Cast the stones
Cast them at the glass house of your self hate
Everyone’s alone in this world
We’re all lost in our minds, on the endless search for clarity and peace
Man did not make man and so we all know nothing
We’re all still strangers walking, breathing under the sun
So if you don’t love yourself
Who cares enough to?
Picture; mamabishop blog
I let the high take control
I let the joy flow freely unto the mannequin on the outside
I feel the rush as my dopamine elevates way up
I’m free to fly, the clouds around my mind have fallen like stars
I’m one with the universe
I’m in another dimension on earth
Love is the drug
You should try it!!!
Imagine all the shit that goes on in your head
That’s how it is for me too.
There’s really no difference between us
There’s really no spark
The wind still blows where our hearts meet
I wonder what it would be like if there was no horizon over our heads
If the rain did not fall to water our seeds
If there is no love, it all means nothing.
Picture; Love art
As my heart revolves around your pluto while we float in outer space, maybe the scent you give off is what’s keeping me alive. the stars shine brighter showing us the path to take and as we breathe we collide like rays, reflecting what true love looks like in a mirror. we break bread with the moon as we drink our fill of red wine flowing freely from the skies as rain. my aura is not of earth and your dream is where I reside and as the theme song of our union plays in the background, I realize that we are satellites, transmitting fire that burns hot like the sun.
Inspiration; Capital Kings – Satellites
He filled the void in my eyes
He emptied the oceans and gave me land to walk
He took my hand and led me away to his island heart
He fell the trees and made me bed to rest my head
He spoke words that spoke to me
He got me thinking I could fly
He played me the music of his song
He plucked the stars and gave me a bite
In love; I’m in free fall
Inspiration; Royal Tailor -Freefall
His words are black and white
Varying contrasts, utterly confusing
His actions are golden trees, deeply rooted in good but he’s not a saint
His fear is branded on his forehead
I see it and it’s threatening to spew it’s venom in my eyes
The clouds in his mind are as grey as night but he’s smart
He will never commit, not a crime but he’s still stuck in the pessimism of things
His life thorns are piercing my side, his troubles steady rocking my boat
His uncertainty is daunting; I want to run away to dwarf planet Ceres and see if he follows my trail
How long before I fade away into the shadows of his reality?
How long before I realize the purpose of this “distraction” that’s so dear to me?
Tell me to focus…I need to carve my own path
Remind me this; I’m not his savior, never will be.
But he loves me…he loves me deep.
Picture; DustIn4Pictor on DeviantArt
Her whistling song is stuck in my head, her scent awakening my hormones, her eyes are doors leading me to her divine beauty, her name is not a name of mortals, her aura is not of earth. She strides like the goddess Aurora, in all the glory of mother, she is lavender and lilies even the wildflower, her smile illuminates the sun, it finds it’s abode in the castle between my two lungs. She’s the girl from my lucid dream, she’s fire and she loves me, now I’m on fire and she can’t let go, but I love her and even death will not do us part.
Art by Ash
words fail to convey the message in a bottle
voices trail off into the dark, they cannot read the lips of the emotions I feel.
with crystal windows ajar, you are perfect to my eyes
the flawed mistakes create a portal of truth, a knowing, a familiar scent.
it’s like standing on the shore, letting the sea wash over my feet as I sink slowly.
but that’s the point; it feels like home.
subtly I drink from your cellar, aged beauty in a glass, drunk in your essence
I feel the flowers brushing over my face, the butterflies in my stomach feeding from the nectar of our synergy
everything is bright and filled with color, even the black and white
I hear the whispers; screaming out all that our feelings seek to speak
I know you’re him; soulmate, yin.
Picture; Oliver Kumbi taken by Fredrik Wannerstedt