I hope your music can fill
The void in your chest
Where you told me your heart
Used to be
I hope it flows from your ears
Into your veins
Through your heart
To your brain and around again
Until your very footsteps
Pounding out the pavement
Seem to speak of its rhythm
I hope you tap out the rat tat ta
Of it's addictive beat
While you smoke in the streets
And that in the shapes you make
You see something that makes you happy
I hope all this happens
Because you once told me
Music always makes you happy
And I'm so sorry that I can't do that anymore.
Delusional Angel. by rociobelindamendez, literature
Literature
Delusional Angel.
Delusional Angel.
Twist my mind up, influence me.
It's all a dream darling, don't think it real.
We're just passing through; or is life passing through us?
Wrap yourself around me, love––
hold me through the storm.
Do you feel that beating, love?
––it's in sync with the universe.
Life is but a moment; surging through eternity.
This, right now is but a coinciding instant.
We have survived the world, lovely. Do you see it?
Remember me in the morning dear, tonight is absolute.
Pale pink lips and sweet bits.
Sketches and coffee spots.
Full moons and breaking points.
Vinyl vibes and genuine conversation.
Red wine and l
through the veil of fantasy by Ink-Singer, literature
Literature
through the veil of fantasy
where is the line
between fantasy
and reality?
I am not one to predict the intangible
but
I can feel its presence,
shimmering like a mirage
at the edge of my perception
in that moment before the sun truly sets
and the sky glows with dying light.
it likes to flit among the shadows
of fear and distress in my mind
when life throws curve balls
and I have extraordinary realizations
you know,
“out of body experience”
is not simply a phrase people like to use
in conversations about
“near death experiences”
it doesn’t last for as long as they say.
they’ve got it wrong.
it only lasts an instant:
a flash~
just l
a selfless smile
has always proven (to me) to be an expression
worn by those who hide
cracked bones
that are almost ready to give way,
those records of past wounds
that have never healed
(and will never heal)
but that same smile
has taught me so many things:
like how to truly empathize,
what it’s like to be selfless and sacrificial
and who the people are
that are actually worth knowing
those expressions
and realizations, too
have given me the determination
to move forward
maybe my latticed skin
my fractured skeleton
and patched-up heart will never again be as new
just like the bodies of my heroes won’t either
but still, you&rsq
How is it possible
that when we are together
everything else
seems to be so less necessary?
There is nothing I need
beyond this bed
when your figure is pressed against mine,
your hair
tickling against my cheek,
my lips
reintroducing themselves
to the back of your neck
as you sleep
in the snug grasp of my arms
that have never
held anything more desperately
than they hold you.
Your body
conforms to my own
and we fit
so perfectly together,
as though
we have always been meant
to find each other...
and I want to learn everything,
all of the details
that make you the wonder you are;
The way
you sing in the shower,
how your back arches
when you str