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Jun 9 · 290
Serendipity Jun 9
I feel flesh on fire
light my skin
and name me pleasure.

All hands
and waist
and thighs
and bare.

Lips not only inhaling
what the other exhales.

I still trace my hands on my collarbone
the way you did that night.

I named my pleasure after you.
Jun 9 · 574
Serendipity Jun 9
The ocean's foam
consumes me whole
as I am tossed
back into the rapids.
Jun 7 · 238
Serendipity Jun 7
I drip into the palm of your hands
and make my home in the lines,
filling every crevice with myself
so I may always be by your side.
Jun 6 · 114
Serendipity Jun 6
If you had blinked you would have missed her.
A figure made of mist,
drifting just above the water
dripping with light
and drooping with melancholy.

She had moonlit skin,
and I watched as beads of the heavens
slid down her body,
and dropped
into the pond below her.

I catch her eyes in surprise,
filled with wonder and stars
as she disperses across the water.

I pick up the stone left behind
and like a fool
I name it:
I'm starting a new series where I listen to lofi songs and describe what I see.
This song is called dotlights-life inside a nightmare rectangle.
May 28 · 217
Serendipity May 28
The reflection of the moon sits
in the middle of a pond.

My favorite thing to do as a kid was to play god.
I sat near the water with swaying willows
and the sharp scent of the night air
and dipped my legs into the sky,
coating myself with what I believed
to be heaven:
the stars and the
inky blackness below me.

Ripples in this water
were simple evidence
of my eternal and formidable
Who else could cause waves in the sky
but God?

But no matter how hard I tried
the moon evaded me,
and I pretended we were friends
and this distance was nothing more
but physical space between us.

I could keep playing God,
and she could still have her space.  

I may have been baptized with the sky
and gone home
dripping with constellations,
but always wondered,
maybe all I had
was the space between
the moon.

I knew I was not worthy of her anointment,
but I pray whatever argument we had gotten into
would one day be resolved.

I no longer play God

But all I have now
is still the space
the moon.

And I wonder if I would have become God
if we had just
made up.
Jul 2021 · 750
Second Chances
Serendipity Jul 2021
Often deserved,
yet seldomly effective.
Mar 2021 · 1.5k
The taste of divorce.
Serendipity Mar 2021
I think divorce papers taste like the ash of a ciggratte falling from his lips when he told her the news.

Like whiskey burning firey hot as it slides down the back of your throat,

with bitter sweet tears pooling in with umami ink, the saltiness hitting the tongue like the papers to the floor, a weeping widow who does not suffer from a death but an absence.

I think divorce papers cut up throats like the edge of a chip, swallowing the news over and over again does not seem to make it go down any easier.

I think divorce papers digest like a cheap meal, the kind that you know will give you trouble, but also know is better for you in the end.
Serendipity Jan 2021
For late night adventures in woods
and abandoned buildings.

For strangers that sneak glances at you
between bookshelves and street corners,
and always manage to disappear when you no longer need them.

For candlewax and the flame that flickers.
For the light of the moon on paths untamed.
And for the snowfall that covers my tracks.

There is so much beauty in the wonder that you bring.
Serendipity Dec 2020
She was born in the back alleys of bones
left as scrap thrown to the dogs
by men who chewed her raw
and picked their teeth
with the edge of her.

When sprouts formed,
and skin and flesh blanketed her existence,
and blood dripped into her veins
from body bags in dumpsters:
she began to grow anger,
and brain,
and heart,
and eyes,
and fists.

So she may see the men her tossed her,
and attain her vengeance.
Nov 2020 · 586
The Edge of the World
Serendipity Nov 2020
I sit at the edge of the world,
as water falls from the ocean
into the abyss that is the sky
and floats past the stars.

Where I cling to handfuls of dirt
and grass, and the rocks that cling too,
so I do not fly up
and drown in the universe above
and below me.
Sep 2020 · 1.6k
Call it courage or stupidity
Serendipity Sep 2020
She stood at the edge of a deep rock
leashed to the side of the sea
with foam biting at her feet
and waves barking at her.

She breathes a salt stenched air
and watches its jaws open
only to see a sailor
rotting between its teeth.

She swallows air whole,
call it courage or stupidity
but she takes a step towards it.

Now the hound named
became full
once more.
Aug 2020 · 302
Serendipity Aug 2020
I rattle like
air dried bones
on winds unknown.
Jul 2020 · 258
Serendipity Jul 2020
She lays on the hill
between heaven and hell
and ponders
the valley's
Jul 2020 · 497
Quick announcement!
Serendipity Jul 2020
Recently a poem of mine blew up and I wanted to say thank you all for it!!
The poem Edge was inspired by a writing prompt titled:

Write a poem using the phrase "the sky is on fire"

I came up with the poem from this line, and I wanted to say this because it feels wrong to not credit inspiration and a line to the original creator.

Melissa Jennings Twitter: @melissajenningz came up with the prompt!

So a big thank you to her for the inspo for that poem!!!
Jul 2020 · 217
Cool lungs
Serendipity Jul 2020
Cool lungs
fill with chilled air
that know no breath
and I am myself
once more.
Jul 2020 · 1.6k
Serendipity Jul 2020
I sit on the edge of the world
where the sea meets the galaxy
and the water
begins to float.

I no longer think
of where I am
or where I am going to be
or where I was.

I am here
where the sky
is on fire.
Jul 2020 · 1.5k
Serendipity Jul 2020
When I met her I knew she was a sleepless night in the making.
She lays on a bed fit for mortals,
but the moon places a halo on her head as she sleeps.
I curse my eyes,
as acidic darkness clings to her skin
and eats at my ability to see her at peace.

