Chloe

Chloe Sep 2014

The Rival (In Origin); Queen Victoria Exiled Two

Written long after my deadline:

We are only so infinite in our angel spotlights and firemen poles from burning bits of universe light years away.
You made me wonder if people laugh into silence because they can't handle the words hanging there like frozen raindrops dangling from the clouds, if they shatter them and the glass-blown shards are ****** back into the storm and if the empty space they fell up from is what pulls laughter from their lungs.
They've forgotten how to let the mist of words sink into their pores and fill up their blank pages until it comes pouring out, putting a glass half full into the stillness.

I think the spotlight of an angel must be on you because you shine so brightly, your love shines so brightly.
I know a magpie dragon would pick you up in a heartbeat and steal you away for your soul.
You have let me remember how to think again and how to imagine the sound the sky would make if I peeled it back from the paper leaves of the treetops.
You know how to remind me that I am allowed to be loved.

(Thanks. You know, for existing)

I'm lucky that you're my friend. I'll never send this because it's dramatically pretentious and letters should never be centered. So there.

-C.A.S

Letters I'll Never Send (Entry 1)

Notes:

-Yes, there is a code. Yes, it is possible to figure out who the letters are to. It's not very hard. If you do figure it out, please don't share the code and do not tell people who the letters are for (unless said letter is your own). They are not meant for you (unless and until they are).

-This is a ROUGH DRAFT. I may edit and/or repost it at any time. I will not delete this draft. I promise.

-Title is in two parts because the person needed to be specified. Sorry bout that.

#love #friends #words #rain #friendship #clouds #writing #letter #luck #anonymous

Jul 2014

Jessica Schreiber

Midnight Thoughts

The fire fizzles fast and bright
bright lights dance & haunt the night
night drowns the hopes of surrender
this life will forever be remembered

Cracked souls & foul play
play time is over & time to escape
escape the fates with foul desire
I am nothing less than a survivor

A heartbeat pounds & quickens its pace
pace turns to panic & rushes the race
race past the twilight hours of day
I will remember nothing but your face

Daydreams turn to nightmares & the heart starts to break
break apart & fall away
away from me you'll always be
my memories will keep me company

A broken & saddened little spirit
spirit shares the mind & breaks past the mirrors
mirrors will guide you home
I won't hurt you anymore

I'm okay there's nothing to fear
I've found peace & guidance with no more tears
mind over matter, warriors unite
In this fight I'll turn to light

Jun 2014

Jordan Harris

Euphoria

Every brush is a first as a spark to a fire;
though the ashes still fall from limb and leaf,
each blaze sizzles an original melody:
forever unique and soulfully sole.

A delicate comfort envelopes me,
wreathing my pieces with a gentle autumn breeze,
mending me whole when I was never broken.

Her ambiance dances as rays of shattered moonlight,
slipping beneath a sky of the arctic dawn.
She gathers my fragments,
even when they had never been chipped away.

I lay unprotected, yet entirely safe.

She bends until the space separating us is airless with tender yearning.
I taste a thin sea-foam of maple sugar.
Dyspnoea remains fluid in our slumberous desire.

When I close my eyes, submitting to the quiet rush,
I am welcomed by an island universe.
Stardust spirals as the cosmos beams above our heads.

A sylvan petrichor swirls about the fall
as I am consumed with pure euphoria.

#love #kiss #bliss #euphoria

Chloe Jun 2014

λαγνεία και Ἀγλαΐα (Lust + Splendor)

You are a beauty that echoes in my eyes
Sparks dance along your corners and curves
Your smile pulls at the edge of my mouth every time
I’d like your shirt crumpled on my bedroom floor.
Because when it comes down to it darling
I need your fingers to make love with mine
Kiss me like the air from my lungs is ambrosia
Hold me like we could meld desire in our sighs
You are in the curl of my toes and the arch of my back
My half lidded eyes and weakened knees
The gentle spark in the nerves down my spine
The flush down my chest and the flare in my cheeks
Your molecules form constellations behind my eyes
Your imperfections fit my missing parts like peace
I will murmur you so wickedly high
Because you’re beautiful when loving me.

Sins and Graces (1/7)

Not my usual style/topic (which makes me really nervous agh) but my friends have been wonderfully reassuring about this one so...here you go! If I've f'd up the Greek, please yell at me/give me the correct translation! Next in the series should be out in a bit, so long as I don't procrastinate too much.

#love #kiss #desire #beauty #smile #darling #echo #spark #bedroom #ambrosia

Jun 2014

Jordan Harris

Brazen Mendacity

I perch distantly
not as a stalking panther shrouded in night
but in exile
society is welcoming as I chose my solitude
internally enforced diaspora

I claimed it was to marvel the awful expanse
a view of unabridged artistry
authentic beauty
however here
truth's firm grasp scrambles for a grip
but fingers could only ever scrape a void

I gazed across a projection
my utopia
a wish upon a whim

I walk the world with starlight in my eyes
to blind myself from the otherwise unavoidable darkness

I stride not at the center of galaxies
but in the emptiness of space forgotten
knowing resolution is inevitable
and I will either become a part of it
or its mirror

I will be whipped from the universe
an absent thought
lost in tumbling amnesia

#fake #sight #internal #brazen #mendacity

Jun 2014

Jordan Harris

In the End

I am not afraid of death.

I am afraid
of leaving nothing behind:
no legacy, no memory, no lasting impression.

I am afraid
I will not have a mark, a footprint,
a story worth telling generation after generation.

I am afraid
everything I ever do
will have absolutely no meaning
after my conscience is inevitably whipped from existence.

I am afraid
all of the tests and assessments will count for no grade:
none of the points will have ever mattered,
whole nights awake and exhausted stress for nothing.

I am afraid
each word I wrote and every line I drew will be erased,
the rubber shavings swept to the floor by a careless hand
vacuumed away in spring cleaning,
and emptied into a trash bin months, even years later.

I am afraid
the lyrics that sprang spontaneously from my lips
soaked and soapy from shampoo in the shower
will only survive dripping through dank, rusted pipes
echoing with hollow drops in an empty bi-centennial home
for no one.

I am afraid
what I saw, what I understood, what I thought, and what I spoke
will have no impact on the interpretation of the universe
through the eyes of others;
there is no continued learning through humanity,
only amnesia
forgetting and loosing
until our entire species dies of sheer stupidity.

I am afraid
my essence will be forgotten.
But then again,
I am also afraid if I am not.

I die and then what?
Mourning?
Wailing and depression?
Screaming and fury and reverberating shrieks?
Pure, blessed joy at relief from my existence on this Earth?

I cannot decide which I fear more:
my last breath passing as not an eyelash bats with nerve for care
or my memorial lasting eternally.

#death #end #in #the #impression #eternally