#illuminated
There’s an illness from history’s pages
Which can even afflict the courageous
Beware of the syndrome
When visiting Stockholm
I’m told that it’s mildly contagious
There's a tome in the royal collection
Behind triple-pane glass for protection
If the legend is right
It was penned overnight
By a monk under Satan's direction
Jun 21, 2025
Jun 21, 2025 at 4:57 AM UTC
Your love was like the buzzing of bees in the summer
I used to run from the rain, but if only I could stay
Under your stormy love, or inside your fireplace arms
Now that you're gone, I sit quiet
And I watch the lightnings eye naked
Delighting of every and each illuminated trait
It hits me in the same way, and I pray to believe
That the bruises you left are enough to make me feel alive
Parti sous la pluie.
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 1:45 AM UTC
Once upon a full moon,
An immortal soul escaped it's vessel.
Illuminated by moonlight,
Whisps of the spirit gracefully glided down the eye of a rabbit hole,
swirling through the sphere of Life and Death,
caught inbetween their reflection of each other.
Their voices harmonized like a pious gospel-
the word of God.
The soul asked them to lay her down at the bottom of infinity,
where there's a cave of every dream ever conceived,
Appearing as fog on a horizon of memories,
spread across the sky like prophetic constellations.
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 3:44 PM UTC
Listen up, caviling charlatans.
Forgo the sporadic rebuff,
luminous is the dark
and shaded is the light,
the path to endless days.
If the vagabond's respite
is fraught with retribution,
why continue in shambles,
instead, covet his ways.
Don't lament the shadows,
cry for illuming rays.
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 9:45 AM UTC
One looks up and says life is a ladder
Black sky's illuminated with stars scattered
Adventure thrown in the air in the shape of matter
We take and embrace what we can't see instead what we can feel.
It all feels so unreal..emotions and ordeals
Now watch as our minds peel then sit in a cornfield
Only to be found by space and particles
They read while we speak of thee impossible
Big humps to people seem like obstacles.
We just jump above and learn that anything is possible.
Never walk in shame within the halls of the honourable.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 12:03 PM UTC
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a girl with a mind like a tunnel
somewhere amidst a winding mountain road
quiet and familiar
the tunnel
calm and inviting
as his headlights
approach
from the distance
particles of light
start finding their way inside
the tunnel less dim
with every
heartbeat
until
everything is illuminated within
fractions of a second
his headlights span out
into every corner
and every crevasse
and brings every brushed away memory
into full view
warmly embracing every hidden secret
and for a moment
the tunnel becomes
unnaturally bright
the kind of bright that makes you
squint your eyes and
hold your breath and
dig the tips of your fingers
into the foam of your steering wheel
but you don't get afraid because
your eyes adjust before
the fear sets in
and when your eyes do adjust
you forget that it's ever been dark at all
and you feel as though this light
can last forever
but our eyes can only handle
so much light
now he's approaching the exit
and his headlights
are reaching out
beyond the arch of the tunnel
far into the thick woods and towards the
mountain tops
as he passes through on his way
to some final destination
and he never even thought to stay
so cherish
the very last seconds
and cherish
every fraction of his
beautiful bright light
before the tunnel
goes dim
and everything is
quiet
and all that is left is a numbed pain
the kind of pain you feel
when your pupils
dilate
so fast
they hurt
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 11:01 PM UTC
A zip, a click and your little world is illuminated.
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 5:09 AM UTC
suddenly I'm able to see
everything. too much.
its all there. right
in front of me
everything is
elucidated
I just wish someone would
come back, and fog up these windows
I use for eyes and maybe
put back some of that
sweet mystery
into the world
I wish I was back in that
candy shop. When my only worriers
were the cavities that Dr. Patanaud
would discover
hiding in the dark crevices of
my mouth
But now, along with those cavities
in the deep and infinite caves
of my whole are secrets
that hurt more than cavities
that I wish my dentist could
fill. but he cannot
and so now, here
I am. with a
sore mouth. and sore
eyes. and sore
ears. sitting at the only
lit table in a romantically dark
room
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC