flightyou mentioned vulnerability but that's myflight by a-secret-key
weakness. i can wash anything off, no lady
macbeth. i'm all copper and silver and
anything that conducts. the current is my currency,
soon as it's vintage, and i'm always fast.
free will is real so you
can't touch me, and
i'm a gambler
(don't remind me tomorrow if i'm grey)
but i'm invincible. someday,
i'll withdraw it all in words,
when it's sluggish and slighty off. like shifting
gears, i can skip a few on my way back
down, and i barely feel it. that's the truth.
19/05/14a sort of forcefield and the edges buzz,19/05/14 by a-secret-key
lap at my eyes like a camera lens. and that's such a dead
simile, i know, but sometimes it just
fits and besides, i'm too lazy to think of another.
did you see that? the blackbird moves across the lawn, a clot.
it picks its way through the blockages, digested flame
and burnt-up blossom, noise on my green. i watch
for a while and then i just
close my eyes.
i never knew what this meant,
still don't. the world is swollen. got a word for that?
Sea poem, Maysuch a sleek thing, the sky,Sea poem, May by a-secret-key
inside your mouth like a mist. your throat--
i concentrated the best i could.
my shoes clattered the rock-- it felt good to climb,
like i'd been somewhere.
i shut my eyes and tried noticing
--thought i'd see a glimpse, an eye-stain or a
linger, but you'd been there long enough for your skin to peel back, so
why was i wanting a handshake?
the sea was one thing, the cave another. a smooth
belly of rock, not much else. it dribbled stones out
onto the beach, a bodied white noise that bothered me. i looked so hard,
kept my face to the light and my eyes
shut against it. that's glory, i suppose,
once you boil the whole thing down and look at the bones of it,
which i did. that's what i'm trying to tell you.
sometimesi used to think this was the easy part:sometimes by a-secret-key
having something, keeping it. turns out
i'm no good with keeping--
just taking, just moving on. it's not all
bad, though, and
in the end i guess i like that so much of this
is down to me. effects
don't always have causes. sometimes
we just get tired-- tea stained
lantern sunlight. do you ever get
home is tiny in the distance. its lights?
i can barely see them--
corner of the eye,
they burst with tiny needles.
a nice thought, i guess, but maybe that's just me-- sometimes i wish
all light was firelight. it's silly, yeah,
but i'm young enough to still get why it's good
to be tangible.
sometimes my head is cotton-stuffed
and somewhere far away from caring. but then
sometimes it's just my head. i'm beginning
to get used to that--
sometimes i even fall asleep.
a novel and a half for youyou know ellie, there's a oscar wilde quote i've always loved.a novel and a half for you by rachel-rhapsody
' to live is the rarest thing in the world -
most people merely exist, that is all'
i know you think i don't remember asking you to walk with me, four years ago on that camp - but i do. i remember the first day of school, sitting in the buzzing classroom full of pre-teens dressed in school uniforms all one size too big. i remember, i was sitting across the classroom from you, and you were one of the only one's not talking, not screaming. you sat there, immersed in your own silence, smiling now and then.
i used to love the idea of who i thought you were -
the quiet achiever, the one with the incomprehensible vocabulary and all the answers.
over the past few years, i have seen you cry, watched you laugh, learnt from you, taught you things - i have grown up with you.
i have watched you change, and to me, it has been one of the most beautiful things i've ever witnessed in my life. and i don't mean beautiful in the
everythingoneeverything by rachel-rhapsody
beads of water still clung to your skin as you wrapped me in your arms, skin cold like morning air. you pressed yourself into me, nuzzled your head into my shoulder, arms around my back like i was the most precious thing you'd ever held. we sat in front of my bedroom doors; two large glass panes, framed with wood painted white that led to the backyard, watched as puddles grew and the reflection of the moon grew within them.
i laid my head in your lap, and you ran your shaking fingers through my hair as i watched a cloud of smoke trail from your lips and dissipate into nothingness. in that moment, i don't think there was anything else. there was no one else in the world, nothing i could worry about - only you and i watching the world change, truly, truly in love.
people so often say to me that the english language fails to have words to describe a perfect moment. this moment though, it wasn't inarticulable - it was just beautiful.
not beautiful in the way of old film photos o
Insignificant ContradictionsPulsating wallsInsignificant Contradictions by Chemical-Shrimp
Ever the more to collapse
Anonymously to the beautiful dirt &
Sacrilegious among ever-burning flames
Easier to place all these lies within jars [devour the hope]
Not in the right places at the wrong time
even in the mid-morning hour; whilE clocks howl
Vaguely remembering all that never was
more visible than air; cagEs remain freedom inspired
revive the lies that unknowingly choked on Rocky hope
gulls tell me of taLes of impeccable atrocities;
ever the more bEautiful to the mind of a wanderer
to only gain a map of never ending Twisted circle truths
Maybe it was
only ever a drEam
waKening for nothing and everything
all at oNce; and never for a momentary glimpse;
of Old lanterns and china dolls dancing in the distance
With only the air of dreams to catch them~
resumeThe trees were crackling towardsresume by archelyxs
the tumbling slate-grey sky. The
morning was vain and well-rested;
you came a nightingale, soft
and unmoving. From there we
saw tragedies unfold continually
into an ocean of invented trust
and exogenic sincerity. Energy
thrown about and captured,
hardened wanderlust in our eyes,
screaming and laughing, falling,
folding with the sky. My heart
was an open cut and every
touch was a sting and I kept it
glistening and wavering so deep
inside that I lost contact with
the world, lost everything. I was
going through old pictures of us,
sunbleached pictures of sunlight
bouncing off our hair. Pictures
of me resting my head on your
shoulder as you pick at the brown
grass beside your sneaker. Pictures
of us with the most shameless smiles.
I guess all along you were infallible,
that's all the pictures have shown