| broken daydreams |

♪ listen ♪

delicate black lashes graze my fingertips as i turn
to capture the wonder in his star-studded eyes

“what do you feel?”

he breathes and i smile at his
curious little question

“tell me, please,” he sings a whisper
(does he want to feel it too?)

i wish i could tell you:

how it feels to be blinded
become one with the dream
that i cannot bear to touch right in front of me

how i hear the universe breathe
a wistful serenade
for you and i as we lie
beneath its velveteen skies

how i long for a taste of your soul
as the layers to your broken, bleeding heart unfurl
for me to touch
naked. bare. vulnerable

you.

“what do i feel?”

i am enchanted
by a Miracle

“nothing. nothing at all.”


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| come home, darling |

♪ listen ♪

i dream you are out there – some/where
floating in the ether
as lost as i but
towards me
you’d wander

we’d find each other by the tips of our
starkissed fingers
and the universe would shatter
the Gods would weep

i would touch your broken pieces
cut myself on the rough edges of your
pure, glimmering soul
i would bleed, my love
for you, i would

for if to have you, i must dream
dream i shall
enough to fill this wanting little heart
enough to hope
to see

you will return
you will come home to me
and i will wait

for our forever.

Under the Stars - Bodie Lighthouse


| revelation |

listen

you breathe
and i break
as i watch you weave magic in your careless, unfiltered way
that sinful mouth parts and out tumble your tales
and i wish that i could show you that
you’re more than your mistakes

you still can’t see, can you?
how i’m fighting to sit still
and not trace your imperfections
with the tips of my trembling lips.

you can’t see –
how i’m doing everything in my power
to not fall deeper into your laugh
or into the kindness in the pools of your chocolate eyes

you can’t see.
but: i do.

then one day
you turn with this catch in your breath
that stills my own heart
and you ask me, eyes wide,
“what does love look like?”
(i break a little more)
and shrug
“if only i knew”

oh, but i do, my darling:
it looks like you.

Para alcanzar lo que nunca has tenido, tendrás que hacer lo que nunca has hecho.
this is all i ask for.


| y o u |

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

e.e. cummings

listen

too often we find ourselves treading a path
one that puts us in the same place as everyone else in this
broken, mess of a world

and when we try to break the mould, we find ourselves falling back into this
cycle
that humanity has built to justify the means to an end
that society thinks is right

i don’t, and (maybe) you don’t either
and that’s perfectly okay. to not be like the rest of them
rather than be a face in this plastic mass of orphaned identities
choose to be you

so don’t let yourself be corrupted and shaped into what they want you to become
be what you were born to be

wherever that may take you.

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• aethereal •

‘what a Dreamer,’ they scoff, throwing the word my way upon seeing the distance in my starry-eyed gaze. i pay no mind to their condescending tones, their earthly ways – no.

in.stead

i lift my eyes and
/ trace the edges of the velvet sky /
i touch the stars with my finger tips and
* bring the sparkle to my lips *
so my words may shine the light of a thousand suns 
and it burns me
( till i am nothing but a shadow of what i used to be )

in.stead

i glimmer,
i dazzle,
i thrive.

so faraway from the world
from the souls that tethered me to a lie
of what i am, of what i should be 
when i could be

more

and so i do not close

my star-bound eyes

that stare into the æther.

they call me a Fool and i smile

i may be a  Dreamer, darling

but at least i’m 

∞ a l i v e ∞

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until there were None.

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They were created for Greatness.
The divinity of mankind sheltered in their goodness
Every singular thought, each flowing emotion rooted from purity and good intention.

Yet Darkness descends upon those that were promised the Light
and Pandora’s box opened to fulfil the temptations of the night.
Insecurity was planted in their hearts,
the one seed of all evil they’d unknowingly sought.

And as they fought and plundered for all that was left,
the scent of tainted blood filled their unprotected nest.

The cradle broke
and fell to temptation
Mankind’s greatest cursed
to eternal damnation.

Time and time again, they chased the light
with inklings of goodness that gave way in the fight.
Until Time could not bear
to see their transgressions
and collapsed on the whole of mankind
on their corrupted self-obsessions.

The blood-mist cleared
to the bodies of the condemned
where Darkness had swayed Time itself
for the purest of good men

until there were
None.