Them: but why are you so angry?
Me: *starts hissing*
Fuck it. I’m making pasta.
"What do you mean, "How do I know everyone?" We all went to Twitter together."
summoned by the sight of your signature saved by the sound of your song
summoned
with you
i’d be a shape shifter
constantly becoming another goddess you can’t resist
of course you keep up with me easily
and shift to the perfect form to compliment me
yet it’s still me it’s still you it’s still us
with you
i’d create fireworks from my emotions and watch them dance across the sky
i’d write you love letters from the moon hoping to catch your interest
enough to want to be mine
listening to dictations
instructions from the foundations
ancient revelations
of infinite creations
spanning all the lunations
from multiple locations
featuring your favorite temptations
black cats and surprises eclipses and beautiful sunrises
kiss me under midnight rainbows and circumstellar halos
deciphering the secret language of thunder and lightning
wind and rain
can’t you see i said it all right there in rainbows and lights
planting phrases of beauty willing to bloom
mutable like the earth after a heavy rain
i wished for you before i even knew you existed
whispers of the universe spilling across the rainbow sky of dawn
Use the term “touch grass” to indicate that someone needs to seek out reality, use the term “touch moss” to indicate that they need to seek out ancient forest magic beyond their mortal comprehension.
filled with galaxies in her eyes and midnight sunrises sparkling rainbow skies
in the language of lulubies and lavenders lies
forgotten forests
sublime sanctuaries of poppies
dancing among
fairy rings of forget me nots
watching the full moon scatter glittering dust
over the earth
like manna from
heaven
so are you just another storyline for my mind
refined tales of a love divined
illusions we custom design with your hand in mine
casting spells across time
the way the mystery speaks in monumental moments
I have lived with several Zen masters -- all of them cats.
Eckhart Tolle
the sky bleeds colors as the sun slowly sinks blow the horizon
deep blues of desperate want
and noctilucent need
pleading in pale pinks
smudged across shade
and turquoise tears
calling out in crimson
admist groveling greens
are we just orphans now
the ones no one wanted enough to take care of
the ones they only wanted when there was something in it for them
where you tend a rose
