Summer sky, life bursting open under its opaque blue Too vivid for that cold dream of days lit by moonlight to be true Sweet citrus colors flow into cool wet air blooming wide As the moon slips through the surface from worlds swirling outside Summer twilight, dreams drifting with echoing blue-violet waves Summer night, a timeless world of sparkling secrets and ancient caves Summer dawn is its magic, an enchanting rhythm lifting the sun In a summer sky of yin and yang, too perfect for just one
A description of a northern summer in a wet temperate climate, inspired by the other art forms I've been doing: writing prose, listening to music, even creating a visual art piece. Hope you enjoy :D
Autumn mornings filtered gentle daylight on sunbeams across cityways and warm-tinted sidewalks, upbeat lofi humming with the dove's sorrowful song, while weaving past the struggles days bring.
Hi everyone! I finally got down to creating that lit magazine :) The Instagram is @autumnmorn.mag It's still a work in progress, with an official website, logo, and application/submission forms in the process, but within a few months it should be up and running!
A beautiful day is nothang but life, for a beautiful soul makes a beautiful morning. As the daylight appears it make obvious how beautiful and ravishing you're. The light in your eye is as bright as the sunlight sunlight. Wishing you a stunning morning as you really are. Good morning honey. Thinking about you. #C9_fm
blaring down at me sinking me with fired density the Sun against watercolored galaxies I lift a hand to keep me afloat? To block out the rays. I stare up into the cup of my fingers the background makes it as though I somehow left fingerprint molds into the view I lower my hand to admire the work but it is not my hand, only birds scattering in uniform soft raven and charcoal against ripped blue paper broad of daylight, I stand in the middle of the world every inch of skin goosebumps rise to greet the warmth with a kiss.
The fang of a vampire sinks in deep Blood of the body against her teeth That piercing sensation as she drains The collar of my shirt soaked in blood stains That weakened feeling I feel stumbling around With the world around me swirling around My hunger has altered into a crave The old me has met an early grave I can hear the hearts pulsing and pounding The smell of fresh bait in the surrounding I can't escape the hunger pains As thirst for blood runs deep in my viens I no longer use a fork when I eat Because the blood of another taste so sweet I've slept through the day I must feed tonight But I must resume my slumber when the sun beams bright