Clarity is read in the broken bone cracks
Sticking moans on memory backs
Obliged to incense instants of intent
Licking up thoughts, cleaning silent
I'll hear the knows, absorb my cores
Storing sores and hording lore
All candle wishes wisped on happiness,
The simple icing atop a denser dish

-Saw Tchaikovsky's 4th at "The Mann", ha. It's a "shell" theater that is open to the outdoors, hosting the greatest symphony orchestra in the world. During the symphony, it began thundering and lightning. Breathtaking.
-Saw Paprika (w/ medicinal supplements). Absolutely phenomenal. Inspired:

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He was on her mind. Her thumbs felt so ripe that her mouth watered to suck the green jade of fertility from them. Her crown swarmed with firefly moments, flickering her eyes into lightening chambers, nibbling on the nerves of her vertebrae. Hair whipped like sand storms, fingers dug into atmosphere like cake icing, and sugar lump hips shimmied ( Read more... )

The sound was three dimensional. I could walk on it as if I was strutting on the smoke-stacks of an ocean liner. It rose in a reversed waterfall, as thin as glass, and shimmered with sparkling colors of inky red, orange cream, and minty green. The night sky embodied these celestial Northern lights, and flattened, spiraling above me to resemble a ( Read more... )

The only clue as to this being true is Brandon's involvement in it. So I think this is the order of it ( Read more... )

Sticks and yarn, my wings are messy and grow fruit. Ghosts pass like the yellow streaks on the road, and as they go they throw a string. Spine scars from the ribbon wars. Love longs for the peace pie songs. Rosy hands grow petal pools that showcase the latest and farthest. Babies, you bake this blood so tired. Finger keys turn and skeleton ( Read more... )

Pink frilly umbrellas made of cotton candy twirl against my watercolor sky. I'm gonna dance until my socks turn into feathers. My mouth is gonna smile 'til I split like banana skin. Rooftop jumpin' and egg yolk burstin'. Deep eye diving when the earthy sphere inverts, but then mirror sky points to the watery heart and you know its gonna be ( Read more... )

The poetry of these small towns continue. The rain today was simply breathtaking. I didn't get to go to my hideaway, but I was able to sit out on the front porch with Holly and my book, umbrellad by the awning while we listened as the soft rain kissed the ground and pond across the way. I was so grateful, sitting there, watching the lawn shine ( Read more... )

Worked on this for over an hour, though it probably doesn't look like it. Just finished. I haven't drawn anything by myself in months, and I think I like black ink. Nymph helped me, of course. The photo came out weird. First time around the background was grey, and I had to choose between that or this skin color. I chose the skin color 'cause ( Read more... )

A second heart ( Read more... )