and the moon wraps me in its dust
a cold dust that freezes my sore skin
as the stars twinkle in a warm vigil
over my yearning body ablaze with
the fire of quests still to be satisfied
together the moon and the stars brew
a romance in bloom like wild flowers
starring the open fields with colour
the old moon weeps cheerless songs
    melodies never before heard
by untutored human ears
or played by arthritic fingers
in search of a miraculous cure
as acidic woes from dim pasts and distances **** nascent dreams
stranger than the quirkiest fictional tales
is the story of cold moons in tropical skies
nevertheless i shall lean forever towards that dream
whose promise is a pale shadow of reality

loneliness has defined
this old soul.
Bittersweet melody
has tuned my way of
living.

I don't know how much
my heart could stand
the weight and wait
for that simple moment,
that single spark
to feel alive
and stop breathing
the ashen smog of reality.

Some are Water Lilies
Whose roots grow deep in mud
Some are Aloes blooming red
With healing in their bud

Some are Cala Lilies
With blossoms white as snow
Some are florid Orchids
Which in a hothouse grow

Some Lily of the Valley
Exquisite unadorned
Some are Cactus Roses
Be careful of the thorns!

Some are Jack in the Pulpit
A rakish sort of fella
Some are Ladies Slippers
Awaiting Cinderella!

Some are lovely Roses
Which smell so very sweet
Some are Stink Cabbage
With a smell like rotting meat!

Moonflowers and Marigolds
Irises. Magnolia!
So many I can't think of
Many I haven't told ya...

There are Venus Fly Trap
Carnivorous cutie
The Lilaç grow in bushes
known for their great beauty

Daisies are so simple
Violets in there too
Tell me true
Look at leaf and petal folks
what flower type are YOU?




SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 3/20/2016

I can taste the colours of your kiss
Fiery crimsons bursting through
Mellow yellows
Exploding into sweet tangelo
Cool blues
Turning violet
As my senses play this quiet duet

I hear music when you touch me
Bass lines throbbing alongside
Exotic rhythms
Tumbling into trembling strings
Soaring voices
Dulcet tones
Within your music my body groans

I can smell flowers in your words
Tender Honeysuckle pervades
Alluring Rose
Sweet Alyssum quickly follows
Heady Jasmine
Lascivious Lilies
Impressions that set my spirit free

You muddle my mind with euphoria
Sensibility rearranged
In anticipation
Of this intoxication
I live
In Synaesthesia
Whenever you are near

(C) Pixievic

I'd give up everything to kiss the moon

I hate the world for they do not understand
When I say "I'm ok" or "I don't need a hand"
Promised to be there in good times and in bad
But when things seem wrong they were the first to get mad

I hate the world for they don't see
This demon lurking inside of me
I put up with a smile to hide the pain
Though in my eyes it will remain

I hate the world for they tricked me to believe
That love is a real deal and this is how I should live
Said it was forever, said it wouldn't hurt
Then why am I broken, helpless, lying in the dirt?

I hate myself for I carelessly let her fall
In this hole of wonder, never should've heed the call
For the story was a myth, there wasn't a talking rabbit
My sense of reality, I regret to let it slip

I hate you, hate me, hate the world in all its glory
We are the monsters living within
The very villain of our story

So hold your tongue my dear old friend
Cause no amount of words could mend
This poisoned heart that He has lend
We are all liars in the end