I just got the sadness shivers, a bird flock fleeing from my ribs, it’s almost like my bones know what my heart’s getting into, how my tears seek to swim like oceans and floors are synonyms — all the sounds of a skin assail me, I mean “sounds” the way vibrations bong ear drums andContinue reading “Stay with Me”
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The Sand Witch’s Familiar/Croissant Crab
This witch lives in a castle just above the tideline, the sun rises from the yeast and wakes her crusty eyes. She goes out, collecting jellyfish for breakfast, tuna for lunch, but most of the morning she loafs around with Crissy the croissant crab, her best friend and familiar. Sammy the sand witch and CrissyContinue reading “The Sand Witch’s Familiar/Croissant Crab”
What Mere Magic Is This?
The title for this song came about when I was listening to the last 2 minutes or so and the different sections fit together in an unexpected way, and my reaction was
Cloud Nine/Cyclic
Rains fall to seas, sink thousand years to deepest reef, then dance up to sky. *** Ps, Cloud Nine and Cyclic are only 2 possible themes of this haiku. Buy me a pizza
Mannequin at Midnight
Wooden eyes don’t cry solid hearts don’t ache but I’m no mannequin without will to move my hands
To the ones who lost their PhD in innocence
This tale ain’t here to entertain your intellect, boy, pickin’ at a calico’s cuticle misses the whole cat, and those verbose vocabularies aren’t an art like you think they oughta be; it is in the interest of the living to wax wiser than the weak but I’m weary
I don’t have a poem today
Because I’ve spent the whole day posting stories here https://www.wattpad.com/user/blackviolettwilight
Staphylococcusaurus
Pure animal soul: staphylococcusaurus, Tall and infectious.
Whence the Waters Wailed
Flighty fingers hold the key to the pit in my gut where I bottle all my resentment. You know what you said, bedhead, but I pretended
Blur these Edges
Survival in the prison of my body: this bed my altar, sleep my sacrifice, eyes aching one of three ways, but if we’re being honest the third is just an intersection of the other two, tears plus sleeplessness featuring dull ache, day twenty three. — Survival in the prison of my body: a mind goesContinue reading “Blur these Edges”
Jordyn Saelor 