crystallized-skies

you swept over me like a sudden summer rain, your thunder echoed in my ears as your whispered words of endearment settled into the dimples of my cheeks, warming them with the dying rays of a hazy summer sun; and like lightning dancing in the heat your calloused hands danced across sunburnt shoulders until the skies turned an inky grey—   and I was drenched.

you swept over me like a sudden summer rain, your thunder echoed in my ears as your whispered words of endearment settled into the dimples of my cheeks, warming them with the dying rays of a hazy summer sun; and like lightning dancing in the heat your calloused hands danced across sunburnt shoulders until the skies turned an inky grey—   and I was drenched.

velvet red rivers   flow from the delicate   petals that bloom on your pristine white button-up clad chest as I sit in my chair opposite your stoic figure   sipping rosé and pondering the life     we could have had.  

i. I detest the smell of wet dirt and white lilies on a sunday afternoon because they remind me of Death and his friends and they're not the cool kids on the block that I wanna be involved with. ii. my poetry reeks of unrequited love and cosmic kisses but I can’t help but wonder if one day I’ll put my money where my mouth is and make those words come true. iii. from the day I was born till the day I die I’ll have iron clad chains shackled to my ankles and a noose made of dollar bills wrapped around my neck. iv. sometimes I wish I had a crystal ball so that I could see the path ahead of me because sometimes

i’m tripping over my two left feet like the words that are gracelessly fumbling from my chewed lips, my fingers dance across the edge of my shirt trying to get a grip on reality. my nerves are just kindergarten scribbles on coloring pages stuck in the back of my throat— i can’t see you past the beautiful view of my converse and the concrete weeds that bloom beneath my feet. can you hear it? that infernal noise ringing out above the awkward hellos and shy goodbyes? that’s the sound of my heart flailing, t-t-tumbling head over heels, and praying; she’s praying for a set of arms to break her fall.

“I can always live life tomorrow."

"Gilbert is this really necessary?" "Absolutely (f/n)! It's the only vay it can be settled! I vill take no less!" (F/n) sighed, exasperated. There was no way she would be able to talk Gilbert out of this hair brained idea of his. If it wasn't for the pure enjoyment Gilbert got out of his stunts and his sheer dedication to them, (f/n)'s friendship with the albino wouldn't have lasted long. The World Meeting had taken place earlier that day so the conference room now sat quiet and empty except for the two young men and their companion. Afternoon sunlight shined across the large room, dousing all of them in it's warm glow. (F/n) shook her hea

during the rainy season  storm clouds swirl in my irises          and thunder e c h o e s     my [between] ribs while lightning drips down my spine.

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you've got your fingers tangled in my heart strings, like long bony straws stirring the dregs of a drink you left to sour. cigarette burns pock my skin, i'm nothing more than your literary ashtray; i collect your burnt out memories from days when "living" actually meant something. lipstick stains the napkin in your back pocket, a token of another one biting the dust as you stumble your way through smoky dreams and lucid bars; my name quivering on your bed post.

the sweet earth sighs gently as the rain washes me in sweet repose, the singing silver takes me back to memories wrapped in warm summer nights.