i think it could be one thing to imagine you always wielding a sword for the moment when adversity strikes. and yeah, his name could be despair, or memory, or isolation, relapse, entropy; but for so long you've struck him down through all his facades and through camisado and air strike i admire and watch in awe.
if there could be a word for you, who isn't afraid to run between heaven and hell, to whisper to dragons, to keep secrets through the coldest nights and watch as your baubles of worlds rotate in love with you, silent. you may never know your exact importance, but to the dragon lily, that might just be okay.
I am a forest fire and an ocean, and I will burn you just as much as I will drown everything you have inside.
-Shinji Moon
I am the property of Rydia, please return me to her ship.
sometimes, i fall more in love with an echo than the real thing. but I wonder if you could blame me: between the heartache, the headache, the breath-taking and utter hate in your tone, maybe just the feedback on the walls is enough.
it's not surprising, i think, in fact, i like the concept. still. It's not as if i didn't care or love you, or that i don't think of that day, yesterday, the rain, the waves, the deadpan way you always tried to say 'i love you' - i know it's a stretch, i know it was hit, miss, hit, miss, until one of us broke in two--either you, me, or a metaphorical bat which symbolizes abuse.
but i love the echoes, the resonance, the backlash and rounds, and it reminds me of my home of empty hallways that talks to me back when i say 'i love you, i mean it. i like you a lot.' though the home's a fucking liar.
at least we all have that in common.
I am a forest fire and an ocean, and I will burn you just as much as I will drown everything you have inside.
-Shinji Moon
I am the property of Rydia, please return me to her ship.
this morning i was offered a wish by the glow of a twisted goldenrod if only i not pluck him
i said i wish to be twenty degrees fahrenheit so my fears will come near me and will say to themselves 'this must be death this must be the hated one' and leave
i believe only then will the sound of sonic-beating wings stop tightening my chest churning my stomach but rather give indication to all like them to stay away
though i must confess your memory will sting
I am a forest fire and an ocean, and I will burn you just as much as I will drown everything you have inside.
-Shinji Moon
I am the property of Rydia, please return me to her ship.
in the rich hollow of the mountain's belly, there flows a river warm and steady-- though there are turbulent waters and jagged rocks here, there, places i feel could speak things of life. you and i stand on a stormy gray mound, we hold one another as the mother bird clutches pine needles to bed her nest.
and our feet slip in the river spray, bring us tumbling into the silken flow. we reach for boulders, for shores, branches and needles-- but gladly enough, i think, the thing that stays is you.
I am a forest fire and an ocean, and I will burn you just as much as I will drown everything you have inside.
-Shinji Moon
I am the property of Rydia, please return me to her ship.
there are days i live for patchouli oil-- or the memory of it soaking your hands. the sound of autumn wind brushing the curtains, the assumed aura of candles--golden--flickering on wick's end. patchouli, you are the warmest of beauties-- and the feel of your hands on my shoulders calms me, grounds me, in memory at night.
I am a forest fire and an ocean, and I will burn you just as much as I will drown everything you have inside.
-Shinji Moon
I am the property of Rydia, please return me to her ship.
i. heaven there is no truth in hindsight but through broken heart and eyes i would tear the clouds asunder give myself as sacrifice to thunderbolts and black out heaven blazing into the head and god would show me the groping hands or your wandering tongue or the lucid dream you had become
ii. dawn i have learned my place in this world and though it is not to love nor to lust nor to hold the hand of a beloved in my own there must be will remaining deep deep in my marrow to throw wide the shades to be ignorant and wanton as the dawn and answer delicate phrases between two hearts at rest 'i love you too'
iii. thunder though the trust yet lived and though my heart believed you the sheets were so cold like lightning you went from me and i could find no goodbye
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Prompts scattered through the three segments thanks to @Morrigan in the nightly Jam, taken from the wonderful Yeats.
I am a forest fire and an ocean, and I will burn you just as much as I will drown everything you have inside.
-Shinji Moon
I am the property of Rydia, please return me to her ship.
there's something about the georgia spring-- when zyrtec eyes bloom like daisies in hanging windows and your hand is in mine beneath the church piano as we sing what a wonderful love i've found, what a glorious sound, that name; be we delivered into the light, and be fully in love that day.
and come on, i can see it in your smile: you think it, too--
our harmony is untouchable.
I am a forest fire and an ocean, and I will burn you just as much as I will drown everything you have inside.
-Shinji Moon
I am the property of Rydia, please return me to her ship.
dawn-ripe tomatoes sway as you brush the stems of a bumble bee speckled garden; above there rains down water from my summer cannister onto our goldenrods, and the perfume is so serene. the world so picturesque where you have turned your head to the east and forfeited your shirt-- 'for even tanning' you say-- and inside i attend to brunch for sparse bellies with ripened want for summer freshness.
in the wintertime, you cover us with softness unbelievable; you lay your head on my chest to feel the pur as i read Yeats, Neruda: the men who shaped me before God woke me up and whispered your name to me in the spring night. but between you and i, his whisper was nothing, and far between, as enthralling as yours.
I am a forest fire and an ocean, and I will burn you just as much as I will drown everything you have inside.
-Shinji Moon
I am the property of Rydia, please return me to her ship.
ooh, xiv caught me on its narrative -- and while i was headed to bed, that was not an easy act. it was the "sieved, body from soul" that made me go up to the top and read it all the way through.
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