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This Is For You by PermanentlyExhausted This Is For You :iconpermanentlyexhausted:PermanentlyExhausted 4 9
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My Ocean Heart Belongs To Your Stardust
My home is with you
Because that’s where my heart has made itself comfortable
Because where my soul plays, is in the dips of your collarbones
& it rests against the curve of your neck, when your eyes are starward-bound
& my mind is always just moments away from yours
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Little Green by PermanentlyExhausted Little Green :iconpermanentlyexhausted:PermanentlyExhausted 14 12 Now Is The Time To Leave by PermanentlyExhausted Now Is The Time To Leave :iconpermanentlyexhausted:PermanentlyExhausted 13 16
Mature content
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Literature
Lifeline
My flame
q u i v e r s
As the ocean returns to me
Swallowing me quietly, alive
But your stardust still burns within my veins
So that i might shed light onto the
Deep dark waters inside.
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Literature
It's You
At long last i have found you
The “you” i thought i found before
The “you” i had lost before
That “you” was not you
A love i’ll never forget but this
Love i have for you
Is unlike anything
i have ever
Felt.
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Literature
Farewell
i had bit my tongue
until i bled
& you were forced to ask
if i was dead.
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Literature
Chronic
You mean so well that it
Pains me to look you in the eye
Because it doesn't feel like
i'll ever be okay again.
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Literature
Horizon
It is okay
I know the ocean can be rough sometimes
Too many granules of salt sometimes
And-
The waves are
Too high or too long
Or keep coming & there’s no end in sight
Like you’re caught in that tiny tunnel between the rolling sea & the crashing waves
I know
It is okay
I know you get lonely here along the shoreline and sea
Too many pieces and particles when you belong above with the sky
And-
There’s too much noise
Even if you enjoy listening to her songs sometimes
Sometimes you just need to go back to the echoing silence of space
Because the silence is what you need and that’s okay
I know
It is okay
She’ll wait for you
Where you lean down to whisper secrets of space
To us, children of the earth & sea
She’ll look up to you, with the reflection of you and yours in her heart.
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Literature
Wait For Me
“I’ll see you at the horizon”
Where the sorrowful sea tries
des per ate ly
To climb the sky
Breach the barrier
&
Fly.
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Literature
Resistant
you left me
with nothing
in our (now white) room
i awoke to the silence
of the lack
of your presence
& it smelt
like gasoline fumes
& cigarettes
you thought you
could burn me up ,
get rid of the evidence
but little did you know
i used to set myself aflame
just to feel anything other than the cold numb
lack of pain
& little did you know
that no one else
wants me
too
(you never had any idea of how much i wanted to die)  
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Literature
Only Ashes Remain
The wind is cold
On my bare fingertips, reaching up towards the sky
I pretend to wrap my hands around a star
As if to call it mine
As if to let it reignite the embers that are my soul.
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Disposable
i  saw you leave
When you thought i was dead
Or asleep
i  never wanted to be this person.
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Literature
Recipe For Instant Karma
Ingredients
Eight ounces water
One mug (to hold eight ounces of liquid)
One container of your favorite instant karma (coarsely or finely ground, to your preference)
One pinch of salt
Instructions
Step one:
Boil your water
Approximately six minutes on an electric stove
Or eight minutes on a gas stove
Or one minute and thirty seconds in the microwave
Step two:
Dip out a tablespoon or more of your favorite instant karma powder
Add a pinch of salt for added flavor!
Step three:
Pour your boiled water into your mug-
Stirring vigorously,
Careful to get out all the clumps  
Step four:
And now splash into the face of your enemies!
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This Is For You
i got a tablet
and i've been using it to work primarily on star fields for someone (youknowhoyouis)
this is just for fun, and practice- doing something i enjoy doing
i'm in no way a pro , total noob here
this is the piece i used for my thumbicon <3
so i hope you enjoy my random things (that make me happy)
and if you don't, then please makeyourwaysomewherelese
 i used photoshop elments 12 for this! and it took me a good 3 hours.
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My home is with you
Because that’s where my heart has made itself comfortable
Because where my soul plays, is in the dips of your collarbones
& it rests against the curve of your neck, when your eyes are starward-bound
& my mind is always just moments away from yours
My Ocean Heart Belongs To Your Stardust
so i'd like to come home now, if that's alright
--
that is a long title but it's the only one that fits
thankyou for taking in my ocean heart, starboy, i'm glad it's you <3
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30 deviations
i found some beautiful things
& here they are
<3

