(via mydressmysail)
Two Pictures
A picture of you
Taking a picture
In my mind
The image as vivid
As the mingling tones of our skin
Our textures juxtaposed as we embrace
Moments before the laughing summer air
Was pierced by your hand,
Its camera and the resolving
Click
-Snapping me back.
The time now
Is unusually dark,
With only my silhouette
Haunting this setting,
Trying to recreate the picture;
My camera, failing again,
To capture the past.
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I JUST SPENT LIKE AN DHOUR OF MY LIFE ON THIS, GENIUS
^me too
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(Source: jasonwrestlessharks, via lonespartanwolf)
Adrenalin
(Flash fiction. Not a poem.)
* * *
I am running
Because I cannot believe my ears
I am running
Faster than the speed of my regret
I leave it behind
Are you really going to end up with him?
Not if I can help it.
You’ll have no choice but to love me
After I rip him to shreds.
You’ll have no choice but to love me
Over his body broken. Defeated. Dead.
The scenery blazes past me
But everything is too slow
But faster than I realize it
stops.
I see you.
The both of you:
Your eyes are gazing upon his.
Mine are bloodshot and wide open.
You are smiling at each other.
My teeth are clenched and bared.
He begins to tell you something.
My ears already know what it is.
Your thighs are close to each other.
My legs tense as they run faster than they ever did before.
Your fingers are intertwined, connected with his.
My right arm draws back, muscles rippling.
The knuckles of my right connect
To the back of his neck
(The vertebrae dislocate
their fragments sever
the nerves
and
the vertebral artery.)
I watch as he mouths his last words of red
his blood kisses you
all over your face (disgusting.)
his hands convulse as they hold tight yours
in a last desperate attempt at his goal
he kneels before you
but he will never see the end of it
For I am here to finish
what he tried to set out to do.
I kneel beside his writhing body
and wrench your hands from his (I win.)
I look into your blank, traumatized eyes
and speak.
“Will you marry me?”
The Departure
The wind whispers to me
Promises of freedom; As away from here
As the scents of spring and summer
That this selfsame wind has lured
Me to your palace of cascading leaves
Yet your now-fire trees hold no warmth.
This eccentric orchestra you conduct now
Chills through my spine to my very soul.
My slippers, my staff, and my robes
Have no hold over this place anymore;
And with this I must go.
Know this, however:
Henceforth shall my journey be a departure.
Your song shakes the bones of every step.
All I hear contain fragments of your chorus.
My voice twists in harmony to your refrain.
All my travels a homage to my farewell;
As cold as the memory of our august serenade
Taken by Emmanuel Coupe
“This image was taken in winter time in a arid area of the Canadian Rockies. Temperatures where below -30 degrees Celsius yet because there was no snow fall the surface of the lake was uncovered allowing me to see and capture the bubbles (gas release from lake bed) that were trapped in the frozen waters.”
