gentled and hungry and hopeful
eyes reach
up
to touch
the cold
dark wonder of the night.
a soul
unfettered, lifts
up on the wisps of
a falling star.
and now
a miracle erupts
like a smile unexpected,
and
we begin,
you and I,
to play once again,
warmed
by our starfire.
Author: nomisyar
I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
Twilight
not so sweet
surrender
into a future
long presumed, yet
still
unexpected.
oblivion calls, and
love
beckons me close.
I long
to be near
again.
delusion
so many secrets stalled
behind serene colored eyes.
courting the unexpected
erupting from within.
a swirling effervescence
veils mystery and intrigue.
mounting fascination,
tempered by increased anticipation,
crushed so quickly,
by some basic ass shit.
and so I move on,
again.
yet,
hope builds once more
Memory
silent
joy thunders
within,
something familiar and
fresh.
something
new
falling
so deep
into the heart of me,
I rise, again so
triumphant, and cool.
razzmatazz'in
like how we do;
shining dark ain't
nothing new.
love leaps, and
words skip,
and the sky
crumbles again,
into heaven.
Prescient
all unawares, a moment slips deep inside... a brief spark of pleasure long forgotten. that first brush of your lips against mine; your body crushed so close to my soul. a memory of what is yet to be feels so real deep in the heart of me. для Нина
yearning
silence
lifts soberly through this long dark night.
the quiet within
crescendos with loss.
yet,
in this mad symphony,
a fugue of hope draws close:
a slip of wind here,
tugs tight at the door-
a sprat of rain there,
slaps gentle to the ground.
Dear Tempest, I see you, so
do come quick,
and howl away this calm
with fury
& audacity, and
what needs yet be done.
shelter
a flame
fumbles for purchase
amidst this wild tumultuous
rush of desire,
yet calms
these quivering lips,
so damp with expectation.
what
danger leads you back into these arms?
what
pleasures shall we feast upon?
how
long till fear sends you running hence,
like it did before?
I care not for answers,
nor for fire
nor rain.
I need not know from whence,
or why you came.
I need only to know
the freedom found
in giving once again.
So give it here...
and then let's do it again.
let's give it like we used to,
slipping through time without end.
luvstorm
a tempest builds.
until,
rain slips
sweetly
‘tween
the howling whispers
of the wind,
seeking the warm embrace
of what lies beneath.
and night falls
again,
whispering love stories through the leaves.
calling gently
to you,
and
to
me.
come,
let us feel once more
like we did.
Where Brooklyn at?
so many faces but,
none
of them mine.
so many beats,
yet none break
my spine
where is BK at?
where is the love?
where is me?
and you, who I love?
it’s a Weeknd brunch,
without the waffles
or chicken either.
it’s a deluge
of sorrow
and guilt,
that just
ain’t
mine.
so tell me…
where
is
the love?
I said clap yo hands everybody
Clap yo hands,
and say naw.
i saw you
hiding behind the shadow of yourself,
and I cried, hoping
my soft tears
might rip you from your reality.
But
Here
You
Are,
waiting
for what will
not come.
I miss you,
the you who heard,
and danced
to the wind's song...
the you,
who hear my own song.
the you who dream.
so....I miss you.
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