Drunk with melodrama
Of the in-betweens of
Fingers reaching out
To the sweetness
Of the nectar squeezed
Inside an Ixora
While in the garden
Smelling tulips
And white roses
Whispering giggles
Loud as the bees
Buzzing around
Tattle-tale
Were the nectar
That flew from petal
To sea,
As the clouds sang hymns
Gracefully from leaf to wind
Warm flesh, flushed lips
Careened to kiss
The earth that weeps,
The earth that sings
- puppetsteer | artreture
Growing spires of need
Great spikes through my back
I fall from my stance
Cracking spine cuts
Eggshell smashed
Tearing cotton
Hands and knees
I will crawl to you
With the thirst of the desert
Murky eyes lusting
For warmth
Heed the feather longing -
As I bask in teary whorls
My eyes break
The sun blinks
For a hundred hours
My shadow cracks the surface,
Come hide inside my throat
- loqui | artreture
Straight from a broken tool
I stepped on your page
Clutching the sheets
My palms fizz
Little hat upon daintiness
You are dead white
My thumb caresses your cheek
You fade faster - I foil
A celebration of gasps
Enter my throat
I woke up on our bed
I am drunk with wrongness
A cotton kiss
Is sober white
And empties my palm, calmly
A sudden flutter of disappearance
Into which we tread a sinkhole
Of lucky steps
And waltz the seashore
Where I assure you
All will be yours
I am the bear pressing paws
On small cassette tapes
Chewing and growling
The magnetic
The positive, negative
Filing arrows
Under fire
From the next room a thumping
Relentless as a tap drip
Not constant like a clock tick
But a dull beat numbed behind brick
A heartbeat as a murmur
The truth smoothed like a rumour
A slam-fucking of my neighbour?
Or the hard hammering of murder?
Drip, drip, drip
Went the loud sound from a sink
In this rush of blood and tears, I can’t think
My squinting eyes are crimson, refusing to blink
There was a final thud, heavy and dull
Thick and coarse yet scared was the wall
Was it a body that fell or just bodies in motion?
Bereft of sleep, my bed is as calm as a stormy ocean
Plant a wish on my hip bone
I promise you the bigger half,
I will sing each symphony I find
Winding in and out your laugh
Like the sheet music I see
Wrapped around your rib cage,
The masterpiece I feel
In the breath of every page.
Be that ethereal note
I never seem to get right
I will raise my voice as high as it goes
To linger in your light
More than you’ll ever fathom
Let me flow over the edges
Of your splintered melodies
To carefully nurse your scars
Who am I, but the hollow
That was left by incisions
Take this dance with me
Permit me to cruise into you
As the dark envelopes us
Feed my gentle fires
With your supple whispers
Let me wither with secrets of you
by: messagestothemoon and artreture
Let our compact mass collide
Into a region of space and time
Where, not even light can escape
Let our darkness assemble
Into a perfect black body
Within these sheets of outer space:
in the horizon of nothing, and no-one
A last chance at romance; a folly dance
The dice doesn’t know where to go
Space hasn’t grown, the room has stains
The skies are in a row with the dust
As two bodies emerge as one
The wind goes away, the sunset cries
Words go unheard, the flesh immerses
Turning both skins to stars and fire
by: h2theuskyhusky and artreture
And the moon tonight
Hangs above us bright
Casting shadows of
Lovers spell bound
You were fine as
This morning’s day dream
Elegant with the light
Dripping down your
Umbrella blue as the sea
I flourish and beam
With these toothpaste kisses
Tonight I am set on fire
Through this midnight dance
We drank from cups
That felt like smooth shells
On our yearning lips,
I look to the skies and they frothed
Like your favorite coffee
by: puppetpassenger and artreture
Anonymous asked: Eyes fall/ lashes against lashes/ Soft sighs under breaths/ Inhale, exhale/ Slowly, letting the world go/ Slipping through your pores/ And there's nothing holding you now/ Walk up to the edge/ Stand still/ Feel the wind against you hair/ & jump into that land of fantasy/ Where no fear holds you back/ No chains, no wings needed to fly/ Where you & me shall meet/ As we rest our eyes/ With a kiss of farewell/ For this night/ Goodnight, my love/ Sleep Tight <3
Holding the quiet room close
I feel home’s eyes on me
Am I breathing right?
The dance inside my soul
Feels like a spotlight;
I feel a little too warm.
Every whisper
From the sleepy sheets
And peeping windows;
Tap into our melodies,
Can you listen to us,
Can you hear the unison?
