26/F I am a Law graduate. I want to write for you, I just want to write. I want to write about things that I have not seen and about things I have seen. I want to write about things I do not know about but feel the knowing feelings inside of words. 15 followers / 1.4k words
Red rained lips of the blue winds soaring. It is all coming together like reckless memory magnets Alone with prize high, Painful pulse for the month's ending, Rain convulsed, As you stretched one hand out. Laughter drips for you reached about the stacking strain, Drained out dry of bright champagne. Red rained lips of the blue winds calling.
By the stairs side Stands A tall stranger taking coats White bags and light hats for that Easy fumed air Hanging Beside the wide-eyed picture Framing the dark horses Running Trampling with laughter over the growing lawn.
A grey-shaded blooming shudder Covering over the other, Catches the light, Hats seated, cover over the other Entrancing over the etched dancers lined against the walls. Mountains that grew over the ancient fire, could still be moved. Behold, the sky's desire.
Coral steps weave and weaved along deeply thick, I am dark tea as warm as the dripping wax of the melting candle caught by its holder In search for your hands in the cooing night As you grew colder.
The nightly strings that are ripping For a dancing gentle lily. The day distracts what the night can give in the coral silence and sticky speed. All day I quest for the nightfall's shower of retreat and surrender. The darkness loses inside caves and shelters where the sun visited over and over.
On a green leaf For frogs Illuminated by the surface under There she sits on A part A piece I looked as a picture Dazing wondrously and scouring with pairs My sandals my feet my hands All my fingers and nails My ears My toes of ten and legs Knees and my shoulders The missing piece or so i thought under The afterthought Full of doubters For the plants grew all tall None could be any taller Dazzling danglers A field under the stars.
Girly willed as am I Which could not seem possible Acceptance aches Belief breaks Even the words I speak, write or sing, (Shall I Hear it...) over there it only echos against the busy chatter and travels back home Clogs ******* Reminding me that a life can be extinguished with mere disbelief. Disbelief and ignorance another pair... Girly willed as I am Nodding behind books Fiction, fiction, fiction They neigh So here I go... Thankful prayer as it did happen to us.. And all of it did That it was I who did it.
Fuels of her pair by flying passion and wild innocence Now... A human being Limitless like the others Why don't they not see? The rest, the stops, The same scene, there is exactly the same scene...of falls. If they just went out and did it, for a stretch and a walk, Just grow out of leaves, be the branches printed of feathery crease Because I am girly willed Golden meadows lost to become treasure. Fearless of rags she is as I am, Laying afloat of the clouds, linen skies, seas and drifting through the weightless sand Fearless forever.
Top hat that stretches that of the unseen tempo, Immortal strands that willow and willow, She pulled on.
In the realm With no edge. In my dreams, Remissive as the dawn As the blinding beauty basket Rising All furry frights turned All starry smile white All bright and kept in sight Keys that were a silent trick Tuned and replaced My smile that became magic-magic.
Penny vase made from the brown voided canyon rusting. Friends that were made of waste, they said time was simply turning, the boat spoke back and said the depth of ones nature could walk on water But a deep voice Was all that sprayed in pungent aerosol and displeasure.
Do we need to be on the same boat? To drift into the beguiling surf? Altogether Better if we were dispersed Dropped by the caving soft curve Sliding through the unseen wash, watching your muddy glare. Track the force in blueberry motion pulling and pushing us, a sollen hand and flying sleeve The touch of flaunting fingertips and strings, The fluttering wick Swing and swished.
The chest of wonders beaming Transmitting a map and lines like hay and wires They were all exposed in the lines of her eyes Maps
You frightened me that sleepy day The dusted arsenal stick Casted me on a rod made of hibiscus dew and syrup A venomous hook that entangled my earrings The push and her wave of desire, Maps To her treasure, Reeled it now all over her wet webbed feet. Caged, Maps and pressure of the rocks falling against the time ticking Hours away from the swaying shore.
The meaning of the word ''sollen'' in Dutch provided by Wiktionary,
Dutch Etymology From Middle Dutch sollen, from Middle French soller. Verb sollen
to throw back and forth (of a ball) to play, to mess We laten niet met ons sollen! We won't let anyone mess with us!