- Collective Writing -

I loved this thread. haven't seen another one like it, but if there is, please point me to it.

if not, here is my contribution;

coming up

so last night I sat on your bed nothing but moccasins and a headband on and I waited
I sat and looked west and upward, because direction is what makes us human, right?
and it was never exactly quiet because I drummed fingers on headboard and hummed pieces of mahler 9 and I waited
maybe once I fell a little asleep and dreamed of loving you and woke up sweating blood rushing
and I waited
there was a time when my body was my only instrument of trust
there was a time when my body was my only divination of truth
so I waited for the door to open and unsuspecting eyes to fall on incense-blurred curves and dimly lit skin
I never really studied the role of the temptress and I waited

you walked in and I never looked away
I have never seen anything quite like the way you looked at me last night
so inhale, eyes shut
we waited

 

You killed the Supreme God of my own disease. You created something other than ordinary. You are a fairy from my own skin. Don't dabble with me.

You may walk away for another day, but don't pretend to see why you try.

 

I love this thread... wish more people would contribute

I stand illumed, touched by the fairest light,
In this apotheosis of life, this eternal womb,
In this fabled land in which truth transcends sight.

Before me the world holds a violent pose,
And as the fields cover my empty tomb,
I stand illumed, touched by the fairest light.

The scarlet skies fuse with the seas of rose,
Tethered by an ascending placenta, a golden loom,
In this fabled land in which truth transcends sight.

Time closes and I am free as my mind grows,
For here I stand and whilst I stare upon my doom,
I stand illumed, touched by the fairest light.

All of is this beautified, devoid air sows,
And all of man these roses do consume,
In this fabled land in which truth transcends sight.

And now I seek the vacant shadows,
My fingers carrying the rose which did not bloom.
I stand illumed, touched by the fairest light,
In this fabled land in which truth transcends sight.

 

As Do You to Me

Your eyes house the burning, everlasting embers of love,
Whilst your sweet voice bears ‘semblance to the fabled dove.
Your skin is as the slick, worn rocks beneath the river waters,
Which murmur together, awakened by the soft eddy,
Whose mouth kisses the salty sea, as do you to me.

The moon bathes your skin on this night, even if she is but a crescent,
For her maimed touch is yet enough to illume those eyes, supplicant and latent.
The night caresses your skin as the littlest hours of the morning arrive,
And as the wind scurries between our bodies, forever ephemeral and free,
Who whispers lyricless words into our ears, as do you to me.

Time-torn leaves slip across the dewy grass and onto our feet,
Bringing to your eyes a fleeting laugh, and soon dying on that face so sweet.
As the pangs of separation dissolve with the world’s sorrows,
We lay beneath the star-scarred night, under the willow tree,
Whose arms wrap around our bodies, as do you to me.

When we awake in the morning and the sun ascends in the faraway,
I stare into your soul through your eyes and wish all days be as today.
And as we hold onto each other, all else melts and is lost in the glow,
Scorched by the sea of cinders that wreaths our haloed bodies, absolute in its entirety,
Complete in its absorption of my mind and body, as do you to me.

You stand before my eyes, the wind breathing into your gorgeous hair,
O, how I long to hold you for all of forever, mi Loquita, young and fair.
We stand like this as the world moves, but for us all of is has come to a still,
For in this moment, our hands clasped together, our bodies touching lightly,
Truth speaks solely to us, as do you to me.

 

Who shot biggie smalls, if we dont get them they gon get us all! - DP

 

amidst the chaos and broken ruins
stands a man, full from his doings
where peace and unity are born
atop the broken landscape
out of the ashes a kingdom born
already broken from it's misdeeds

upon the cold stream a flower blooms
sheltered in the shade where goodness looms
giving way to light and love
a way to presume
gently ripples flow down the stream
giving way to what life needs
nurturing the healing balm of peace
as gentle winds blow in from the east

 

I have a short (okay well it's gonna probably be around 10 pages) story I'm writing for my creative writing course...I'll try to remember to post it here when I'm finished - it's sci-fi but it is kind of interesting. inspired a bit by psychedelics

 

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Lsd is God in a bottle
And so are YOU