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devi wrote about the word braid 1 year, 10 months ago
Like the sun it shines so golden, fallen ever so gently onto and over the green green grass. Beautiful.
Harps that sing play a melody so sweet.
Bind her spirit and mind with the passionate affiliation of life. -
devi wrote about the word smile 1 year, 11 months ago
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what the hell.
Are you joking?
No…
Really.
Coincidence? -
devi wrote about the word station 1 year, 11 months ago
Tin whistles, and tracks made of steel…
A horn blows loudly.
Gravity pushes and pulls, and the slightest touch of another human being rubbing against my skin sends shivers down my spine.
We are all here for the same thing. But we are all lost.
What ever happened to us? -
devi wrote about the word corner 1 year, 11 months ago
Everything looks bright and colourful, and her face, flushed a light pink, glows in the heavenly dance light. It stains her freckled cheeks and you see she smiles so that no teeth show, but there is still one radiant dimple that appears there… Everyone is talking, and everyone is moving so fast. This girl is [...]
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devi wrote about the word radio 1 year, 11 months ago
Playing in my mind, the silver and gold lights toil around each other and dance dance dance. All over the the red ground: our feet, sand between toes, prickly pine needles. Warm your fingers by the fire of the flying winged ones. Hold your arms over your head high, and move one leg around the [...]
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devi wrote about the word limo 1 year, 11 months ago
Dark enough to catch a cold.
Shivers… run all over my skin.
Black, tight.
Absence of carefulness- we are free.
No one trapped- not even the stars that light us up tonight. -
devi wrote about the word remember 1 year, 11 months ago
Do you remember the sweet dew that glistened over the lilacs in the midnight sky; the cool ivy that strung loosely around the flowers that hung on your window sill? And what about the taste of those fresh warm creme puffs baking in the sun?
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devi wrote about the word despair 1 year, 12 months ago
I really would rather not talk about it. About drowning in your own misery. About being flooded by hopelessness and cruel torment. It is so frustrating to even think that this, or any word like this would get something from me. Really? Do you think that this is the word of creation and most beautiful [...]
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devi wrote about the word torch 1 year, 12 months ago
Scorching steel drains through the frailty of my little fingers, and I try to grasp onto something… hold onto it all. It just keeps falling and falling and seeping though me though. Blazing, with the light of an ever frightened angel, I see her face and she crosses over me peering through that glittering rim. [...]
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devi wrote about the word wrath 2 years ago
Stringed and ready; I feel like I am drowning in the wake of your own sorrow and paintings of plague. Wait for the wrath of your own mind to settle in and be free from the existential love that crosses us with its pseudo smile. Present me with the hurt and pain that is plainly [...]
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devi wrote about the word domestic 2 years ago
Violate the integrity, the absurdity, of life; that we live and face each day… and tell us we are not worth enough to talk to or look at. Feel the wrath of our rebellion.
Real life words, right here– Not a joke. You hear?
Revolutionize the alienated firsts of the world. -
devi wrote about the word tempted 2 years ago
Tempted by the light of the night.
The heat swarming in; the cloudiness water of fire
Hear the soft spoken word that is ever said; by the field of dandelions; by the puffs of luck that swim in the air…
Fly into the sun and dazzle the stars with that ever lasting glow. -
devi wrote about the word curious 2 years ago
Curious as to what? The pain that strikes the part?
Tingle all over and feel the hurt.
Ache inside and out and wrath in your own misery and daylight doom.
Feel ever glorified with the hate and sadness they once felt for you.
You know you will.
You know you are. -
devi wrote about the word forgotten 2 years ago
Words of last years prayers, bring me back to the waters edge where we first meet. Let me see those hands, that face, those eyes… the fish and the sun dazzle to night sky with purple and orange; a magnificent painting of wholeness and great deity. Take the little shells and place them all around [...]
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devi wrote about the word vodka 2 years ago
Ice so cool falling from the up-turned sky of heavens rain and hells sunshine. I feel the magnificent arms of water pull me under and swim with me through the night; confusion and estrangement. Where am I? Foggy, dazed, i see nothing but blurred images of ice and snow; the flakes that surround me and [...]
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devi wrote about the word wasteland 2 years ago
Flowers spread wide across the open cratered ground, where the willows hang sorrowfully over green waters. Salt drips from the beaks of the plain faces, with whispers of the north calling closely.
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devi wrote about the word glowing 2 years ago
In the glowing light it was there i saw you. Your hands so smooth; and like an angel you walked, moving across the ash shaken ground with eyes of hidden dust and with hair a beautiful steel. I remember when you first arrived. It had been the last time I saw you as well. How [...]
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devi wrote about the word console 2 years ago
Hold me dear to your heart. Hold me next to your warmth.
I feel the fire holding thy cool hand, smoking like the sunny light floating off the early morning dew that shines like silver. And the grass whispers calmly and gently, cradling me in its long arms.
Hold me there. -
devi wrote about the word crew 2 years ago
I’m so fed up with you. Stop looking at me like that. Like I’m a part of something I’m not. You are looking, but you can never see anything. You NEVER SEE. And you leave me here… leave us here, to fend for ourselves. How do you expect us to be different and special if [...]
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devi wrote about the word birth 2 years ago
Give me life as i go through death, and as the sun sets, show me the moon. Give me lightness in my darkness and help me see through other peoples minds eye. Let us learn to be there and move to the righteousness of hope, love, and forgiveness. Let us not be too late. There [...]
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