Seventeen years of life
and I still have yet to realize:
that being a sucker for insomniacs is not good for me.
Jul 2020 · 1.0k
As they should.
Serendipity Jul 2020
She is rolling thunder,
a stoic figure with grace and presence.
She dresses herself
as a storm
with dark clouds
and lightning.
Her laughter rings
throughout the heavens
and sailors fear her,
as they should.
Jul 2020 · 326
Serendipity Jul 2020
Alone and Alone
I write these words twice
so at least
they have company.
I enjoy my alone time but I thought of this today :)))
Jul 2020 · 1.1k
Serendipity Jul 2020
I fell in love with her
not like a lover
but a soulmate.

I wish not
to taint her skin
with my touch,

but rather
admire her forever
from afar.
Jul 2020 · 421
Her name
Serendipity Jul 2020
I know her name
like she is the air I breathe
the stardust in my veins
the wonder in my eyes.
Jul 2020 · 191
Serendipity Jul 2020
There is beauty in potential.
Fleeting moments of desires
to be freer than I am
come stronger and faster
when captivity has been for this long.
The potential to be free
will always appeal to me
than freedom itself.
Jul 2020 · 634
Serendipity Jul 2020
Her frizzy hair
was simply
an invisble halo
being wrapped
in strands of gold.
Jul 2020 · 225
Serendipity Jul 2020
I really miss her,
the woman who knew
her place:
on top of the throne.
Jul 2020 · 572
Serendipity Jul 2020
There is something so forbidden about women
that just makes me want them more.
Cleaning out some drafts lol.
Jul 2020 · 413
Late October Leaves
Serendipity Jul 2020
The memories
of late October
torment me
like trick or treaters
for more candy.
Jun 2020 · 206
Free d o m
Serendipity Jun 2020
is the feeling you get
when you breathe your first breath
and your ribs
no longer
press into
the floor.
Jun 2020 · 370
Angel's drink
Serendipity Jun 2020
The sky is stained
with wine,
as lazy clouds
move hungover
towards the sun.
Jun 2020 · 484
Serendipity Jun 2020
True respect stems from love not fear.

If a child respects a parent out of love, and does something bad and gets away with it, their guilt will consume them and they may confess and do the right thing.

If a child respects a parent out of fear, they will simply be happy they did not get punished and avoided fear.
May 2020 · 2.1k
Meet me.
Serendipity May 2020
I loved her
I even
met her.
May 2020 · 133
Empty mind
Serendipity May 2020
The echoes
of your presence
in my empty mind.
May 2020 · 154
Serendipity May 2020
letting go
means making a bonfire
and using
your old mobile like
May 2020 · 251
Serendipity May 2020
I pray for forgiveness
I know I do not deserve
but forget
that I have already been
May 2020 · 341
Drown me
Serendipity May 2020
Wrap me in silk
and send me home
I am nothing but a sinner
who knows
how to drown.
May 2020 · 233
Consumes me
Serendipity May 2020
I stare at graves
and the autumn leaves
that fall,
as my envy
for decay
consumes me.
Serendipity May 2020
I cupped your face
and my hands stung
because you knew
what it meant
to be
May 2020 · 104
Serendipity May 2020
For my sins
I shall rot
in the caskets
of my enemies
and this punishment
is anything
May 2020 · 88
Serendipity May 2020
There is no law
stating that the holy
are beautiful...
There is a reason
why Hell
is HOT.
May 2020 · 124
Serendipity May 2020
I pity the fool
who envies angel's
because to become holy
May 2020 · 424
Serendipity May 2020
Freedom rings at heaven's gates;
to answer is to accept you are dead.

being free
means letting go
even if
you are not
May 2020 · 355
I want my freedom
Serendipity May 2020
Sometimes to be completely free
means to be
unfathomably lonely.
Apr 2020 · 338
Serendipity Apr 2020
I used to be someone
whose life goal
was to do something
that would impact
the world.

Soon I found solace
in disappearing as a whole
and realized
the biggest impact
I will ever make
I enjoy my fantasies of starting over in a rainy city with rainboots ****.
Apr 2020 · 424
Drown them
Serendipity Apr 2020
Stormy sea thunder
boasts with glorious tales
of men who've drowned,
and the sirens
who drowned them.
Apr 2020 · 448
Serendipity Apr 2020
What is faith
but an empty promise
to a God
that abandoned us
years ago
Lord forgive me for this one, but it was a thought begging to be written.
Apr 2020 · 1.2k
Serendipity Apr 2020
She smelled like cigarette smoke
and *****
and Oh,
how I wished to be
the ash or the bottle
that fell
Serendipity Mar 2020
I love you,
so much.
Every day goes by and I miss you.
As a poet I try to find multitudes of beauties to write about
and you have managed to be every one of them.
To be graced by your presence
once a millenia
is honor enough to last a lifetime.

I feel like the stars sent you here,
a comet zooming through space
that landed in the forest
where you grew ethereal
and beautiful.

I adore you.
Mar 2020 · 626
Serendipity Mar 2020
She was so beautiful
so graceful
so filled with wonder
that the parthenon
wept at the sight
of her.
Mar 2020 · 228
Serendipity Mar 2020
At my very core
am I as human
as I was promised
to be?
Mar 2020 · 331
Flowers in my ribs.
Serendipity Mar 2020
Flowers grow between my ribs,
and in the cracks of my mind.
While those around me call it beautiful,
it is getting hard to breathe.
Mar 2020 · 209
Lost files
Serendipity Mar 2020
Who am I?
But a collection of sounds in colors?
Of tastes in scents?
Of misery in delight?

I am nothing but the shadow
of good times
and there
lost files.
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