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The Girl Lost in Diamonds

The warmth of your hand in mine,A crystalized moment,I want to stay foreverIn your dazzling coolness,Blinded by the sparkling waves,A happy hysteria,I’d be glad to lose my mindIf it meant I could be lost in you. Uneven breathing,Traveling eyes,So many things I want to describe,But left speechless by the sublime. Cut me with your edges,AContinue reading “The Girl Lost in Diamonds”

Chaos?

The early evening sun casts sepia tone hues across the sky. A poisonous yellow haze settles over the tree line. She has learned that this signifies an ugly storm is brewing, perhaps disastrous. But her eyelids are heavy and it’s taxing to feign interest for more than 5 minutes. All this sadness has made herContinue reading “Chaos?”

I Love You, Bo Burnham

The power of a free-fall,Gravity against meHarsh pressure rattling my bones,Is it breathless excitement,Or have you stolen the air from my lungs?More pain than anticipation. A cascade of tears fall to the floorA once precious resource,Not worth so much anymore.The years have carved rivers in our cheeks,Exploitation left us naked,Nothing left to explore. But ifContinue reading “I Love You, Bo Burnham”

A Daydream

Sometimes I feel like the main character in a Taylor Swift song. When I think of you — of us — I picture us slow dancing, barefoot in the living room. I’m wearing something flowey that sweeps the ground when you twirl me around. Sometimes you are in a suit and tie, other times you’reContinue reading “A Daydream”

Glass Heart

A secret not so closely guarded. A heart of glass shattered most days, in small ways. A passing comment or random choke in the throat? Chip, chip, chip away. Take it all! I don’t want it anymore. Get up, glue it together, rudimentary. Set yourself back. On your heels, better than on your toes, right?Continue reading “Glass Heart”

Noir

Maybe it’s just because it’s storming outside as I’m writing this, but I was just thinking, it would be so cool to star in my own noir detective story. You know, the black-and-white TV shows/movies. The detective is the last one at the precinct, working into the late hours as he/she/they try to piece togetherContinue reading “Noir”

The Dragon that Swallows Fire

I breathe in hot embers,It’s like a firework has explodedIn my chest,But instead of beauty,I find destruction there.The sudden burst of warmthFades to a chillI can’t quite describe,It’s as if something wasThere,And will never be,There again.The unease of emptiness,The apprehension toward change,I want to be the DragonThat swallows fire!Absorbs its harrowing nature,And reforms it,Makes itContinue reading “The Dragon that Swallows Fire”