night – Jordyn Saelor

Mannequin at Midnight

Wooden eyes don’t cry solid hearts don’t ache but I’m no mannequin without will to move my hands

It’s late, love, and I can’t sleep. I should sleep though, should go, the clock is ticking to tomorrow and I know the slow explosion of exhaustion will drag me down eventually. I mean, I’m sorry, I should sleep, should take myself down before the grenade does, but I can’t lie, tomorrow morning I’ll be pulling myself late out of bed either way. So I’m still awake.

Assassin/Candle Castle Crown

Buy my price, point my blade, Under cover of stars I Reap souls, steal them from the Night. — Take these coins, assassin–avenge my Home, my Isolated throne, thieves have Stolen all I own. — Claim me and I’ll cauterize these wicked villains, I’ll feed on your vengeance, Tell me, princess, will you–for queen andContinue reading “Assassin/Candle Castle Crown”

The clicking of the tock

The well in my heart leaks out salt wishes like this: despite my best attempts to never go back, my tears– like portals– open windows over cities and centuries and pour storms upon you to water your garden. *** A thematic part 1 buy me a pizza

Diasozo

(to carry through safely, preserve through danger) Danger inches and slithers on zealous omens, In the dusk night it cackles to the stars and the Alabaster moon playing easy on the eyes

Found this Song at 2 am

fun facts:

Do you sleep with the lantern on?

You write by lantern light late at night no clock to tell the time. — It’s so quiet, the buzzing in the walls has died. — the lamps across the street are on. So I think we will be okay, won’t be stranded on our remote-less island for too long. — Youtube addiction? Nah, it’sContinue reading “Do you sleep with the lantern on?”

Hallowmas

Más y Menos, los superheroes rapidos, are tired out today but you’re more tired out than they why don’t you want to play racin’ round the Christmas tree

Follow Me to the Hollow

Follow me to the hollow in the wood where we could talk until dawn. Run unto the sun inside our galaxy where we could be free. Chase me to the place under the sea, I ever ask you to be true. — Take me to the wilds, our picnic place on Pluto, the mushrooms inContinue reading “Follow Me to the Hollow”

Another For a Balm

Another night of feeling sad, another poem for a balm– like showering each day, I run these words as soap over the sorrow of my soul and the clean scent makes it all better for a little while. *** I’ve been listening to Kate Bush a lot recently, and this song has perfect winter vibes.Continue reading “Another For a Balm”