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sigourneysweave:

mrgolightly:

I’m emotional.

I know people say ‘this is so important’ a lot but this is REALLY IMPORTANT.

This video moved me.

Fuckt

'Twas but a dream,
So starts a fancy ramble
As I scramble to put pieces
Of the jigsaw together.
The edges collide in a hectic mashing
As hyperventilation hiccups
Interrupt the phrasing.
Pacing syllables in do or die moments
Resemble the aching and longing of
Far away places.
Sighs and goodbyes are the only things racing
As my heart stops.

For a second.
And I’m warped.

The swirling that fills my
Every.
Waking.
Moment.
implodes.

Here
I
am
Uuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnn
finite

It’s too much.

So, like the billowing of fresh sheets being spread on a bed, I smother my burning cosmos. I am wrapped. Swaddled and secure, I let loose the unexplainable grief and fear that stings with every bump-a-bump.
The tears edge in,
but this is life
and this is breath
and this is ache.

Fight off fancy,
And fortune will come 
In the squish
In the pull
And the salty fingers of the sea.
Trembles of silver ring 
In the shiver 
In the breath
And the quiver of the limb.
The gold youth rises
In the kiss
In the song
And the glimmering crown of the sun.

Fight off fancy,
And fortune will come
In the squish
In the pull
And the salty fingers of the sea.
Trembles of silver ring
In the shiver
In the breath
And the quiver of the limb.
The gold youth rises
In the kiss
In the song
And the glimmering crown of the sun.

Catcalls for cattails

The river speaks
In low river grumbles
As low as the rush
Of wind swept tree mumbles
And the sky streaks
As passerby cloud tumbles
And upon my tush
I sit in grassy brumbles.

White light

The demons crawl in
The battle begins
Find the white light
wherever it may be

Look up at the sky full of snow
Slowly, the little whites fall on my face
Let them gather.
Laying, they form the mountain of me
I am the white mountains
I am the one that can’t be moved
I am the crest that sees the trees upon my breast
In their white winter coats
And I will hold the dark demons at bay.

Through the night,
The sky holds all
Looking up,
I find my place between bright lights
I am the star
That radiates
I am the heat
That consumes

Demons be damned,
I will scratch and I will bite.

I am the seashell by the shore
I am the empty shell of days to come.

Won’t you hold me to your ear— hear my whispers of the ocean’s growing tide?
Won’t you blow into me— fill me with hot air for the trumpet sound?
Won’t you hold me— so tight that I shatter?
Won’t you cast me to the waves— feel the hair on your arm raise as the blows tear my edges away?
Sally, won’t you buy me?
Sally, won’t you sell me?

I am the carcass of things to be.

We will search the world over
In hopes of finding that one
To sit with us
At the quieting of day.

Crows

Three crows caw,
A dog barks,
A cat meows.

I wait for time to show.

One crow flies.
One crow flies.
One crow flies.

The cat meows,
The dog barks,
I caw.

Deformed and patient,
The beginning sets on the quest 
For the end 
For the kiss
For, in that moment, 
Night whispers sweet things of the dawns cracking,
The grass hums and trembles in rushes of joy at the curling breeze,
And light opens its hands, palms up, fingers splayed, offering entire worlds for the taking.

Beggars begin, times endure.

Deformed and patient,
The beginning sets on the quest
For the end
For the kiss
For, in that moment,
Night whispers sweet things of the dawns cracking,
The grass hums and trembles in rushes of joy at the curling breeze,
And light opens its hands, palms up, fingers splayed, offering entire worlds for the taking.

Beggars begin, times endure.

The wind rushing over treetops
Brushing rattles beat out the push
And a heavy dripdrip marks the mete
“Hush, hush, little child.
It is night.”

The wind rushing over treetops
Brushing rattles beat out the push
And a heavy dripdrip marks the mete
“Hush, hush, little child.
It is night.”