You are more than an empty smile, how you say today is just rough, you know, and how the edges of your reality always seem imposing, aggressive on your haunches as they bite at closed gashes.
If I had to describe you, I'd avoid the smile, the frowns, the sticky things that change - mercurial - under your fingers because nothing in life is guaranteed because each smile has a lifespan because I give myself the benefit of the doubt.
You are holy in the way you warn me of your failures. Saintly when you say this is my last cigarette and when you say I'm sorry when you say I'm so sorry when the sun isn't the right color, when we can't color the sun, when we can't name the colors, when we can't parse words.
These are days that unravel into seconds that unravel into rituals whether we make tea or light a cigarette or connect the edges of our scars - how this one makes a smile with your freckles, how this one reminds you of The Roommate. Terrible and great things come out of our miseries, and, friend, most times it just depends on the tone of voice.
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 love you because you strip away my symbols; cast down my idols.
crisp; both words in the iced morning, sprigs of pollen in your hair. i brush away the yellow from ocher to purify; you pull the tone from my words. you say never cover your bite with softer words, say, i want to feel each 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.
last night was rough, man, how the words (thoughts [landmines]) fell jagged each one clawed into the chest (madmen with knives, plastic sheets to catch blood) and still with the murder victim we can say he lived a long (hollow) life he broke at the right times and got pity the color of dried platelets. but you can't deny how the heat of the water makes the sticky red move faster too fast maybe for locking arms (sticky hands [dead-bolt fingers and nails]) grabby-greedy like persephone grasping at blades of grass, feet slipping out of the boat. this means she wanted out, see, this means she wanted out.
i will always write poetry for you love darling dear beloved but it's not worth the blood if you don't listen.
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.
"look out for those montauk boys" says the manager because across two continents those brothers raise hell like golden crops in the summertime. they're as different as corn and bananas, but at the same time you have to admit they're both yellow and sweet if you really get down to brass tax. those brothers, i hear they have a bad habit of falling in love with the world; not to say that they give a shit about half the folks on the blue marble but that they can't stay in one place forever.
yeah, those montauk boys are bastards from simba tattoos to smirks at midnight. good luck tying one down.
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.
from swing of hammer to the way he falls into bed - a cathedral collapsed, blown apart from the insides - you'd think he would work himself to death.
Feel that weight, says if he works like a dog like an ox, anything other than a human because we are weak creatures with broken constitutions, we beg and barter with the devil for a moment's rest.
how many days hang over his head, an alert to Death that yes okay sir he'll see you now and accepted open-eyed, not blindly, eagerly, with gusto.
1: i thought you would never come 2: YOU NEVER ASKED, SO I KEPT MY DISTANCE. POLICY, YOU KNOW. 3: i can rest now. i can just relax-- 4: ABOUT THAT...
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.
on the sixth day the shinigami taught adam how to please a lady how to hold a beer and look disinterested on the sixth day the shinigami told adam to hate his sons for crying like girls like pansies like poets
the shinigami told him to never gaze at stars and to settle for less and the shittiest part of the story of the sixth day shinigami is that GOD (because it is unfair not to capitalize his name so bravely) did not touch the winds nor the flowers nor the fauna around him because here's the thing about the sixth day shinigami
everyone will always believe it because it clicks in the brain how a mother sparrow won't return to a disturbed nest how honey bees will commit suicide because of anxiety how fathers will neglect their own children
god took a break on the seventh day and people often wonder why he did so the great and terrible truth is that god paused and realized he had not yet begun to neglect his sons
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.
the cold is palpable gray smeared bone dust against tattooed black skin says remember who you are says you won't break my heart says i am a lion
the world is darker here the clouds low-hanging and dense whipped from zircon blood plaster metallic bravery the way clay eats away at a water supply taints clear places and conceals drinking water sometimes darker liquids have to do consider red alcohols the way to go
i will not put myself in a position to be clouded eaten away tainted self-removed blasted black and red and crippled the way you play hearts
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.
autism does not speak, nor will it - though the world would be more comfortable if it spoke like you; see how i tease your high voice, see the recipes swapped at midnight. note to self: i haven't eaten today but we know you should; and the fear is there, love, and it always will be. honestly i'm sometimes unsure if you know what a polymorph i am; see how i can be a brother, see how i can be a father to yell at - but good grief never let me be your mother. i'd rather not feel that punishment.
all of this in short, i think, you taught me to spell ottawa, so what else is there to say?
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.
your poem is titled toxicity because every inch of you is poison (from the bottom to the top). in relation, search for mother gothel search for every mom in pokemon. let me explain. you are a polarized mess, ma, how you either hoard seconds and minutes and hours between so that others may never see your babbling baby boy or you completely untether and cease to care because you have, and i quote, a new love.
you are the kind of person that becomes a dr. seuss villain, a bumbling oaf with dialogue dripping with venom (drip drop druplets of dappled dip duppers - you get the idea) and we, reading to children, get to say "see, here is a word that means evil wench but we'd never say that out loud, would we, billy?" your poem is titled toxicity because it's a word that children won't understand until their fledgling period is well over. it's just too bad the warning signs aren't in more places.
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.
people are always saying you're dripping with good looks; and i quite agree, how your chin is sharp against my chest when you kiss my neck, how your small hands grip broad shoulders between gasps. you are built for beauty, you know, just the way you walk says i am in control of my facilities, i am no leaf in the wind or how the way you speak says you are in control of your facilities, baby,
you are no leaf in the wind
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i could fall asleep each night listening to your breathing, treasure each moment, i know, because you were a treasure ventured, a reward for long hours and long suffering. your whispers could calm a hurricane, darling, and trust me; i've seen it happen.
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.
day twelve in which lumi writes a poem about facking fictional characters
i. in which tim regales the brilliance of his luminous love
i bought you back with quick words and hidden machinations, see how much force i exert for you; how the entirety of my universe bends around your singularity. you are worth the struggle, worth the bloodshed, and it's so important that you realize how brightly you color these old halls in their russet golden wood.
you make us live, bringing sunlight to withering flowers. you are the breath of life.
ii. in which tim's luminous love lays tim low
the way your spells curve against the walls of the tower, darling, says how cautious you are to destroy things precious, things dear. these are your fledgling halls and i am your brother sparrow. see how i strike you breathless, how i poison you gently in the heat of a deciding moment. this is true love, how i abuse you so subtly.
give me your breath, give me your magic and adoration; give me your life and i'll give you mi
iii. in which tim's luminous love regrets the curve of his blade
page 94 of your diary, pilfered from unflexing muscle, petrified lungs and lips cold:
no matter what, i can't get over him.
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.
here is your love: wrapped in stone and sealed beneath green glint, here is your hand splayed against mine in the dust of thunder. love beneath the choking snake, i hear you breathe, i feel your pulse. hear my insanity when it burns against your lips, when it weeds into your bind with licks of fluid flame.
i am a foreign girl tossed through tidal throes to your ship. abduct me, inherit me, call me your own, dance as if i belonged to you with your body pressed hard against me; i am your icy blue rogue, i am your frozen blonde heroine. hold me in second place, love interest, teach me how to be fierce beyond fear while i teach you to be numb beneath turmoil.
i watched your eyes recede, saw the viper wrap your breath in venom vapor; take my dagger to your freedom - take my blood to your mother's grave.
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.
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