lemniscate I thought of you today, oh love,of how your reflections dance upon my closed eyesas the sunlight spirals through the silent hourswhen you move it reminds me of a morning fogsomething heavy with clarityand weightless in gravityuntil the sun catches your invisible veinsilluminating you like everything that ever wasand in your alien fragility I find such strengthechoing in ocean-deep eternitymy heart burns incomparably with your sparkthis wordless blue light glimmering beneath my bonesas bright as the moon and as true as the life in your eyesdespite all odds I still find myself swimming in the starsyet your presence i
I would give you everything and sometimes at nightI cannot tell where your presence endsand mine beginsas we spend countless momentsechoing through each otherwith infinite compassionuntil the ocean itself is alightwith the depth of what we have knownI feel no flicker of distance between usdespite the homesick threads along my spineand the unearthly light of your eyesthe stars speak our names in the darkand I am falling into your confessionsas we redeem our broken historiesin the burning moments we sharedefining fire itself through the sound of our heartsyou once said that I was your saving graceand that my crystal-eyed being defined you
3AM "Man, it is so incredibly late. This is insane."He smiled, but I could see the concern in his eyes, "Then why are you still awake?"I turned to face him, my own smile one of disbelieving amusement. "Too much work, love. And I know, tomorrow's another day, but tomorrow is also the scheduled date for a huge Xanga session, so that's going to devour all of my time…" I sighed. "I am just so exhausted. Not of the work, though," I quickly clarified. "It's this place that gets to me. The anger, the stress, the stagnation of time... It hurts me. I can't sleep with that around me sometimes."He said nothing, and I was honestly surprised at his
fragility He wordlessly raised one oceanic hand to his forehead, the sunlight flickering delicately through his claws. If I hadn't recognized his liquid form, I would've sworn he were made of glass... some sort of fiercely fragile being, as if he had escaped from a cathedral window.Chaos. What a beautifully unfit name. I'd spent countless hours debating the definition of such a title, but to no avail. In all truth, there was an almost breathtaking life to him; to the way he moved, to the way his beryl-blessed eyes purposefully focused on my own. Yet the God of Destruction held no catastrophe within him. On the contrary...My own gaze flickered to th
Aquamarine I have seen two thousand starry nights and can still count the hoursspent with my eyes wandering from one burning pinpoint to the next wondering and waiting. &
Empty “Do you know how it feels?To see people you’ve never met, and meet people you’ve never seen?I’m telling you, it’s breaking my heart.” I gestured blindly at the forgotten streets around us.He didn’t answer but turned to face me, bottleglass eyes reflecting the candy-apple paint of the car I was trailing my hand along. I wished my father had taught me about their insides.“I haven’t known the life you’ve lived,” he said sadly, and I distracted myself from the pain in my chest by trying to count the shards of glass we were walking over.There was an abandoned café on the next st
ragged His shadow was as ragged as the edges of his thoughts, and he moved with the grace of a falling star. I must admit I was fascinated by his paradoxical beauty, by the dark gold hum of his eyes, by the way his voice caught like a wave breaking in the night.There were secrets hidden in the spaces between his fingers and I spent far too many aching moments wishing I could feel them, that I might know even the smallest fragment of the days he had lived as an ephemeral specter upon the earth.But the years are cruel to us all, and I knew we both still bled the same.
mantis Oh, world, you just don't understand.These foolish things, these transient passions and shallow pursuits... why?Why do you force them upon me?I do not understand you, and you do not understand me.It frightens me, sometimes, that you and I are so very different. The moments you find joy in chill me to the bone. Your dark-haired boys and starry-eyed girls are alien to me; a tiny anomaly, a strange sort of insect caught between your stained hands.Let me go, please. I beg of you.Let me be free of your expectations, your rebellions, your dogmas and your drivel.I know you think it the best, to keep me here, whispering your laws into
blotches The city was an insomniac, its streets roaring in razorbright hysteria. A lone shadow turned his tricolor eyes to the miasmatic sky, burned an infectious orange from years of abuse. I haven't seen the moon in years, he thought disjointedly, his lungs heavy with smog. Thick lines of neon blood poured down from the man's hairline, leaving unearthly blotches that glowed against his chest. He shuddered slightly, the unforgiving masses paying no heed, as a roll of static crashed beneath his collarbone.