As the scares dissolve
Into the chimes of dreams
And pajamas of solitude,
There is nothing wrong…
I don’t know what this is
But will you let it hold us?
daylight fell quickly
victim to drunken mumbles
hazy translations evoke even more questions
a blank sheet of sky cries
foul while ink still drips from oily wings
presents from on high
daylight fell clumsily,
scraped knees are
elaborate lessons learned
dew drops of cloud sweet
plunge bitter needles
onto good bed sheets of autumn joy
someone has left a note
on a bed post
that crawls and whispers greedily
clumsy and sullen rays
of the sun and its children;
they echo, the world bleeds a little
(collab by:
whoartgos and
artreture)
The passage
Of the morning
Gave way and
Sang odes to the
Moon that it may
Show her beauty
Radiate on the fading
Atmosphere and join
Stars who have written
Themselves in Braille
That a blind man could
Reach out and narrate
Stories no man has yet heard
She goes go back to wintry November
To realize the relish she had set free
The breeze has retreated farther
Underneath quilts of deep gray,
Mr. Sun has slipped to slumber
Closing the eyes of the world
The fields are the fades seas
Syllable by syllable, weans
Trusting the eternal gaze
Monochromatic words
Lungs escaped from
A caper’s goodbye;
Give her a name
(collab by
puppetpassenger | remusaloy and
artreture)
P.S.- You guys have to follow him. I love his works. :-)
To him, I’m like a deck of cards
Which he picks up when he’s bored
Builds it up and crashes it down
Bets on it and plays around
Shows it off to his friends
But throws it in the corner when at home
Cuts it with a scissors when angry
He calls it being manly
A collection getting too old
At some point will be thrown or sold
She was more than just a swift hand
I felt her warmth as she held me
In pieces I was, yet I gave my all
To be the best game for her
Using my blood to shine
Even if I’d get home empty and used
All to see if there was a smile
Waiting to tuck me into bed
Worn out and weary, still use me;
For you I’d cut myself open
(collab by
500daysofart and
artreture)
The wind hummed as
It blew past my windows
And warm air entered
To fill the nearly empty room
Housing a bed barely used
No other light shined
But that of the rising sun
Entering through the crack
Between the curtains
Leading to the table I sat on
Staring at the empty screen
A piece of the sun
Landed on the ends of my hair
Pangs of hurt carefully trace
Scars on my woken temples
Time wore its best dress
To trample upon my dreams
I think I saw your shadow
Wave past Wednesday’s mirage
It led to a melody that broke me
Only to fix your dusty cracks
(collab by:
remusaloy and
artreture)
I see you behind those lights working the wheel
A shine burst asunder to stars as I focus
The stage would be nothing without you,
as many the pieces apart make the light a whole
An ocean comprising the copious fishes, whales, octopi
occupying the depths of blue-black space
All pixels flickering shimmering seas aglitter
to make up a picture
You scribble away
in sunshine the skies
Your fingers to blisters
and leave us your smiles
It reminds me of cheese and probably pie too
The way you wear your head, how your spectacles rest
Upon that thinking nose, it gives me shivers of delight;
Like an umbrella during a storm, you sheltered your greatness
A canvas of savage hue, with its intricacy in dissolving purpose
Bubbles pop and grow wings into the windowpane
With every brush, with every word
The wonderfulness grows louder
Utter more than a whisper
Blink more than just a thought
As I obsess over your lip-movements
I’ll hide your thoughts under my mat
(collab by
loqui and
artreture)
There was a flower in her hair, though it was dry,
And beneath her eyes spun tired hues of reds and blues;
The simplicity of her equity was a necessity-
Yet alone at night she would lay awake, with love at stake.
There are some things which we analyze, compartmentalize,
And this is one which was forgotten over time;
For when we are living our lives to the fullest,
It is those who are oldest with knowledge of life.
So when we sit here and waste away, made of clay,
There is only one cure for this mistake: run away;
For the day is chasing those who do not use their rights,
And what is given should be never cease being utilized.
Someone brought us into existence, and begged repentance,
Yet we stood at a distance and created sins;
There is this idea that we must pray to be okay,
Still I find beauty in the simple things you say
Tears from the sky fell on her dainty little head
Colors from all around swam excitedly across her blue veins;
Wishing for a sign, probably a divine intervention
There was none but the flutter of a butterfly
With its 12,000 eyes shifting in all directions
She felt the prick of thorns that every evening promised
Fragrant petals wore her porcelain skin and long silver hair
A chair rose from the murky grounds, a throne;
It welcomed our hesitance, it danced on her doubts
As the piano plays on, a devoted harp joins in along too
She eyes the cottony skies and witnesses the falling
Of forsaken angels, floating promises and glass
Yesterdays, tomorrows and right now were in perfect gray suits
As the lights from the forest exit their way
Into her blushing pulse they carved a little message:
Tonight you are not real, tonight you are so much more
Let your heart fly, tonight life dreams of you with its eyes open
(collab by:
viveremori and
artreture)
