_Every night, the architects shape the dreams of the mortals, but when one architect falls for a dreamer, the boundaries between their worlds begin to blur…_
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Landscaping is extremely intimate. Anyone who tells you otherwise is lying!
Maybe it’s because I’m young, that I don’t have enough control over my patience. But you try spiriting away into someone’s dreams—a manifestation of th...
Young Victoria stood limply in the center of the onyx road, a huge bloody fissure pooling on her flushed knees.
It wasn’t anything unusual, though, not for her. Her body already began to crack years before she could even lift her wand.
_Mistake. Mistake. Mistake. _
Two chasms, charcoal black, ran jaggedly through her forearms until they reached her neck. _Lightning Veins_: a condition that ma...
Blair’s little coven
of wannabe witches:
potions of gnats and voodoo doll stitches.
At midnight they dance
then vanish to the stone well—
to convene their secret rite,
in susurrations laced with magicky spells…
_And, of course, they’re talking about you!_
When they come back,
You can feel their macabre little stares.
Don’t let them get to you!
You were meant to be here.
You await their ...
Miasma above will cling to our love.
Match each movement, am I _enough_?
Mesmerized by your sardonic eyes—
murky and mysterious—
_my demise_.
“Men will come and men will go,”
More I say, less I know.
Minds apart in a slicing flow,
Motion halts in a violent kiss,
My mantra is this:
Make me bleed… let it show.
Make me bleed…I won’t say ...
His laced boots were a deep tinge of dirt, stained by all the marshy mud they trudged through: battered leather that had lived a thousand years, walked a million miles—each marking an indelible testament to the worlds he had visited. They had crossed damp, weighty rainforests, sifted through endless deserts, scraped mountainsides, breezed through the windswept seas, and skipped by sequestered town...
My aureate arms
dance towards the seraphic night,
they’re illuminated by the blazing
* *. . * stars *. * . *
who shimmer and shine with resplendent light.
I land on one,
its fuzzy glow enveloping my skin,
a warmth deeper than fire’s breath,
tenderly turning my melted soul—
from the tortured tips of my toes
to my aching whole.
Life is so serene,
when I
_ drift_
...
Hush your words and extend your ears to the slicing susurrations of the most adeptly beautiful instrument.
Her lovely fine hairs cascade elegantly around her aureate body. When plucked, her strings can deliquesce anything into pure liquid gold.
Her saccharine voice is full of sweet whispers that sometimes crescendo into a staccato bite—sharp and sudden when elicited by passion.
But when cared f...
There the little hummingbird goes!
She flees, flies, floats, and flows!
Rapidly, resolutely going to where nobody knows.
The silky breeze glides to her rhythm.
The Sun graces the land with its vivid prism,
Flashing the bird’s myriad hues of eidetic, sapphire blues.
Skittishly soaring above the chaotic terrain,
She won’t wait for anyone nor refrain.
Stay out of her lane!...
