If you are the moon, then I am the sea Since the beginning of time Where the moon goes, I follow Underneath the moon, I glow With love and beauty
If only the moon saw their reflection Without the celestial body Without you I would not exists
Billions of stars in the universe But only one moon So bright, so beautiful So light, so dazzling And to exist only once Amongst the millions of galaxies
I would not be here If it wasn’t for you Without the heavenly body If only you knew
With attraction and divinity I reflect High tide and low tide I go towards you Since the beginning of our existence You are the moon and I am the sea
This can be seen as either a romantic piece or a piece about companionship. I wrote it as a piece to represent the love between a particular fandom and artists. Take it how you will, let me know what you think!
I want to slip Into Oasis Become pixelated Back in the 80s Watch as all my fandoms Come to life I can have coffee With Molly Ringwald At The Peach Pit Before hitting the beaches Of Costa del Sol Later check into the Overlook Hotel To slow dance with Casper As listen to theme music Of Castlevania To pedal a bmx bike And touch the stars To hang in detention With the brat pack To have my entire life soundtrack Badly synthesized 80s tunes I guess I am saying I want my 2020 A little more Oasis And a lot less Black Mirror
Pools of aquamarine sink in the depths of golden quartz as a figment of a feeling -- too foreign to be named, yet too familiar to be told -- grasps into their cores as a their hands intertwine with sudden daunting urgency. Long forgotten are the piercing words that become nothing but murmurs in the cool and crisp air that fails to shimmer and soothe the embers between his and her beings. By which the ardent winds push them, so does the tip of his --- no, hers she laid claim on this many moons ago --- her knife, nicking a far edge in their chamber, hilt bobbing in rhythm with nimble fingers. Patience and longing, fever and urgency, all colliding as desire feeds on hope. The closer they sink, an anchor beneath the water, where they find each other in a movement of souls through a spirited exchange of breaths. It begins within them, a threshold of a furnace that burns in war and frost.
internecine series; d1 (prompt: confessions) entry for a sifki subproject
I saw you standing, dressed to ****. Perhaps waiting for someone to tell you of her thrill-- the thrill that you give, when you start to sing. I should’ve told you then that I’d been listening. I’d just started to listen, just begun to catch the fire; it wasn’t until later that I burned with desire. Then I fell for you, I fell for you deep. You’ve been playing with my mind; you’ve been visiting my sleep. I wish I’d told you then, that I’d give you anything; though nothing I could give you, would equal what you bring-- what you bring to me nightly, what you touch in my core. When you’re next in town, go out the back door. I’ll show you the stars, I’ll show you the lights; I’ll give you what you crave at the end of the nights. I’ll tell you of my dream, I’ll tell you of my vision, then I’ll worship at the altar of my one true religion.