#prelude
Sunrise: /
Morning time, after a turbulent night, /
Awaited /
The daylight, /
For the dawn to arise. /
In the rays /
Of the sunshine: /
I feel so alive, /
I feel so alive, /
I feel so alive. /
Sunshine, /
For the sunshine, /
Give me /
Wings of Dawn /
To spread my wings & fly. /
(—Se’ lah)
03-11-2026
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 4:08 PM UTC
October falls like blood pressure
on scalding dead sea afternoons
making driftwood of bodies
and all struggle futile.
This is the amber blaze;
the penetrating hues of oranges and yellows
blurring to bright white noise against
the barking of trees stripped bare
to the cacophonous scent of feathers and fire.
The autumn sky hauls tight its purse strings,
drawing night in, wrapped tight like winter coats
cumbersome and confining – in decline.
The equilibrium tipped by a bandit callous and howling -
piercing pitch shattering prism till colours fall away like raindrops
and life turns back to black.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 6:26 PM UTC
Language ends here -
in the hazel of her,
in uncountable sleeps,
in a bundling of sun,
in a resonance,
a stray violin.
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 8:26 AM UTC
“so, did you say it?”
“what?”
“you know what.”
“......”
“the butterflies in my stomach; they flutter when i attempt to.”
“so don’t let them turn into moths. they’d only swarm and rattle more cages.”
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 10:47 AM UTC
Factions dance blade
to grindstone
(action)
Scholars scratch pen
to paper
(action)
Thinkers mash pride
to danger
(inaction)
What have I done?
Oh, I've lived
Meaningless & Ill
Longer than expected
What all have I done?
Eagerly
Ejected myself
From womb, to wooden womb
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 11:05 PM UTC
to wait for a prelude from fate
his words and minutes
wait for his gold rings
wait for his hand and hands
absolutely my silence
destroyed the silence
quite my conversations
destroyed conversations
and the day passes by white
white as a sunny day
destiny destroys and regimes
edit me like my novel
today traffic lights were on fire
or not burned
because who knows what is burning
can something that does not burn
and there is a true glow
and the moon is the moon
and the moon is constantly in the sky
although the sky and its light is not there
like the light itself
Like the fate itself and her hands
Like her silence and silence
gold rings
snow on the street
falling clouds
I'm again in my dreams
about kisses
about past
which have long since passed from me
and maybe they were not at all
because everything is in my head
and the future and past and present
which is also not
it's all in my head
but I know why the past
all the same there is
we believe in him
and we can not doubt
that's why the future
all the time changing and moving
to wait for foretaste of fortune
fate that will soon break me
which will soon play a funeral march
which goes every day
every day we lead birth and death
We die every day and are born
because all that around is
it's a dream in a dream
and endless dreams
which will never end
an eternal chain that can not be broken
we die the sleep fades
but a new
and all new and new new and new
then I'm a woman then I'm a man
all in a flash in one minute
fate is ruling my rings
my gold rings
light
which do not exist
21.07.18
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 5:39 AM UTC
Without sinking through the spheres. Hymns betting, still hands crisp under the wings. The wind slumbering, stays in the dark spaces. Eleven invisible pages, over. Any other name- Lux Arabesque, Uuqui Haratas, Preset: 117, and the foil.
The mirrored valley’s strangest flora, sifts the decorated thriving trails. Then it can all become an infinite weave in this world where lazy whistling sand dunes beyond, claim the rights to a juried Spring. Then somehow it may recant this glorious history we’ve only barely known. The potent eyes starved by madness, waxes seas and radio fields, slimming the loops that rip into hinges and dispel a tryst.
Toward Earth’s serene prelude, this pageantry of standard masks make ascending towers just and stately. Then come the planets we’ve always loved: Mars, Neptune, and Jupiter too. Barefoot and staggering through the modern coolness of a colossal spring, aching mental itching grows. Until the fruits have fallen into the cloven shadows. Until buried stones alit with day consecrate these omens and conceive such lucid strings to break these quiet thieves into song.
Then the diary belies this affair. The steins upset the tales where pungent fleshy working minds coalesce. Observe the horses play in their endings, upon the wild mountain rivers where felling human eyes wander amidst these cleaved and sun-drenched desert mounds.
Pt. II
In origins uplifting diets foretell the escaped seams of darkness whose lofty tongues of nature’s prose lift the veiled hours’ wraith. Never pressing bells nor raked by shivers, it occurs swiftly should the marbled rushing master call. Above the sound of narrow whispers, comes the wishing hands to shout.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 2:28 PM UTC
Your eyes like unlocked windows
Open, curtains battered in wind
Body still like shattered wills
Of hopes you thought not see again
But I lay here in below
Peering up from underneath
I scratch the shadow sew
And sear the towers keep
My love I swear to reach you
To your heart I'll be the rhyne
So consider this a prelude
To the rest of all of time
I am the Gale.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 2:29 PM UTC
Within us all is a bright bright star
And dust within the rose.
How well versed you are in the
language of flowers.
For the passion of your heart
sees the all roses without
their thorny shields.
And let the fragrance dance around
your hand and neck.
And in your ear, the song of the three...
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 4:47 AM UTC
O don't forget my eyes
These pearls within my head
The wind in my last breath
Draws tears I dare not shed
O don't forget my eyes
Your face fades in the light
I fought so hard for you
My gift is this last sight
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 5:39 PM UTC
I have shed layers underneath layers of hiding
To give you my undoing.
I have saved myself for you to witness this.
I have been waiting to bare my truths, no more than once,
But just for you.
I have been saving my yes… for you.
And locking away my vulnerable for the man who would not destroy me in it.
It is your lips, your hands, and your body letting down its bullet proof.
There are no walls here,
No mountains to separate my hands
From your back, your lips, your chest,
All skin, on skin, on skin.
I have been building on my freedom,
And I am here now
Ready now… to revel in it,
With you.
Only you.
Always you.
I trust you not to ruin me,
But do not be scared to break me… down in this room,
Break down in this room
Let go inside me,
Fall slowly beside me.
I am no judge
There are no rules.
My body was crafted with you in mind,
Your hands were skilled in prelude to my pleasure.
There is no stopping here,
No moving too fast,
No going to slow.
I am meant for you, now.
You are safe in me.
Say the word,
Say it,
We can die a million times together here in this room.
-Indigo Morrison
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
Reckless cloudbursts
rippling reverberations-
Her harmonic ensemble
hits a deafening crescendo:
taunts my senses, paralysed;
haunts my spirit, petrified.
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 5:40 AM UTC