Winter solsticelong nights
break and retreat
like muddy tides
in the bay of blood
new dawns
emerge from waters
sharp and bright
like a frozen knife
white fires
scream in the sky
cut thick dead skin
of a toxic sleep
shedding prisms
I come back to life
stripped of all flesh
liquid like plasma
I pour myself
into the great mystery
turned into the light
shimmering like abalone
I open myself up
tremble with the universe
awakened and fragile
with shivers tinkling
down my bare core
I yearn nothing else
than to drown
in a hot steamy breath
of a quicksilver.
magnifico axiomatummy parents spoke languages of the great and grandest:
they were left cryptic symbols I could not pronounce
nor comprehend - I was merely a jester, a kid in a temple
of adamant logic and holy symmetry; what I remember
are delta-phi-sigmas inscribΣd Φn the ωΔlls, forming
a score of astral melodies, a perfect pitch sound.
Euclid stood by the altar, Pythagoras was the priest
at funerals of fallacies buried deep underneath
remnants of uncertain theories; they were plucking
off pages enwrapping the ripe fruit of wisdom
only to break humanity's savage, primordial teeth
on its tough seed. I used to hear my father join
the chanting of the prophets, with a solemn chorus
quod erat demonstrandum, in saecula saeculorum -
he could measure tall towers from shadows cast
on the ground, count up grains of sand scattered
in our windswept yard. neatly lined numbers
made him promises that will always hold true,
like upright soldiers summoned in a faithful salute.
he was sculpting
butterflies make homes in evergreen trees i. last night i lay awake and watched the sun go down, sipping my hibiscus tea. i lay and watched the horizon kiss the sky, exploding in bursts of yellows, oranges, pinks, the moon poking its face out of its colourful blanket.
last night i stayed up late, deep in thought, listening to the sounds of the wind outside the window, the rush of traffic driving by, the tapping of my pencil on the paper. a movie was playing in the background, a movie you recommended i watch.
last night i got drunk and wondered deeply about truths and myself, the kind of wondering that rattles my soul and pulls apart my perception. i got drunk and let my monologue find its way, late into the night, and your hand brushed against mine, and i fell silent.
ii. last summer i sat in the cool sand and listened to the lapping of the waves, the low sound of your laughter in my ear. i sat in the soft sand and let the sun rays kiss over my skin, golden and glowing.
last summer i sat and let the sun tickle me until i fell

The Closest Thing That Isn't LoveOnce dined by candlelight, hopeless
Romantic nevermore (now I tease sleep
behind the muted glow of screens in darkness).
“You collect souls,”
my friend once said.
I’m a love-at-first-write kind of girl—
faces don’t say as much as phrases, mind you.
Break your lines like waves upon the rocks—
each siren song entices me
to dive in deep.
speakeasystranded in the speakeasy
alcohol has made a tincture of my liver
for you to drink
errant lights of the corner stage
play over heckler and bourgeoisie alike
as if to by choice illuminate:
tired discussions and regurgitated phrasings
the bygone days
Better HorizonsYour cruelty was so sweet,
I almost accepted it,
Almost took it as tangible,
Like a law of my faith in you
Your neglect was unnoticed,
I didn't even see it,
Until I became a hobby,
And you vanished for something better,
Your love was toxic,
I never felt you,
Because you never returned it,
Because you were never really there,
Your openness was damning
I knew you never could be,
Closed like a bank vault,
Sharing only the trivial,
My strength was greater,
You didn't think so,
I found the will to leave you behind,
For better horizons
Your loneliness will drown you,
I can see it coming,
You have no one in the end,
You threw away who loved you

she and I (exorcism for beginners)she invented a great silence
so she wouldn't have to hear
what she thought
(she wanted)
some say some
ghosts
don't know
they're ghosts
(some say)
my apartment's haunted
fireflies before the fogi didn't stay too long,
to know the scent of rain,
all I knew was the dark,
mostly fog-clotted clouds,
a scabrous hand curled
upon the small mountain,
and windowless town,
before this gray on gray,
I saw fireflies lit the air,
the air was misted,
smoke thinly suffused,
gone before the moment
I knew it was there,
I went back to the trail,
head bowed, hands dirty
at my side, heart heaving
for the time before 
the sky ate the sun,
but just as well,
I went down away,
nothing, holding on me,
but the cold, the mist,
and the rain behind
secondhand sunI live and loathe to see the day
when we’re caught in the orbit
of a secondhand Sun,
unable to compare the dissonant blues between our skies
because we’re ever struggling to save our hands from ones
unmade of skin
a battered ball of grey haunts the corners of our dreams
but we’ve somehow failed to notice
that it’s been swapped for spotless rings
sleeping in to force-believe that the sunset's just a troop
of forest fires marching through insomniac trees
but no amount of running could repair melted bones
because, after all, it is said that running away from the world
doesn’t take you to another, only
shuttles you to a dilapidated mirror
of dying green, if even color could die
and feather-ruffled songs along blue creeks like beads on a string
become as distant as you feel, back turned
toward the world and the amnesia

ZephyrusYou coax, slowly.
Said it's like a bear in hibernation:
When my love lies buried under 15 feet of ice.
You take the form of spring,
And gently warm my frozen limbs.
I melt in his arms, crying—
"You deserve more summers than this."
"But all I want is you," he says.
And then my seasons shift.
Canto I have been bathed in the blood of woman
baptized in the sacrosanct womb
I am prophet, pilgrim
executioner
defender of the faith
in search of divinity
my eyes have seen truth;
I don’t want to go back
I don’t want to forget
the tears of man are vain;
who will console us?
fall to your knees and be blessed
(adore, adore fervently)
the day has come;
the soul is free
my heart has felt joy;
I don’t want to go back
I don’t want to forget
during endless years we have stripped
shaken off the shadowy shackles;
where has the key been hidden?
lost, buried, cast away
under all the loose skin
reptilian layers sloughed off
my soul has known longing;
I refuse to go back
but I always forget
Amnesia SmilesAmnesia smiles on
a cat-filled couch. Our old jokes
feel like my best friends.
Your hands know the knots
on the back of my neck, just
how to untie them.
You make the coffee.
I add the cream. I finish
your thoughts as you speak.
Once, we stood in the
kitchen, believing that in-
finity was ours.
Now, the past is a
closet full of bones and I
can’t see beyond it.
Infinity was
just another sunset; it
burned out, then came night.
What is left but old
jokes and aging cats? My voice
has been all but spent.
My nails are ragged;
my shoes are worn through, but the
sidewalk still goes on.

Conversations with strangers when you are alone    She is blood-covered, swill-soaked. She is a tiny invalid between these filthy and expansive sheets. The bed is too big to fit her, but she is too heavy to fit in with a living world.
    From the bed’s steep edge, something threatens her. It is thin and calculated, a peel of shadow with crowds for eyes. It is ghostly and ghastly with only bloodstains for legs and a neck like an aging vulture.
    “Where are you from?” she asks, words from a mouse or a wounded rabbit; from prey.

    From another place,
it chimes in her head, while the statue itself lays stares upon her and all the walls around her. It sounds like shocks through her skull, whisking the voices out, and ushering a new one in. A voice like dust or moths or chalk, something too old to be light and too forever to be heavy.
    “Why are you here?”

    Another traveler to hold your hand,
it hums.
    She cann
''it's breaking,'' i whispered, i crieddusty sunlight filtered
through glacial slats,
mineral impurities drip, drip, dropping
on your marbled skin
frozen floorboards creak
and crack
the ice
is rotting;

your casket weeps
chilled fingers grasping weakly
as the current claims you
swept
beneath
the lakeside, laketop carpet
you, too,
decay
prismatic refractions on
fractured bones,
ice fractals,
underwater icicles
is your coffin glass
or arctic gold?
they're red ribbon in case you were wonderingDon’t want to see you
and hoping to talk
scared to be near you
and waiting for you to walk up.
Tired of this fight
and of the endless urge for flight
tired of hoping
and sometimes tired of life.
Please see but don’t judge
as I try to feel worthy enough
for your earnest gaze
and your reckless love.
I wish I could hold you
instead of this grudge -
oh how I do hate myself
for hiding from your touch.
Maybe if I slumber
this confusion will dissipate
though only by keeping my eyes open
will I know our fate.
Oh to live day to day
without fearing us so much
as to prematurely cut
these lovely ties to you.

