fingertips
across invisible scars
yet you recognize every fragile heartbeat
as if they had been written for you alone.
we are an impossibility.
we are a dream so beautiful
that reality could not possibly contain it
reaching out and blessing us with shaking hands
we would never survive here.
and yet I'm willing to try
as long as you promise to follow
for as long as they expect your heart
to conform to stereotypical disorder
we can be as illogical as we want.
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We are just these people, happy tangled lives. We are only chemicals and skin, barely strapped in.
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Your soul shines in hasty splendor
Come see the spark
Come feel the surrender.
Absolutely beautiful, I found myself having to read it out loud
(I never read poetry/literature out loud)
Just...stunning, I can tell this is close to you.
I can relate to it so well...<3.
"a misunderstood chord in the symphony of things
my major seventh." my favorite line <3
you have a way with words (understatement)
glorious(:
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there's a drumming noise inside my head
that starts when you're around
swear that you could hear it,
it makes such an almighty sound
-florence & the machine; 'drumming song'
It is close to me, yeah. Probably the closest of all my work so far.
And I'm glad you like that line. ^^
Once again, thank you so much.
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The time is now!
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there's a drumming noise inside my head
that starts when you're around
swear that you could hear it,
it makes such an almighty sound
-florence & the machine; 'drumming song'
Did you know me when you wrote this?
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"Words are our weakest hold on the world"
I just so happen to like that weak hold.
(Click the following link. It's my livelihood.)
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Oh-- and there was also a switched line, now that I look at it.
"You will never live up to your name.
it is a name you will never live down
bestowed upon you in a moment of absolute weakness
in the midst of blood and tears
of broken histories and catastrophe."
I added my own name into the final draft, but there's the original version.
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The time is now!
This really confused me.
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"Words are our weakest hold on the world"
I just so happen to like that weak hold.
(Click the following link. It's my livelihood.)
[link]
Then I realized that the original draft, which I checked for the creation date, had a different line.
So I added that in for it's own sake.
Sorry that I confused you.
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The time is now!
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Don't be eager, call in four days...
"Dream no small dreams for they have no power to move the hearts of men."
~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe