decadent
dripping with darkness
and glamour
the brightest beauty
tarnished in the light
magnificent
in the dark and dusty
halls of this
crumbling
decaying
dream
filled with eternal
night.
9.27.2014
8.28.2014
note #186
have heart, she said as the rain pattered on the tin roof. life isn't always easy, but someday things will be better. someday, you'll understand.
her hand rested briefly on my head, fingers lacing through my hair. then, just like that, she was gone - running down the walk, purse held above her head to provide some small protection, the bracelets on her right wrist jingling as she handed her suitcase to the taxi driver. faux fur coat and shiny peach heels the last memory of her as she disappeared.
years passed on that porch and she was right: it wasn't always easy, but it did get better - much better without her. we lived on and flourished, happy with our lot in life the hint of our sadness and confusion hidden beneath bright smiles.
no, mom, i whisper to the memory from time to time, no, i'll never understand.
her hand rested briefly on my head, fingers lacing through my hair. then, just like that, she was gone - running down the walk, purse held above her head to provide some small protection, the bracelets on her right wrist jingling as she handed her suitcase to the taxi driver. faux fur coat and shiny peach heels the last memory of her as she disappeared.
years passed on that porch and she was right: it wasn't always easy, but it did get better - much better without her. we lived on and flourished, happy with our lot in life the hint of our sadness and confusion hidden beneath bright smiles.
no, mom, i whisper to the memory from time to time, no, i'll never understand.
7.31.2014
note #185
summer slipped and slid, her raucous colors shifting to reveal their crisping edges. she hopped across the stream, leaving a trail of flower petals in her wake. her dusky skin glowed golden, her bare feet squelching softly in the moss and mud. she smiled and smoothed her dress over the curve of her hips, reveling in the humid heat of the world around her. she laughed softly and continued on her way along the sun dappled path through the forest, heading for the fields beyond and her friend waiting in the verge.
6.16.2014
note #184
sometimes i wonder
if i prick my fingers
will my blood flow red
or glowing glitter
burn with the fire
of dreams and songs
sung only in the ether
lost in the night
of perpetual silence
will my heart beat
slither away
to nothing
quiet
until a spark again ignites
roiling consumptive inspiration
to the tallest spires
whereupon only thought remains
to watch the falling stars
as they rain
upon the shores
like tiny points of fire
setting the world ablaze.
if i prick my fingers
will my blood flow red
or glowing glitter
burn with the fire
of dreams and songs
sung only in the ether
lost in the night
of perpetual silence
will my heart beat
slither away
to nothing
quiet
until a spark again ignites
roiling consumptive inspiration
to the tallest spires
whereupon only thought remains
to watch the falling stars
as they rain
upon the shores
like tiny points of fire
setting the world ablaze.
5.15.2014
2.27.2014
1.29.2014
note #181
the angels are talking to me. felicit et felicium, noctem sanctu sancticium. sic vester astri contrastus, they whisper nightly in my ears.
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