Tame the windA single leaf
Sailing through the storm
Away from its tree
In unpredictable directions
Not even trying
To go back where it belongs
Can I be like that?
Free...
I've learned to fight
Control, resistance, struggle
Against the current
Against the world
Invisible enemys
Inevitable outcomes
Maybe I can learn to fly?
But first...
I've to lay my weapons down
Accept
That I can't tame the wind
A Simple FireflyAnd I-
was just the tragic tale
of a firefly
who wished to be a star.
alongsidethe backside of her hand curved in tandem with my ribcage
and the moment her lips touched my shoulder,
my skin sprouted fiery feathers,
and i flew towards her

BeautifulThere’s a crescendo
Can’t you feel it ?
Electricity in the air
Screaming out your name
Drowned by the thundering
Of my heart
You tore into me
You revealed my deepest fear
Am I not beautiful ?
The waiting’s agonising
Won’t you tell me why, tell me how
Am I not beautiful ?
Your grin sears my soul
Your words a knife
And the tip, poisoned,
Has me calling anon
For my deliverance
You tore into me
You revealed my deepest fear
Am I not beautiful ?
The waiting’s agonising
Won’t you tell me why, tell me how
Am I not beautiful ?
I’m yours, laid bare
Forever ensnared
In this nightmare
None with which to share
I’ve paid my fare
Now carry me far
Let me be beautiful
StardustThe loneliest of hearts,
surrounded by a sea of faces.
Ever the chivalrous gentleman,
casting your line into the deepest of waters,
baited with a melody sweetened with prose.
Silvery verses dripping from another's lips.
Vague messages of no import,
like paper in a bottle washing ashore.
Catching the hearts of those that drift by.
Blinding their eyes to the truth,
like the flash of the sun dancing across the waves.
Dazzling them with empty words never spoken.
Til the moment pales,
and you turn your indifferent charms to another.
For a few seconds she too will burn bright,
like a star above the ocean on a cloudless night.
And when that star fades you will look to the sky.
Pluck another one from the heavens,
to brighten your world for a few brief moments,
and leave her lying in the sand.
Behind you lies a trail of broken stars
Twinkling lights, fading as they turn to dust.
The PrayerShe was an altar and this
Was his worship
Each incision
A whispered prayer
Frothing with crimson afterthought
The only item in his reliquary:
                           A silver chefs knife

Morgue CodeAlmost four hours later
And I am still
In a kind of shock
From waking up breathless
Gasping for air
Wondering if my tongue
Was screaming as loud
As my mind
And I am struck
With a rare remorse
For having no body
To hold me
But it is quickly replaced
With the feeling
That I would break
If someone touched me
missing state of (he)artAlways apart
from where I belong-
missing you has become
my state of (he)art
(Right from the start
you sang a farewell-song)
more lovetrue power begets kindness
living faith heals blindness
more love can never be less
gift of hope holy spirit caress
fear not, change is possible
peace in the moment entirely plausible
find forgiveness every step of the way
tomorrow is not today

  • Listening to: state lines - Novo Amor
i found some beautiful things
& here they are
<3

