I’m deleting this tumblr,
starting a new,
if you find me then you find me
and know I still love you.
You should teach me to play the piano,
With those delicate fingers of music.
Show me the ways of the ivory,
How you sound each melody of soul.
Do you sigh at my naive hands,
For they struggle to reach the keys.
Do you really give up of me,
Because i’m yet to find my own tune?
Your soul has already bloomed,
With the creativity of stars.
But I ask you with pure intentions,
To teach me the notes of your heart.
Gaze upon that white wall of conscious,
And paint it with the colours of imagination.
Accompanied by the songs of dreams,
Write new words of inspiration.
I press my fingers ever so softly against my wrists.
That dull thump now a reminder of life’s burning, beating flame.
Between the ridges of the ever connected network of my body he sits.
Still rhythmically drumming the walls of my eternal existence.
He smiles despite the hardships of his work, never faltering through the trials of being.
But with his empathetic ear he feels and responses to a world he will never see.
Forever balancing a truly turbulent battle within my blood and soul.
My one companion to the very end.
My forever, yet waiting to be shared.
My Heart.
This speaks to me, in an incredibly positive way. Thank you.
Thank you, it feels nice to be a little more positive. Want to use summer as a change if I can :)
Summer time =] its here!
It is *yay* ^_^
The rustle of a summer breeze carries my soul forward,
Over fields of precious gold and green.
Something in the very air ignites all our dreams,
Whether we continue together, or alone, we will fly.
Each copper feather will sprout from our glowing skin,
Turning us into birds of the sun.
And in the warm summer nights our feathers shall fall.
Our songs will echo quieter in the peaceful air.
Relaxed with the content calm of nature.
Curled in your arms,
The soul I name summer.
Do I fall into an abyss of anxiety?
Or escape the enslavement of reality?
What dreaded freedom creativity has become.
My body glides upwards into heavens billows,
Watching blossoms of cotton snow.
A whispered touch of faint, perfumed air,
Hanging in grace of an ethereal trance.
No melody in my ears but the serenity of nature.
I dare to step with trepidation into my senses,
Take one small breath and smile,
A shift that has scarce painted this lips.
Serene nothing.
Fulfilled emptiness.
The itching unlit tension of reality,
Blissfully silenced by the tranquility of time.
Lonely nights of wasted hope,
No embrace to silence fear.
Unaccompanied in my darkest dreams,
Let me sacrifice my breath,
To have you here.
Time descends with flares of an inferno,
Dissolving into a stygian void.
Bleached punctures fleck the unlit heavens,
And solemn beasts impose the laws of darkness.
But as the orb of stone advances through the sky,
She is pursued by an ignited demon.
In this perpetual cycle.
Not a soul shall reign.
However on the dirt beneath,
The beasts will thrive,
As heavens and lovers meet.
I touched the raw open wound of Inspiration.
But thick tar crept up my skin in replacement of blood,
Sealing my palm to the rotting corpse.
It blackened my naive flesh,
Took over with an excruciating joy.
When it reached my eyes it burnt them,
Hollowed out the empty sockets,
Melting the orbs that once saw conformity.
But inside these caverns sprouted new organs,
Growing and forming orbs of coal black sludge.
However from this darkness came vision.
Finally an ability to see through bellowing torment.
The agony of Inspiration,
Passed from one carcass to the next.
