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His Gweniverre Jun 2016
Your eyes push against the walls around me...
I hold still.....willing to let you in
But too scared to ask, I'm waiting
Always waiting
Amethyst and moldavite.
I need to run to save my walls
But I can't leave the floor.
Your eyes pin me there.
I want and I beg and I scream
Yet you retain control.
I'm looking for a reason to sink
But you made me want to fly.
Just promise if you put me in the air,
You won't let me hit the ground.
Don't help me heal if I'll just be ruined again.
Seline Mui Dec 2020
Green beautiful glimmers
The whole way down smooth crackle foundation
Love on the rising vibrating me outwards
The universe takes a hold and sings the song of creation
Caressing me in a beautiful love song
Crystals energized with forest green,luminescent yellow fading into a stream of mirrors, reflecting
Bring me life and strength
Trusting the love, my protector, my ancestor
Tinted blue smooth skin cold to the touch
Silver long striking hair branding infinity into my memory, my film that is me.
The infinite being that was created to see
All the love and light that has guided
My path into security,
Screaming “love” down the tunnel and hearing my heartbeat pulsing against the beautiful sunset of a curious night.
bobby burns Jan 2014
(i am my only captor)

i've missed possibility
and the 3.15 to ecuador
won't quit its wreckage
nor its descent, a mist,
wistful through glass
i'd rather shatter
in a fit of impulse
in a fit of anything
in the fit of a blue bottle in your hand
or mine (either way i'd feel concussive)
and the fit of a moldavite splinter
in the palm of the kneeling woman
accepting your absinthe-stilled rage
so her little ones' heels wouldn't

and every time you walk through my door
i'm tempted to say welcome home,
but the way you hit the pillow at night
itches my fingers to report abuse
and none is meted but to you,

so i write my greatest love-letter
upon your thoracic vertebrae
and whisper security through
your cell window pajamas,
and wait 'til hours before
first light to do it all again
when you wake.
Dre G Sep 2013
where is the cadence moving?
is it towards jesus christ?
is it towards a shining *****?
is it foreword?

how does anything happen
linear? how does anything happen
spherical? remember that time
when devin townsend masturbated me
with his guitar pick?

i'll tell you about this plum:

when albert hofmann gave me the
gift seven lifetimes ago, he created
a radioactive island. it needs no aid,
it sees no faces, it survives auto
trophically on moldavite &moonbeams;.
Eli Mar 17
I know better than to pray for you.
Wind knocks down every streetlamp of this twilight boulevard.
Muddied moss dirties the weathering walls of this snowy burial.
Feathered blue light can hardly seep in through the white drapes,
Casting our black silhouettes in several different directions.
Red liquid bleeds out of my carved open heart.
"You are safe, right?"

I wonder what your comfort would feel like,
Wistfully searching for life within an empty void.
Moldavite chandeliers fall from the ceiling and shatters around me.
Falling down to my knees helplessly before you,
Crystals catch and refract the light as they bob off my eyelashes.
Reaching out in vain, my fingertips can only brush the edge of this boundary.
You have to understand, i want to talk to you.

I flick the lights but it only makes the darkness glow,
What kind of blade do i need to cut through and reach you?
Miracles are only within reach when i'm unconscious,
Fueled by the fragments of our memories that coat the corners of my mind with ink.
Can't you see that i don't want to do this?
Rocking myself in the darkness, waiting for you to realize.
You have to feel it too, please tell me you feel it too.

I wish my feelings could reach you.
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