Tag: inspiration

but darling, i am
destined to destroy everything i touch,
and if i were a stronger soul,
i would tell you to get back,
to not run into the burning house,
to swim away from the riptide.
but, beloved, i cannot.
for i am a creature of abandonment,
and with your outstretched hand 
and smile to blind stars,
you are offering me
a life for more than just leaving.
and when you ask me
if your bleeding would make me stay,
home has never hurt so much.

I WILL STILL LEAVE // d.s. (via hecktors)

they say war is hell,
so peace should be holy
but darling, the only thing i ever held sacred
was your name in my mouth
they say do not take the lord’s name in vain,
so i muffle the sounds against your neck,
and hope the heavens are not listening

but if they could hear me, they would not begrudge me this (via scottsunmers)

you don’t know darkness unless it has consumed you, breathed you in until you were kissed raw and bloody. you can’t recognize it until it has taken you away from everything and everyone you have ever loved and cared about. it tends to be cruel, that’s why it is called terror by many. it tears you apart from the inside out – no one will ever notice. darkness is not so quickly overpowered by light. it takes time, that’s why it is so dangerous. once it has overpowered you there isn’t much you can do. of course, you can turn on the light and hope for the best. hope for the shimmers of gold to take over your skin and the feathers on your back to levitate you far away. but darkness is cruel. it will overpower. and you’ll be trapped alone as you bathe in the black water of your own wrath.

WRATH OF DARKNESS –l.h (via maisiewillaim)

i woke up choking on flowers.

i suppose it was only right, since i’d dreamt of you in a garden.
in it, you did not run from me
but towards. in it,
my skin did not rot in sunlight and i was not forced to hide it under the earth.

my tongue, let the gods know, it didn’t burn when we kissed.
and they knew we kissed like the world was crumbling at our feet, and they scowled at the blasphemy between our teeth.

You said, “Let them look,”
You said, “Let their eyes roll out of their sockets if it displeases them so.”
“Let their bodies fall limp above our heads.”

And they did, and it followed on screams, and soon we were swimming
in an ocean of divine
You lifted a God’s heart and took a bite.

but there is no water where the living can’t reach,
and i sank deep without your hand to hold.

i woke up alone,
my throat full of thorns.
red water leaked through the holes and i tried to catch it
but i couldn’t hold her in.

“trees grow from the love we bury”, from my many unfinished pieces. | Daniella Michalleni  (via daniellamichalleni)

you strip off my fairy wings
beneath a night-bitten moon,
breath like a forest fire,
kiss simmering into ashes
on my tongue. my glitter relocating,
finding homes under your fingertips,
twisted into your hair like smoke
or a child’s ghost. i never knew
something could cleave you in halves
before it began, never knew
love tasted like a blood sacrifice.
but you do. you with tsunami-fingers,
leaving casualties easy as footprints
in your wake. you with a tsunami-heart,
spiraling away. me with naught
but shredded fairy wings to bury
next to my heart in a shallow grave
marked with my name.

a.c. | check out my poetry chapbook unmythologize! (via inkmagician)