Walls carved into stone. The godly shapes repulsing stars further from sky.
Rocks with fantastic shapes, objects of legends. They are frequently named after people or objects of which they remind. The rocks vary in color from primarily red to yellow; some of the rocks reach up to 200 m in height.
Vividly pale sunsets, Houses lined up in a row, The wind howls on the beach, The pacific northwest, My home, The tide rising and lowering, The smell of a campfire that once burned so bright, Smoke still in the air,
Pastel sunrises that I'll never forget. I miss this.
There is a bay on the Oregon coast, Shaped like a scallop shell And ringed by rounded stones. And from the darkening sky Droop billows of blue and gray Hanging and lit like Chinese lanterns. Humans in the damp Northwest Appear to drip from the clouds In rain-washed colors Of blue and violet, Whose tattered clothes Are softened and soaked From ragged wool into rich satin. Still others bask on shores Of pebbles rolled by the sea, Bone white and cloud-gray. Down and up, down again The light rays vault, Painting bipeds into the land. There are no reflections But rather water in the air, Looking like rain Even on cloudless days. Their world is saturated Like the scarlet gowns Of Waterhouse’s Ariadne And the ponds of Monet, Green as the British Isles, Blue as the Aegean And white as the Pantheon ruins . Much like an ancient tomb, The majesty of mortal lives Commemorated in stone Is here splashed in the air And in every forest or cliff. Hushing people into silence, So they conduct the most Serious customs in whispers, Knowing how voices echo along Water droplets And mountain shadows.
The creak of a door, A sliver of light Slips and illuminates the evergreen tops.
A sigh of relief echoes between our two walls. I hear the flick of a lighter. An orange glow appears. Floating about an arms length away from a dark shadow mostly hidden behind the evergreens i always complain of.
We end up mimicking each others actions Swimmers in a line, Diving in at the same time. Synchronizing the timing of raising our separate cigarettes to our separate lips,
It’s a small solace, Two strangers, simultaneously trying to **** themselves just a bit quicker The only form of intimacy we know at this point in life.
Ash, take a drag, ash, take a drag Rinse and repeat The wash cycle is almost over We puff away together Until one of us tires or hits the ****.
I once again, hear; The creak of a door, A sliver of light illuminates the tight knit needles. I hear a gentle slam, In his own way, a goodnight
I thought I was dying Smog Holy Electrifying Crumbling of leaves Beneath swollen knees Respite from Can you call it mind altering Succumbed by disease Leaking I devoured Aspects, hints of true Licking fingers Until they were cold and blue Full, chronological breaths Eruption Then the infite thawing I’d echo words spoken Between eroding teal beams The repition Slight hints at recognition
I thought I was dying Forest turned Ash soaked air Would have taken anyone Yet you stood there
I don't think about the leaves or I guess I do but I try to not think about them too often I don't really think about you either or when I do, I don't see your face I don't feel your body I don't even smell you
I think about the way the world looked, 1,200 miles above ground the cloudless sky You looked at me like it was hilarious I was a cat in water wanting you to hold me but you peeled my arms off of you slowly how you walked away when I tried to order the coffee as the plane was boarding I don't see your eyes Your hands don't wrap around my waist in my memories I don't think they really ever did, did they?
I think about how she must feel lying next to you how similar the side of bed is to the cold vacant moments when you turn the light off, sigh and push the pillows under your head the distance it's gaping I still feel it, a mile and a half away in the dark your back stands out She'll spend years chasing nothing
I think about how he made me laugh he found this eruption of giggles and ripped it out of me until I couldn't stop the bed shook in this rhythmic pattern and I could just lie there knowing at least he wanted me at least he knew how to stop time at least he understood each line unlike you did I think about the compromises I made to be seen after you
the times I turned away from lashings because at least I can remember the color of his eyes when he looked at me at least I can place exactly where his hands laid on my side at least he knows my favorite line of every song
he knew how to pull the world into the slow melancholic better than you ever could have, how my heels turned toward him when the buzzing of street lights didn't distract me his hands could at least slide up grip into anything and I didn't have to beg
I didn't have to beg
even when I knew, it was wrong
he could quote back the words to me the moments we shared held purpose made me feel like this where I could belong.
This isn't what i wanted it to be but I'm going through all of it.
allowed the scent to stain the tips of each appendage as I rubbed the delicate petals between watching how hues of purple slid gracefully along side the curves, the honey gold sunlight dripped ignited the slight variations of dark nightshades from light creams the hint of white, the shudder of black in each tint I turned my hands upright watching fragments cascade to the sidewalk below me
Introduced him into my life slipped the necklace off my neck and gave him the exact directions to the destinations that made me safe scared weak strong the potions that awakened each aspect in my life granted him the open doors to each variable that emulated my entity turned the side of me, the numb variations that dictated logic, reason, protection and forgot to listen to the words he spoke as the evening rose above the firs, evergreens.
Particles Numerous Grandeur in their audacity to Compare me to each insignificant blade of grass As I stand above the overpass
Blurry reds and whites Melting apathetically in with the dusting of pink
Almost lept from my gravitational pull Instead remembered how good it felt When your indecency once slid up The opening in my dress I stayed planted Promising my dillusion the same temptations Would ultimately make another appearance In the infinite rotation of a tangled set of lucid moments
And maybe,just maybe This time They'd stay a little longer.