Winter solsticelong nights
break and retreat
like muddy tides
in the bay of blood
new dawns
emerge from waters
sharp and bright
like a frozen knife
white fires
scream in the sky
cut thick dead skin
of a toxic sleep
shedding prisms
I come back to life
stripped of all flesh
liquid like plasma
I pour myself
into the great mystery
turned into the light
shimmering like abalone
I open myself up
tremble with the universe
awakened and fragile
with shivers tinkling
down my bare core
I yearn nothing else
than to drown
in a hot steamy breath
of a quicksilver.
magnifico axiomatummy parents spoke languages of the great and grandest:
they were left cryptic symbols I could not pronounce
nor comprehend - I was merely a jester, a kid in a temple
of adamant logic and holy symmetry; what I remember
are delta-phi-sigmas inscribΣd Φn the ωΔlls, forming
a score of astral melodies, a perfect pitch sound.
Euclid stood by the altar, Pythagoras was the priest
at funerals of fallacies buried deep underneath
remnants of uncertain theories; they were plucking
off pages enwrapping the ripe fruit of wisdom
only to break humanity's savage, primordial teeth
on its tough seed. I used to hear my father join
the chanting of the prophets, with a solemn chorus
quod erat demonstrandum, in saecula saeculorum -
he could measure tall towers from shadows cast
on the ground, count up grains of sand scattered
in our windswept yard. neatly lined numbers
made him promises that will always hold true,
like upright soldiers summoned in a faithful salute.
he was sculpting
butterflies make homes in evergreen trees i. last night i lay awake and watched the sun go down, sipping my hibiscus tea. i lay and watched the horizon kiss the sky, exploding in bursts of yellows, oranges, pinks, the moon poking its face out of its colourful blanket.
last night i stayed up late, deep in thought, listening to the sounds of the wind outside the window, the rush of traffic driving by, the tapping of my pencil on the paper. a movie was playing in the background, a movie you recommended i watch.
last night i got drunk and wondered deeply about truths and myself, the kind of wondering that rattles my soul and pulls apart my perception. i got drunk and let my monologue find its way, late into the night, and your hand brushed against mine, and i fell silent.
ii. last summer i sat in the cool sand and listened to the lapping of the waves, the low sound of your laughter in my ear. i sat in the soft sand and let the sun rays kiss over my skin, golden and glowing.
last summer i sat and let the sun tickle me until i fell

The Closest Thing That Isn't LoveOnce dined by candlelight, hopeless
Romantic nevermore (now I tease sleep
behind the muted glow of screens in darkness).
“You collect souls,”
my friend once said.
I’m a love-at-first-write kind of girl—
faces don’t say as much as phrases, mind you.
Break your lines like waves upon the rocks—
each siren song entices me
to dive in deep.
speakeasystranded in the speakeasy
alcohol has made a tincture of my liver
for you to drink
errant lights of the corner stage
play over heckler and bourgeoisie alike
as if to by choice illuminate:
tired discussions and regurgitated phrasings
the bygone days
Better HorizonsYour cruelty was so sweet,
I almost accepted it,
Almost took it as tangible,
Like a law of my faith in you
Your neglect was unnoticed,
I didn't even see it,
Until I became a hobby,
And you vanished for something better,
Your love was toxic,
I never felt you,
Because you never returned it,
Because you were never really there,
Your openness was damning
I knew you never could be,
Closed like a bank vault,
Sharing only the trivial,
My strength was greater,
You didn't think so,
I found the will to leave you behind,
For better horizons
Your loneliness will drown you,
I can see it coming,
You have no one in the end,
You threw away who loved you

she and I (exorcism for beginners)she invented a great silence
so she wouldn't have to hear
what she thought
(she wanted)
some say some
ghosts
don't know
they're ghosts
(some say)
my apartment's haunted
fireflies before the fogi didn't stay too long,
to know the scent of rain,
all I knew was the dark,
mostly fog-clotted clouds,
a scabrous hand curled
upon the small mountain,
and windowless town,
before this gray on gray,
I saw fireflies lit the air,
the air was misted,
smoke thinly suffused,
gone before the moment
I knew it was there,
I went back to the trail,
head bowed, hands dirty
at my side, heart heaving
for the time before 
the sky ate the sun,
but just as well,
I went down away,
nothing, holding on me,
but the cold, the mist,
and the rain behind
secondhand sunI live and loathe to see the day
when we’re caught in the orbit
of a secondhand Sun,
unable to compare the dissonant blues between our skies
because we’re ever struggling to save our hands from ones
unmade of skin
a battered ball of grey haunts the corners of our dreams
but we’ve somehow failed to notice
that it’s been swapped for spotless rings
sleeping in to force-believe that the sunset's just a troop
of forest fires marching through insomniac trees
but no amount of running could repair melted bones
because, after all, it is said that running away from the world
doesn’t take you to another, only
shuttles you to a dilapidated mirror
of dying green, if even color could die
and feather-ruffled songs along blue creeks like beads on a string
become as distant as you feel, back turned
toward the world and the amnesia

