the growing boy is given two stuffed toys: this is important because two is his age and toys are what he should need, not G-Tubes nor CPAP machines; yet when he plays with the giraffe, because the elephant was just so basic, a giraffe's mouth straps to his mouth-- and at age two he has his first kiss, crying as he's forced to breathe alien breath.
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.
Ahhhhhhhh, yes! So, I get so excited about poems :3 This one for sure. This is just cute and endearing and also kind of ...aches! That subtext at the end just aches my heart :c
So this was a little weirder than your usual stuff, but I've never read something so lovely that included giraffes and aliens as part of it. As Audy said, it aches and it hurts and you do that right.
let's call my time wasted on this thought a cool decade: how it'd be to have my brain displayed on a wall--but too dark, too intrusive and horrid and someone picks up a phone already to dial--but no.
it's different in decade two, how your friend of >decade <decade two asks you to an art gallery where everything is inspiration, where everything is a rippling memento. and i transfix on these brains displayed on walls, these synthetic brain cells in twilight acrylic that crush me.
'red bird cleaned by acid rain' NFS
and asked what does it say to you? i say we change and cleanse, no matter the burn.
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 is no metaphor here when i say when he told me to jump off a bridge, i did.
and the gut-plunge of the bungee cord echoes when i think of him even now. right now, writing a letter to you about men and bridges,
and how i've grown to trust neither.
but the rush of falling is just that: so quick and extreme that it enters our dreams. and i wonder if this is because we are born headfirst out of equilibrium, or if we've watched too many stars, or if we've shot down to earth from a soul collective in a universe adjacent, or a warning that we will fall again and again - and again--
never to hit a bottom but to understand that we chose to dive from the bridge because this beautiful man with auburn eyes told us to, and these dreams are an eternal base jump, time to ruminate on his Versace cologne, or how we let him love us unconditionally until this, the adrenaline of true love.
but--
he never cut the cord, you know. i just didn't ask if it was tied 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.
it was easy accepting that you cared more for sleek black metal than you did for me. a letter written to self, titled black mustang wherein you promise to drive me across the nation with the wind and potential breaking against the hair on our jaws. in a pipe dream full of pipe dreams i can say that yours was the calmest, the closest to heart; and that when that sleek metal faded into the horizon-- no one at your side because that's who you needed, and always had-- that pipe dream among pipe dreams burned the sweet sap in my bones like none had before.
hell, i think you created an addiction.
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.
Missed your third poem on accident, and wow. You got me. I love that one. Your fourth one plays with a different style, and I like that. It feels more experimental.
you and i two sinking luminaries in the center of an asphalt ocean highway thinking maybe the country will liquidate and take us in together maybe
we can be part of the eternal georgia roadways as broken and tarnished we are qualified.
but eternity is such a long exhale by lungs that just have long-before given up on providing for the body of the cosmos and i look to you, not on fire, not lost in the night, and say
if you don't walk away there'll be nothing of you to love
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.
scientifically speaking, world-at-large, with our microcosm of an experimental life contained within either a state of mind, a state of shock, or a state of heat, sweat, and backwater whistling, i was right when i said lightning struck when we kissed.
looking back, though, in the summer heat and the gate-hopping to belong to country-club pools, there was something about our story that reads we never belonged (together).
memories in floods and spastic raindrops, droughts and downpours: i see your face and realize the whole affair, just a brief spot, was a freckle on your neck, a sunspot on your shoulder to be kissed. it was the iris in your eye that quivered when asked about happiness.
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 have promised, jeez let's say, 1,000 times on 1,000 days to meet you industrial-side, moonlit, summer-night chilled, cigarette in teeth.
pavlov, i should name this letter-- because he was a man who knew the future. if you ask me each day to be with you each night, (and) if the anxiety each day becomes depression in the night, (then) there will be fear, there will be absence, there will be silence.
night 1,001 and i wither beyond the gate; and so gorgeous on the factory wall, moon-kissed under passing cirrus art from years of a patient heart.
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.
1. you cannot forget ocean blue and how misty fragrance embroidered in the contours of my mind out in the shallows of caye caulker floats a sun-tanned angel unbelievable may i pray to you each night
2. you cannot repair limitless blue above savannah the jets roar overhead and i think of the sands you've held me on the footprints we've left together _______________________parabolic and the deafening silence of each and every kiss
3. you cannot move on stormy gray of the potomac and i see the time on a watch old and graying imagine you guarding the citizens innumerable silent as a stone, still as my hands and knees in the sands as seafoam wings took you away
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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