Between Midnight and 3am    1986 -   
Sea salt and tentacle love letters scatter into my aromatic wind like snowfall in the artic. Prevalent. Soft, sweet layers of flowery smoke linger in my midnight lungs. Dark secrets revealed here. Passions unleashed. Blood, bone, twisted thoughts and wet, saturated desire await the prying support of your curious eyes. Come hither...


These ink bled lines
Are not your's
They are mine
Do not steal from me
Or with hook and anchor
At the bottom of my sea you'll be
Copyright Brook Ilges {1996-Present}
Sea salt and tentacle love letters scatter into my aromatic wind like snowfall in the artic. Prevalent. Soft, sweet layers of flowery smoke linger in my midnight lungs. Dark secrets revealed here. Passions unleashed. Blood, bone, twisted thoughts and wet, saturated desire await the prying support of your curious eyes. Come hither...


These ink bled lines
Are not your's
They are mine
Do not steal from me
Or with hook and anchor
At the bottom of my sea you'll be
Copyright Brook Ilges {1996-Present}
Brook
Brook
Dec 4

Like tiny deer ticks
Insecurities bleed us dry.

  Reposted by Brook  ·  Dec 4
Jonathan R Potts
Jonathan R Potts
Oct 22      Oct 22

The morning sun slices through the partially closed curtains
tenderly kissing your neck with a soft white glow
her light has traveled a distance I can hardly fathom
through darkness and nothing
finally resting upon your sleeping eyes
in this stiff hotel bed
our bodies meld together
your warm naked skin against mine
I bury my face into your shoulder
and kiss your back
I want to hold you closer and never let you go
but my muscle and bone bend and fracture
under the weight of time
she pulls like a howling riptide
casting you out to sea
beyond my reach


Yet I wrap my arms around you
with the knowledge
I will one day lose you
whether you fall into the final slumber
or into the embrace of another
we will be torn apart with the force of a dying star
its mass collapsing down to a singular point
so dense that even light cannot escape
its gluttonous grip
but for now
I lock my fingers, I clasp my hands,
I cradle you against my chest and I fight
I fight the very weight of existence
for an extra few seconds in this hotel bed

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Brook
Brook
Dec 4

Slow night
Easy does it
Low light
Try not to covet
The sacred lines
Of our in between
Lost to sharp times
In my own misery
I held us sacred
You dropped my hand
Now tasting these acrid
Memories of sand
Tears still fall
Try as I might
To keep them all
From flooding my sight
I know you have left me
Soaring high above
Yet even in my shadows
Still shines your love

Bright. The sun. A star. The center. This heart still beats for you.
  Reposted by Brook  ·  Dec 3
Bones
Bones
Dec 3      Dec 4

Do you remember
that midwinter night
the one with ice
in the air
the one that
we burned
until it
turned white,
that nobody
else could
stand near?
do you remember
the dance of
the slender
flames as they
tortured the cold?
when they
were done
you glowed
like the sun's
tongue had been
licking
your soul.

Brook
Brook
Dec 3

Single. Double. Pull it through.
Single. Double. Pull it through.
Chain after chain
Row after row
Blisters on fingers that pull tight
I work well into the night
Only when I have the light
Baskets spill over
Sari silk yarn
Acrylic blends that mold and stretch
A thousand colors tangled
Before my eyes
Into warm, cozy gifts, a birthday surprise
The feel of the hook is home to me
Ask me nicely and I may see
If I can make something gorgeous for you
With hook and yarn as I am known to do

I adore giving home made gifts!
  Reposted by Brook  ·  Dec 3
Emma Tauzell
Emma Tauzell
Dec 3      Dec 3

I am a goddamn galaxy,
I have all the stars in my veins
And all the planets in my bones,
I have flowers growing in even the darkest spaces of me.

I am an ocean with crashing waves
Singing the song of laughing children
And if you look close enough
You can see the sea-blue color
Of my refreshing water
Hidden behind my eyes.

I am a forest,
Every inch of my body is filled with life,
With bright greens and yellows and pinks
And bursts of red and purple and blue,
Complete with the sweet melody of the wind
And the birds chiming in.

I am the stars in the night sky
And the moon that paints your room
When you can not sleep,
I am a china doll
But you can not break me without my consent.

Brook
Brook
Dec 3

I don't know you
Not half as well as I used to
Your rakish smile is still the same
You still play this exhausting game

Perhaps it is I who has really changed

 
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