ZephyrusYou coax, slowly.
Said it's like a bear in hibernation:
When my love lies buried under 15 feet of ice.
You take the form of spring,
And gently warm my frozen limbs.
I melt in his arms, crying—
"You deserve more summers than this."
"But all I want is you," he says.
And then my seasons shift.
Canto I have been bathed in the blood of woman
baptized in the sacrosanct womb
I am prophet, pilgrim
executioner
defender of the faith
in search of divinity
my eyes have seen truth;
I don’t want to go back
I don’t want to forget
the tears of man are vain;
who will console us?
fall to your knees and be blessed
(adore, adore fervently)
the day has come;
the soul is free
my heart has felt joy;
I don’t want to go back
I don’t want to forget
during endless years we have stripped
shaken off the shadowy shackles;
where has the key been hidden?
lost, buried, cast away
under all the loose skin
reptilian layers sloughed off
my soul has known longing;
I refuse to go back
but I always forget
Amnesia SmilesAmnesia smiles on
a cat-filled couch. Our old jokes
feel like my best friends.
Your hands know the knots
on the back of my neck, just
how to untie them.
You make the coffee.
I add the cream. I finish
your thoughts as you speak.
Once, we stood in the
kitchen, believing that in-
finity was ours.
Now, the past is a
closet full of bones and I
can’t see beyond it.
Infinity was
just another sunset; it
burned out, then came night.
What is left but old
jokes and aging cats? My voice
has been all but spent.
My nails are ragged;
my shoes are worn through, but the
sidewalk still goes on.

Conversations with strangers when you are alone    She is blood-covered, swill-soaked. She is a tiny invalid between these filthy and expansive sheets. The bed is too big to fit her, but she is too heavy to fit in with a living world.
    From the bed’s steep edge, something threatens her. It is thin and calculated, a peel of shadow with crowds for eyes. It is ghostly and ghastly with only bloodstains for legs and a neck like an aging vulture.
    “Where are you from?” she asks, words from a mouse or a wounded rabbit; from prey.

    From another place,
it chimes in her head, while the statue itself lays stares upon her and all the walls around her. It sounds like shocks through her skull, whisking the voices out, and ushering a new one in. A voice like dust or moths or chalk, something too old to be light and too forever to be heavy.
    “Why are you here?”

    Another traveler to hold your hand,
it hums.
    She cann
''it's breaking,'' i whispered, i crieddusty sunlight filtered
through glacial slats,
mineral impurities drip, drip, dropping
on your marbled skin
frozen floorboards creak
and crack
the ice
is rotting;

your casket weeps
chilled fingers grasping weakly
as the current claims you
swept
beneath
the lakeside, laketop carpet
you, too,
decay
prismatic refractions on
fractured bones,
ice fractals,
underwater icicles
is your coffin glass
or arctic gold?
they're red ribbon in case you were wonderingDon’t want to see you
and hoping to talk
scared to be near you
and waiting for you to walk up.
Tired of this fight
and of the endless urge for flight
tired of hoping
and sometimes tired of life.
Please see but don’t judge
as I try to feel worthy enough
for your earnest gaze
and your reckless love.
I wish I could hold you
instead of this grudge -
oh how I do hate myself
for hiding from your touch.
Maybe if I slumber
this confusion will dissipate
though only by keeping my eyes open
will I know our fate.
Oh to live day to day
without fearing us so much
as to prematurely cut
these lovely ties to you.

Tame the windA single leaf
Sailing through the storm
Away from its tree
In unpredictable directions
Not even trying
To go back where it belongs
Can I be like that?
Free...
I've learned to fight
Control, resistance, struggle
Against the current
Against the world
Invisible enemys
Inevitable outcomes
Maybe I can learn to fly?
But first...
I've to lay my weapons down
Accept
That I can't tame the wind
A Simple FireflyAnd I-
was just the tragic tale
of a firefly
who wished to be a star.
alongsidethe backside of her hand curved in tandem with my ribcage
and the moment her lips touched my shoulder,
my skin sprouted fiery feathers,
and i flew towards her

