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Burning Scarlet (A Collab with Needless-Verbosity)

Side note: Lovely. 

matt-is-just-around-the-corner:

We would carve blazing trails
into the clouds as we soar
to sail among the stars, burning
scarlet passion into the orange 
glow of heaven’s sunset;
if she would let us be. 

Would she join me in bringing colour 
to the pale-faced moon, and set the
night ablaze lost in a lover’s haze? 

and would she hold me close?
pressing her breath against
my body, exhaling the cosmos
to my skin—

maybe then will I be stellar,
incandescent enough to
be an envy among celestial
souls.

and would she kiss me?
maybe then I will see the universe
beyond the vision
of my own human eyes—

as we float in 
the vastness
of space,
of nothing. 

_______________________________

A collaboration between 
matt-is-just-around-the-corner ( Italics)
&
needless-verbosity (Normal Font)


 

Side note: This is hauntingly beautiful, really love this!

thegirlwithyellowhair:

yellow spirals flow, ebbing
into each cell as your eyes
fill up wide. dilate as your
mind blinks, every pulse
beating in your throat,

swallow with caffeine. swallow.
with ethanol coloured with
caffeine. caffeine.

there are drums in your
fingers, pianos in your
heart, feel the crescendo;

wolves are following and
suddenly, you’re a piper.
a fanatic, frantic.

lay down, the clouds are
heavy and I’m drowning
in the rain.

Collaboration: Enlightenment

Note: Ensconce.. simplistic rubix cube? MIND BLOWN.

capt-beastmodeactivated:

We are getting ready
for a time of coldness.
Head too full of
pronouns and counterpins,
I sweat the llama sweat
of the 21st century.

Perky pours
Send white flags
On stiff zebra arm hairs

It will be okay to be
hebetudinous
With sharp tongue
Thunder clouds still
give love letters.


Ensconce the mug of imminence
whence your floor-like breasts
make camp on the northern drone
of focus.

Every bog, a chapter
in our restitution of pain.


With a simplistic rubix cube
shaped brow.

Hold the cream, tea pot.

Using both stigmata induced paws
Dash with tallies
Read carefully but never trust
malodorous eyes
Nor arousing color.
Cave man


l’amour already in opposition to life
primal scream like Marilyn
or Capitalism.
Weak pleasures slowly pass
like fangs.
We turn into radiators
next to the condomble.


Seek ye
Bashful pieces of washed paper .
Leaf of a leaf
Poetry’s community
Enriched by the narcissism
Shadow fort
Court raised on Apple turnover
Now in the garbage can Tuesdays.
I am sorry, three whole outlet.

I could hardly count to two.

_____________________________________________________

UutPoetry in Italics
Capt-BeastModeActivated in normal text

Here Is Ours

Side note: There are so many beautiful sentences in this that I honestly can’t pick just one to mention. 

deadfiction:

Here is our love story - pages torn from withered journals, and held up to the sky, because the only ink that will ever taste as sweet as your tongue will have to come from the sun. It’s rays are your locks of hair, with moon dust shining highlights into the curls that cling to your cheekbones.  I wrapped my veins around you like thread, a crimson chain bound by our breath - not even death could tear us apart. Skin so dark I saw our future which knew no bounds. Those eyes told me the pain of our time when we were away, in this ocean of the past. Kissing in the rivers of God I only touched what I could and hid you away. 

I took off my skin and showed you my soul. The part which had not been tainted by the reality of men. Bone dust came off the blood that had been starved from your oxygen. It told the story of how much my heart bled for you, yearned for you. Those lips that were so sweet, bringing peace in this organ that had long since failed. Only you could revive what was once gone, in this reign of love I touched you. 

I dug a hole where everything that was me could go. I carve out my eyes so I could be blind to the truth. Stitched my mouth so I can never speak a word. I went inside my grave and I found the monster under my bed. He told me we never touched only in our minds. I cried from black holes that were left, no one saw the beauty like you did. I wonder why this love story ended. I hunger to taste a glimpse of what is left. Weave cliches into your corpse. Something that is uniquely you.

Here is our love story - our corpses intertwined with that journal that you never burned because it was the only memory that would be able to contain us.

Regular by deadfiction, italics by skysaredoorwayshome  

Side note: This is gorgeous!

thegirlwithyellowhair:

i’ll hold onto you until time changes and freezes, cluttering my irises and painting tears in the corners of my lashes with acid rain. watch the dark erode the lengths of time. watch the dark corrode the distance between us, until i am picturing your arms locked around my waist, your forehead with mine. molten, we disintegrate and stare at the stars pleading with the gods to paint us into their universe because i don’t believe we could ever live without one another. 

moonlight

Side Note: Can relate to this so much.

irrelevanceisbliss:

Words are blank
as thoughts are bleak
the moon so large
it leaves these streaks
within my eyes
of longing for skies
we used to watch
together.

                                                                          Instead
                                                                          I stare
                                                                          alone.