Michael 2d

Sometimes I notice while staring up toward something that it begins to move further and further away, I never thought my reach was so short sighted, leaving me incapable of doing something so simple which was that I could not grasp onto something so close, maybe because I’m not deserving of its touch, to know its feel, the texture it could’ve sprouted from my hand and for the wondrous explosions it may have imprinted inside my mind, it’s thoughts curating inside, it’s knowings are sacred to those who are too brittle to try, that would eventually break when seeing the truth covered with lies.
I’m a truth floating over restless waters soon I’ll live beneath these waterbeds, dropping into the depth finding myself to be the audience in witness to the moons light burning across this gallery of dazzling eyes sweeping across the water
catching me with struggling hands—like that of a child frolicking through the marsh eager to catch a grasshopper full of fraught, to every single attempt he seemingly fails miserably—slipping through her translucent fingers watching, her taut strings of light unbelievably deceiving, letting me descend, what an aura to shine through and carry me to a resting place. From you, radiance exudes from your pallid complexion, melting, pouring down, off the skies’ abstraction, leading along the ridges of this undulating ocean, piercing through the surface, finding me captivated with your everlasting prudence. Oh Luna, you embraced me with just a simple stare, letting me go, without a care, not that I was hoping to be saved by you but I never knew how cold your tendered heart was until then, saving yourself from me as the company we commonly shared. You looked me directly in my face while the shadow washed up my body and took ahold of me like iron I became heavy, suddenly gone from your presence, toppling over a vague distortion, touching the snow covered floor, it can be so cold down here that I’m missing your subtle warmth. All I know is fluid motion, I’m awaiting my release, dust particles move so slow here, losing themselves to the blackened thought lingering around, boundless-sifting into my shallow lungs, a rather penetrative experience I can’t recall permitting, my capacity to feel has but reached its limit, my abstraction to which was already nothing to begin with has been replaced with liquid dreaming, but you–oh luna, aren’t so invasive, I’m not use to this, I recall our long meetings, the visible wavelength that drew a cord from me to you, vibrations of interconnection, pulsating at a higher frequency that brought our overlapping glances together through synchronization, always meeting at the oddest of hours with many forms, and blushing orange tones , I never did forget, you always had something unprecedented about you that I come to see now. your twinkle that trickled down my cheek as our eyes intertwined, a moment that you held so dearly quickly stored away into the past once I slipped through your ever changing luminescence, the pain we shared from the loneliness laid bare, suddenly vanished away now that I sleep for an eternity, away, without the light to keep me awake. Now I’m keeping this obsidian filled space company, our fate was fainted by the interwoven obsession this bottomless sea has for me and only me.


hypnagogic; before I reach the state of being asleep this place tends to become motionlessly still and quieted to a great degree, very unsettling, so that this consonant ring finds an ear, making its way to me as I see myself in a dream staring into waves of black uncertainty—

hypnopompic; I’ve learnt that for the briefest of moments, which seems like forever, a strange phenomenon occurs, gravitating me up close to ecstasy, only to lead me toward a fragmented presence. what it is that is happening is I’m always being swept under this intoxicating breeze, serene and laced with a nostalgic undercurrent,my subconscious is presumably aware that It is growing more and more awake initiating this particular short lasting effect, engendering it really, possibly to stimulate a fully erected state of awakenings, this is precedent to waking up then the sub-sequential events take place: the water seeps through and I’m without the excitement of knowing that my eyelids would eventually open up to you not being there. I’m only seeing nothingness beside me now.
You’re only just the lie that circles my mind now  

—liquid sleeping conditions

In my own discretion I succumb to feeling numb, conforming to a liquid state where I’m moving slowly, unsteadily along the rail of loneliness, mindfully aware I’m drowning in a sentimentality, that I can no longer escape from, inevitably I always stay waiting, longing for a change in scenery, for something else, for someone else, I would need to find my self lost completely so that I can be fully found~

—defective from you (lunar mood)

I can’t tell anymore. It was clear (the night I mean). I looked up toward the only place anyone else would and found a resonating sadness. After the gusts swooped me up carrying me into the deep depth of my infinite tears. I couldn’t move for the next hour so I stayed sitting beside my car with weak legs caught by her melancholy display.

For those who can’t help but fall away while watching the moon dim and blow away.

Im aware the structure is pretty terrible since I write from my phone which acts pretty erratic.

Everything is imperfect-
The space
Between your eyes.
The crooked white
Inside your half-smile.
The choppy,
Paper-cutting scissor bangs
That frame your face.

You chopped them late
In a dim lit bathroom.
Flickering neon against the blade.

Tucking tounge under breath,
Chunks of midnight strands
Refracting grey-silver dreams
Fell to the floor like splinters
Hurled from breaking wood.

With crescent moons
Formed on each cheek,
The mirror smiled.

Anna 1d

Kiss me with your eyes wide open.

Let me feel them tickling

every inch of my skin.

Intoxicated from the weight of euphoria,
Silence drips viscously into the soul
Until drowning is no longer a fear,
But an option.

Feet wet from nostalgia
Of ungraspable motions,
Time rests heavily on dewed eyelids.

The soul buries itself further.

This was from a prompt about something that brings you happiness and deeply saddens you at the same time. I chose Melancholia.

I read your eyes ...

i read the love ...
from your eyes ...
i felt within your soul ..
and touched it ..
since i hear your voice ...
yes i 'm seeing the love ...
now only i see ...
because you are ...
the one whom got me back ...
to this sweet feelings ...
yes you are ...
you ...
whom i love ...
whom is now ...
my destiny ...
to share me my life ...

and here i'm waiting ...
waiting our meeting ...
to start our real love ...
and to pass together ...
by this way ...
through our love ...
there where we will ...
get what we both need ...
what we feel ...
forever ...
together ...
and never to be apart ...
yes we will never be ...
because you are ...
my fate ...
yes my angel ...
i read this ...
from your eyes ...
love you ...
this is my promise ..
to be ...
yours ...
as you are ...
mine ...

hazem al ...

restless am i, restless am i
deprived so
jailed by the width of my eyes
restless i am

here it is, it is here
where i lay
above the barren white sheet

am i sweating? am i sweating?
but still my flesh runs cold
on the springs of my spine
am i restless?

down to rest, restless here
the twitch of my thigh
the quake of my breast
i am restless

The monster who loves you
Was never a monster at all,
Red eyes full of unshed tears
Twisted, broken soul from the long, dark fall;
He fell from the feeble arms of grace,
Haunted by the slow burning of his wings
And the fast fading of his mother's face
The lifeless wind has whipped him
Till he can't feel the sting anymore,
Now all he knows is that he's bound to you
And he can't decide who he's fighting for

When I close my eyes I see your face
And wish to feel your warm embrace.
I run my fingers through my hair,
And wish instead that you were there.
I wake up craving the touch of your skin,
The warmth of your breath,
You pull me right in.
Everything about you is extraordinary.
And how you surprise me with the weight that you carry.
The weight of the world you try to rest on your shoulder,
And when you’ve had enough you still balance that boulder.
I wish that you knew that it isn’t required,
That you give up yourself to lift everyone higher.
To think of yourself every once and awhile,
And do something for you to make yourself smile,
Does not make you selfish,
Does not make you cruel.
There is no such reason to stand by that rule.
You may not be perfect in all eyes that see
But there’s no other being more perfect for me.

What have we evolved to be?
Genes and phenes are all I see.
I see traits where genetic flood gates make one look like another,
Where mothers have their mother's eyes
And smiles alike their brothers.

double helix - Ive always been fascinated by genetic inheritance and what makes us who we are
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