harpsichord is such a beautiful word! I really like the way you've used the word 'crumbled' with the image of birds--it's absolutely delicious and evocative, mhm.
(is the entire project going to be linked to disenchantment/does that make it a saga of sorts? o:)
@Pompadour I'm glad you liked it! I like harpsichord too, and use it a lot when searching for an instrument. (Don't be surprised is it crops up again!) It may be some sort of saga, although I'm not sure exactly how connected these are all going to be. They connect better in my head, I think.
Come, sit on the rooftop with me And watch the stars fall There's fire in the skies tonight I've front row tickets for the end As the world goes supernova
The flames light our faces White like floating ash on the wind All we love goes to pieces That come to rest in our memories
We hold each other close In the face of death And the shingles underfoot fall away We close our eyes and see green Like a Phoenix the world will rise From the fire and ashes
The tears cut burning trails in the sand I can no longer tell if they're mine or yours Lying on the borderline My seaweed summer dress twists into the ocean I was created from water To quench my fiery soul And my fingers find the strings I missed I hold them quivering in my hands As if they might flee from my wrath in the night If the notes elude me again, I will reignite in ferocity I wait for the tide to come in and cover our heads For it is when we are together That we are most alone
I looked at you today The moonlight reflected in your eyes But your face was illuminated By phone glow and city lights Because you weren't looking back at me
The simple backyard rocking chairs Held no more wonder for you Being with me and the night sky Wasn't enough to make you happy You would rather be alone In a hotel room than here. It was then that I realized: I am in love with your memory.
Standing alone on the dance floor She's wrapped in starlight The sun is her crown jewel She dances with the ghosts of the past To the music of a memory long ago The darkness is her spotlight tonight
Her silence mask her pain As she slowly pirouettes And twirls to fling off the shadows Of what happened long ago, in another time
But when the streetlight flickers to life It's not a dance flor but the street And she fades, just a bit, where the light touches So that even now, I'm not sure She wasn't a ghost as well.
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05:00 Time to start up my day Don't forget to eat Sometime I don't remember You need food to live 07:30 Time to get to school I know my grades Are if the utmost importance But no one told me why 12:00 Break for lunch Eat whether I'm hungry or not I ask the daily questions of my friends The answers are always the same 14:00 Going home now My backpack feels heavier now But not physically; few understand The routine flies into pieces 18:00 Eat dinner, play piano Don't forget to enjoy yourself Try not to think about how circadian Your days have become 21:00 Get to bed now Don't be late, your sleep is important Ensuring maximum performance I hope everything's done for school 05:00 Wind up the gears Start the automaton day again The same schedule programmed For life, if you consider this living.
You didn't tell me That when I stepped into the ocean, I would be swept away
My toes dissolve into salt and sand And mussels cling to my legs I slowly sit, then lie down underwater Looking up The sunlight filters through the waves
Fish swim through the hollows Of my silent rib cage My heart pulsing with the tides As pearls slowly form In the curves of my open palms
My hair grows to be dark green And silken, seaweed waving softly In the current that is my breath
You didn't tell me That I would be swept away That I would become a part Of this world under the world But what other life could I have had? I have long forgotten humanity
Until the days when shadows Cross the surface with a menace And fire meets water Gold coins rain slowly down Covering my eyes.
These days I seem so forgetful And my heart is pulling me away From my studies My dreams are calling me Into a wistful state
'tangent-secant angle outside of a circle...' fly away 'the tone of the short story, shown through the diction...' across the seas 'equilibrium occurs when the rate of the reaction is the same...' travel the world 'pointillism, or stippling, hatching & cross-hatching...' and never return
The air shimmers blue crystal As my feet drift inches over the floor I weigh nothing, all wind and stardust As my hair billows around me My toes dip into cool water As I enter into the void
The darkness dripping around me Sets fire to my mind Illuminating my thoughts, Sharpening my senses- Through ultra-violet eyes, Everything is skeletal.
Yet something calls me back, A tug at my wrist, my memory I twist around, with a bitter laugh And straining, stretching, I split my soul in half Sending one back to reality While the shadow soul Lives in illusion to this day
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