The Dreaming Corner ~ vol. 01

<da:thumb id="501673592"/> if I could go back in timeit all started with a hello that
came fl-fl-flittering from
my quivering, adolescent lips
and then we
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         b
            l
              e
                 d
into a hypersonic
oblivion were me melted together
in a symphonic mix
of words and the distilled
inks of dead poets.
we g r e w and glowed
and slowly we (I)
fell deeper into
uncharted waters that
made my bones grow cold
and my heart
drown with antic-
-pation.
when you offered to
show me the very galaxies that
swirled in my faltering irises,
when you splayed
your fingers against
my spine and urged me
toward the dancing
constellations
with your soft willow-whispers
against my foolish ears
I…
I…
I…
panicked
scared, I dashed away
like a frightened
lamb in the eyes
of God,
leaving your arms
empty and
quaking
while my heart
screamed bloody
murder from within
my rusted prison
r the destiny of fate and timesoul to soul;
      red ribbon of fate
            why couldn't you have thrown her
  in the irish wind
           back then
     instead of so late --
heart to heart;
        silver string of time
              why wouldn't you bring them together
    when they called out
             looking for their soulmates
        and the one they could call 'mine' --
eye to eye;
        golden weave of destiny
                   why would you wait so long
              to have them now
       be loved by the other when
                they have known, for so long, with such clarity - Moon Shardsabove spiderweb icicles
I hang colored glass shards--
a rainbow of moons
With Rain on our TonguesI have been walking our oceans again,
having held on forever to the hope of knowing
the dialogue of the tides.
The clouds never spoke pounding melodies,
only echoes into the nothing.
The stars whispered a lie that tells the truth:
You waited, praying to fireflies, and
I wanted to be someone else.
You're never touching anything,
singing me oblivion and creating destiny
with a void dance and erotic spills:
eloquent tradition like petals and leaves. The way we do in dreamsI'll climb the highest mountain's crown
in both the sun and moonlight's beams;
I'll reach as far as I believe
and live the way we do in dreams.
No Earthly bonds will tie me down,
no words will bend or break me,
for we can be as fantasies:
Let's love the way we do in dreams ElectricMy touch is electric to her sensitive body.
I run my finger along her collar bone,
she breathes heavy on my hand.
I caress her neck,
her breath catches.
I kiss her,
jolts of pleasure coursing through.
I pulse at every lip bite.
We spark at the touch.

<da:thumb id="400313775"/><da:thumb id="399730478"/> AnaphoraI am from unanswered letters and retro postcards tucked into a hollow book. I am from clacking copy machines beaming white light and stagnant, chalky air. I am from soundproof recording rooms. I am from oven-baked toast dusted with cinnamon; from bergamot and earl grey; from German chocolate that I never eat. I am from dead leaves on campus walks and words of encouragement given on the corner of “you deserve it” and “I’m proud of you.” I am from stained dry-erase boards. I am from mountains of colors and valleys of fog. I am from strands of unworn necklaces and earrings I’m allergic to and rings too small for my fingers. I am from blue ink splotches on essays. I am from unstable brick pathways; broken elevators; distant parking lots; clouded windows. I am from frantic typing and nearly-missed deadlines. The Way I See ItBeyond the train window,
vague impressions of buildings
fly past,
but they might as well be
mountains in Colorado.
 
I can see Christmas lights
best when they’re tangled;
they’re like fireflies,
glittering
in all their splendor.
 
A silhouette
is all I need to know
about a person;
I see no blemishes.
I’ve always wondered
why height, weight,
skin color,
or disfigurement
ever mattered to anyone.
We are
perfect
in our imperfections.
 
You see,
you may see the forest
for the trees,
but I see it
inches at a time,
and though I sometimes
mourn my loss of sight,
I find the world is
wondrous
the way I see it.
NightfallAnd the sun crackles
the horizon into dust
while the moon glides
slyly forward to
taste the faded daylight. i want to remember what love songs feel likevalentine,
i will break you.
you will be silent witness
to the way my heart swings
back and forth, back and forth,
like a grandfather clock
keeping time
to the bombs i planted in my fingertips,
everyone i touch gets hurt.
this way, i have excuses not to get close to people.
valentine,
though i can see me breaking all vows for you;
children i never meant to have,
a life i would not have imagined for myself;
sometimes you make me feel like
a caged predator.
all the anger i've learned,
all the fight i hold buried in my throat,
becomes useless.
i become helpless.
valentine,
i broke you broke me broke up,
kissed him a week later.
i am not sorry. DefenseReality lulled spirit, until dreams awoke.

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