solace. they breathe laughs of toxic smoke, lingering upon the indentations of their lips.solace. by decayingfingers
the threat of the cigarettes that dangle dangerously upon their lips dropping onto
the ground before them. they are lost in the euphoria of bliss, with the stars hanging
high within the sky and their fingers laced together and an arm thrown around the
other’s hip with a brush of their fingers upon the curve of the other’s spine every
so often. murmured stories of what had befallen them that day are spoken so sweetly,
and although they have long since found themselves lost within the cosmos in their
eyes, their sweet nothings are what keeps them anchored to the ground once the
dalliance with chaos ended with the rise of the moon.
Coffee EyesCoffee eyes rove over cream skin,
Picking up every freckle,
Saving each nuance for later.
Pocketing memories so sweet.
Chocolate fingers whisper softly,
Dancing across tender flesh,
Memorizing the texture of love.
coffee talkthey speak in the
rattle of coffee cups—
sea bent lungs await the press
of the espresso crave lips
as taste fills curling limbs
Coffeeguts pile over white
sheets and blankets.
i spilled them to you
and you still said
i looked lovely
a black sticky stain.
how many chemicals
can your stomach handle
before you have to drown me?
how much bitterness
can you swallow?
you are my
cream and sugar, darling.
and it tears me in half
when you split your skin.
if you aren't careful
i might not be able to
sip you up again.
i am a powdery shadow
cold autumn breezes
and breathless clouds
but if i could keep you
breathing, my world might be
a little more alive
heart brokenIn my dreams
It was me in your arms
My lips on yours
There was only us
And the clouds
And the stars
It was the world and us
It was us against the world
But in your arms I could take it
Anything the world dished out
And with your kisses I was strong again
In my dreams it was me in your arms
My lips on yours
But in reality
It's always been her
The split second moment when everything collapsesCarve our names into the woodwork
Of your spine so maybe we can force something
Beautiful out of the mud and arteries and synapses
because drowning my sorrows in the last dregs
of cheap coffee leaves the taste of a corpse
between my teeth and cheek
I’ve seen lakes with the bones of drowned poets
In the spaces between your hang dog one liners
And maybe it’s okay to crush clichés between our fingers
And smear them like blood across our cheeks
And run wild like frenzied deer eyed children
The devils headlights
You were full of loose change and receipts
Constantly shifting between the spectrums
Of visible to ultraviolet, you were blinding in the way
That the morning light burns your eyes red until it clears
And you see stars and love when really
It’s sleep deprivation and the balmy film of unconsciousness lingering
In the back of your throat
There was this fleeting apparition about the way
You’d tilt your neck just enough
To make your hair fall in your eye
peeling bandages, platonic skyThere were no stars in Vegas
until I found you.
Alas, there are other stars
in the sky. Brighter stars,
maybe. But I like my star,
what used to be my star
before we both
A Deceiver's Helfor
A Deceiver's Helför
Reveling in my vile ways, the time had come to go,
My chest ceased to rise and fall, and my eyes were shut in their sockets.
I had not been a nice man, the Virtues I did not know,
Many men and women I cheated, their shining gold filled my pockets.
Now that I am dead, my course has been plotted,
It lies deep within Jötunheimr, that monstrous country.
The path, Helvegr, is one all of the dead are allotted,
Silently I made my way, with no greetings or pleasantry.
My feet are bare, so the road ahead is unpleasant,
Through a field of thorns I venture, with no way around.
These feet of mine are bleeding, no Helskóar are present,
My harshness toward others is now sorrow profound.
I came to a river so wild, and filled with iron weaponry,
Gjöll roared nearby, with its fitting name.
The floating boards would not hold me, nor my treachery,
And I waded through in pain, my heart full of shame.
Again I cross the Gjöll, but not through its bite,
I fare o
Dance into MadnessEvery moment we are alive,
Has in it the seeds of our own demise
We seek to bury who we are,
And when we are discovered, we act surprised
We blame others for our passions,
Passions which we seek to deny,
And when confronted with the truth,
We use any excuse as an alibi
Life is a painted tapestry,
Of pictures, emotions, and words
Sadly there are so many,
Who use all of them as a scourge
We dance into madness,
With every dark design and dark deed
So many of us simply do not care,
About all those whom we make bleed
We waste our time and lives,
So caught up in what we perceive,
When suddenly without warning,
We are no longer believed
Thankfully we lose with time,
The ease with which we are deceived,
It is not something to be lamented,
It is not something over which to grieve
We dance with madness,
Each and every day,
And it is so very hard,
To dance out of it's reach again
Most of us both live and learn,
And every moment, grow stronger still
Some of us, sadly, only burn,
And we always will
slowly, and then all at onceand for once, he slips on his wedding ring, to cure the monotony. it slides over his knuckle, a perfect fit, and in the morning release of sunlight the silver gleams at him. it glares, calling him a liar: she is not a whorehouse and you are too broke to own her, you harlot, you. he buttons up, tucks in his shirt tail, and buckles his belt. the clinking of metal parts is the only sound in the room besides the dusting of her breathing beside him. and when he's gone, the only thing he leaves behind are the bruises on her collarbone.
you find him because you're lonely, (well, it's actually the opposite.) he finds you because his wardrobe is black and his shoes are scuffed and he asks you where your castle is. you're the only princess he sees 'round here. the rain soaks into his shirt and he curses it, grinning. and damn girl, you follow him, because you think you see some kinda warmth in his ice blue eyes.
it takes you days t