notice Dear God, he's my best friend. I can't do this. No one heard my thoughts over the suffocating silence. I was terrified, more aware of my fragile mortality than I had ever been.The moments were ticking away like a time bomb, each unforgiving second dragging me a step closer to death… but it was either mine or his, and if I had to die to keep him alive, then so be it. No one noticed me hesitate. No one noticed the pain in my eyes. I turned around and my fate was sealed.
wishing Wishing, hoping, praying… it was all I could remember doing. How long had I been fighting this harsh reality? I stared in the mirror, coldly observing my stolen body, as I did every night. It was not mine; it had never been mine, and I despised every inch of it. Even now my consciousness burned at the awareness of these loathsome bones. There would be no shooting stars tonight, I thought bitterly.
rejection "This isn't what we're looking for," as the paper slid back across the table.The shadow of a hand covered my face. Cold. Didn't you want to see me? After the countless hours you spent with your eyes fixed on mine, couldn't you bear to look at me?If I'm not what you were looking for, if I truly have no use, what will become of me?Was I born only to die?Was I created only to be rejected?
Rain He runs a hand through his neatly combed hairsighs through the steam of his black coffeeand reaches down to mute the sound of jungleland on the radioThe sky is the color of his suitand countless tiny raindrops play a secret sonatathrough a dim clatter on the roof of his chevroletA single scarlet spotlight flickers through the windshield wipersonly a few minutes from home nowhe's driving past the convenience centersand he's the only car on the roadAn old woman hurries to her car under a floral-print umbrellaher groceries in a paper bag gripped by bony fingersapples and lettuce and the morning newsa gallon of milk and
Gizoid Bring hope to humanityFor chaos love and sanityAre dying in the street.I can't let this fall apart.What is here and who am I?Tell me, am I going to die?I won't let history repeatI'm deadly but I have a heart.You war machineI'll break your dreamNow, form a link with me!The stars explodeAn overloadThe earth? This cannot be!I have no choice, I have to leaveThe rest of you need to believeThere's something that I must achieveI have to rescue him.You're back to who you were beforeBut now you're broken on the floorIs this what we were fighting for?Your eyes are getting dim...Mother, friendsThis is the en
Impulse: Heart of Glass I'm sorry. How many times have I said that?
Empathy I want to find the placewhere all the old love letters gowhere the unspoken whispers echo stillwhere childhood memories flicker brightlyI want to find the placewhere dusty photographs are treasuredwhere old memories are relivedwhere forgotten songs ring true.I want to know every face in the obituariesI want to mourn them without being scornedI want to visit every soul in the hospitalsin the nursing homesin the homeless shelterson the streetsin the orphanagesI want to meet every soul in the worldAnd make their lives part of my ownI want to live in the abandoned houses.I want to bring the imaginary friends ba
compassion I awoke this morning to find you in my arms.Now he holds you the same.I feel no pain, no envy... such things cannot exist for the sake of love.I simply feel purposeless. An extra wheel; an accidental addition.I am intruding upon something I relinquished a lifetime ago.My chandelier has shattered; yours is picturesque. My presence only forebodes a fate I swore I would never let you suffer.So what do I do?Encircled by orange light, you told me that you needed me,that he needed me,in spite of everything.You held me the same way that he did,that I did,and I can't help but wonder"what do you feel?"I would love to reac
Dreamer StarlightWhy don't you close your eyes, it's late at nightYou say you're scared of what you see at nightYou'd rather stay wide awakeSilentlyMy child, will you even remember me?When morning comes what will be left of me?It's becoming more than I can takeYou're just a silly littleSilly little dreamerA fantasy believerYou never seem to knowExactly where you're going to goEach night you wander through your headThrough empty streets and sobbing shadowsThe stars fade into redOpen your eyes and face tomorrowSunlightWhy are you crying, love, are you alright?You don't have to be scared, I'll stay with you tonight
Shine... ShineShine some hope down on meIn these dark and dreary daysShineShine some love down on meThrough the dim and bleary hazeFar above the city streetsFar above this dusty roadFar above the glittering glassFar away from a place called homeGive me something to believe inBefore my heart is too far goneLet me know I've got a reasonTo face my fears and carry onIn this sad and sighing worldKeep my eyes far off the groundLet me look upAnd see some hope shining down...
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