devi
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.
...
what the hell.
Are you joking?
No...
Really.
Coincidence?
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?
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 frozen; amidst the smokey hue of contrast she feels a connection with all of them.
With a sudden shift of her tiny left foot, she breathes in,
deeply,
sighs,
and falls to the floor.
A pool of blood tangles with the thick blond strands of her hair.
Her eyes are still open.
Her mouth is still in grin.
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 other. The swaying material waves with the curves of every inch of our bodies, as if it is one unified product.
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.
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?
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 collage of emotions unsaid... and things undone....?
They could be I suppose.
I'd rather not talk about this word. I'd rather not.
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. It looks like a moon, and she looks like she's holding it; cradling it in her warmth.
But all she dose is let me fall and keep falling.
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 looked at as just another.
And I will tell them... I will tell them all about life.
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