I tell you that emotions glitter like sunlight shattered by moving water, Making cheeks glisten damp with liquid soul. You tell you that’s ridiculous and smile, Making eyes sparkle alive with dancing fire. Prompt #1 by myscreamingtwenties.wordpress.com Advertisements
He knew it was only a matter of time before the sky fell. For weeks he’d noticed fractures forming across the otherwise faultless pallet of watery blue. It’s happened before, the sky falling. He watches the cracks spread, helpless from below. The sun’s light is refracted in deceiving ways, and most of the rays can’t … More The Sky is Falling
His hands are new to me, but I know them well. I’ve watched them pull pints, clean glass, polish brass. I’ve watched them write words, touch his lips, sit on hips, And now they’re on me. The fingers I’ve watched be districted now focus solely on me. They search me, like I had taken the … More His Hands
I have a habit, when I am alone, of making myself vulnerable. I exist on the brink of tears and my heart throbs with tender yearning as I absorb the beauty of other peoples’ artwork. Hard armour melts into soft blanket which slips away, leaving me exposed to the world. This experience is religious. The … More Vulnerable
Hang your wings by the door on your way in: You don’t need to be perfect here.
Feed my soul with the scraps of your existence, Don’t waste your valuable time on me.
There is no feeling so serene as being alone, with no unturned stone. You know this place completely.