BeautifulThere’s a crescendo
Can’t you feel it ?
Electricity in the air
Screaming out your name
Drowned by the thundering
Of my heart
You tore into me
You revealed my deepest fear
Am I not beautiful ?
The waiting’s agonising
Won’t you tell me why, tell me how
Am I not beautiful ?
Your grin sears my soul
Your words a knife
And the tip, poisoned,
Has me calling anon
For my deliverance
You tore into me
You revealed my deepest fear
Am I not beautiful ?
The waiting’s agonising
Won’t you tell me why, tell me how
Am I not beautiful ?
I’m yours, laid bare
Forever ensnared
In this nightmare
None with which to share
I’ve paid my fare
Now carry me far
Let me be beautiful
StardustThe loneliest of hearts,
surrounded by a sea of faces.
Ever the chivalrous gentleman,
casting your line into the deepest of waters,
baited with a melody sweetened with prose.
Silvery verses dripping from another's lips.
Vague messages of no import,
like paper in a bottle washing ashore.
Catching the hearts of those that drift by.
Blinding their eyes to the truth,
like the flash of the sun dancing across the waves.
Dazzling them with empty words never spoken.
Til the moment pales,
and you turn your indifferent charms to another.
For a few seconds she too will burn bright,
like a star above the ocean on a cloudless night.
And when that star fades you will look to the sky.
Pluck another one from the heavens,
to brighten your world for a few brief moments,
and leave her lying in the sand.
Behind you lies a trail of broken stars
Twinkling lights, fading as they turn to dust.
The PrayerShe was an altar and this
Was his worship
Each incision
A whispered prayer
Frothing with crimson afterthought
The only item in his reliquary:
                           A silver chefs knife

Morgue CodeAlmost four hours later
And I am still
In a kind of shock
From waking up breathless
Gasping for air
Wondering if my tongue
Was screaming as loud
As my mind
And I am struck
With a rare remorse
For having no body
To hold me
But it is quickly replaced
With the feeling
That I would break
If someone touched me
missing state of (he)artAlways apart
from where I belong-
missing you has become
my state of (he)art
(Right from the start
you sang a farewell-song)
more lovetrue power begets kindness
living faith heals blindness
more love can never be less
gift of hope holy spirit caress
fear not, change is possible
peace in the moment entirely plausible
find forgiveness every step of the way
tomorrow is not today

  • Listening to: state lines - Novo Amor

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Catherine
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always exhausted
i care entirely too much-
and when i try not to, i almost always fail
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i take pictures , mostly macro(105mm) or 500mm sometimes (and some of these might be from my previous accounts which are now deactivated)
i write.. not often , or maybe more often than i'd originally like
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this is my favorite Reflectionsaid the stars to the ocean
it is ok.
to feel the pressure under the surface
suffocating your insides
to break yourself on the rocks
losing pools of your self every time
to be littered with the wrecks
of those long forgotten
to throw yourself on shore after shore after shore
only to retreat again and again and again
said the stars to the ocean
it is ok.
we will meet you at the horizon
where the earth kisses the sky
said the stars to the ocean
it is ok.
and although we may not always be with you
you carry our reflection safe in your heart
(person and piece, thankyousomuch)
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don't be afraid to thank me for the favorite/watch/llama!
i'll respond.. eventually .. i hope.. !!
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PolarAnemone Featured By Owner 1 hour ago  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much for the favourites and the watch!
Have a great day :sun:
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PermanentlyExhausted Featured By Owner 1 hour ago  Hobbyist General Artist
you have a great day too <3
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PermanentlyExhausted Featured By Owner 4 hours ago  Hobbyist General Artist
my pleasure! :heart:
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fenifire Featured By Owner 11 hours ago   Traditional Artist
thank you so much for the :+fav: :hug:
I'm so happy that you liked my work :happybounce:
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PermanentlyExhausted Featured By Owner 4 hours ago  Hobbyist General Artist
so welcome :huggle:
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SpaceWizzard666 Featured By Owner 12 hours ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Hii Cath!! Thank you for the fav! =D
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PermanentlyExhausted Featured By Owner 4 hours ago  Hobbyist General Artist
thankyou as well! :love:
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SpaceWizzard666 Featured By Owner 4 hours ago  Hobbyist General Artist
No prob! I like your writings! Keep it up <3
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:blush: <3
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