[would be] escapee by edge-of-psychosis, literature
Literature
[would be] escapee
planet,
you make me tired
all the talking
talking
talking
grating little strips of flesh off my brain,
fluttering to the floor
like little torn pieces of paper
little planet people,
you mill around
and fill your spaces
with talking
honestly
i wish you’d all shut up
for half a second
planet,
i am tired
haven’t you any organizational skills
at all?
you’re too full
there’s too many of us
and we all have too much
[and nothing]
to say
why don’t you ever
talk back?
planet, i don’t know if i’ve worn out my welcome on your surface
or if you’ve worn out your welcome in my soul
but
this town ain
i wonder what you say when i'm not really there by EternalSunday, literature
Literature
i wonder what you say when i'm not really there
in the hollow spaces between each word that left your lips,
i thought i saw someone i knew,
far away, almost shapeless.
at the tip of my tongue, i felt a name.
then silence dragged out, and the image disintegrated.
you asked if i was okay,
i'm fine.
i'm fine.
i wish i could find somewhere to rest my thoughts
when they lose linearity,
but for the most part, i am right here with you.
.
sometimes rest is cruel, time ticking away
without a tangible purpose -
i think i need one.
when i turn the key in the lock, and double check the door handle just to make sure
nothing will be lost if i leave,
i often forget where i intended to go.
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Your roaming fingertips whisper desires, I crave each and every touch,
Your lips never say enough while your flickering circles catch too much.
Eyes forever a-light, your nervous hands entangle in your falling hair,
But it's your beating chamber that I'm after and I don't plan to share.
The darkness falls upon us, we become two shadows of the night,
Yet as we sink closer together you still glow in the faint moonlight.
Let me comfort you like the ashen sticks; breathe me in if you dare,
I'd gladly raise you up from any pain that, all alone, you can't bare.
You favor grand and vast landscapes, wild arches of the unknown,
Hold onto the many
I stood on firm ground
As the water came
Slowly, trickles at first
Crept over my toes
Tugged at my feet
Swirled around my ankles
Pulled at my calves
The current cold
In a moment more
It was brushing my neck
Until I was standing
With my hair dancing
In the waves
Before I knew it
I was rising
As the water
Carried me away
My touch is electric to her sensitive body.
I run my finger along her collar bone,
she breathes heavy on my hand.
I caress her neck,
her breath catches.
I kiss her,
jolts of pleasure coursing through.
I pulse at every lip bite.
We spark at the touch.
I just stood there and watched. I watched her sitting on the edge of the boat, her feet dangling above the smooth lid of the hidden depts.
The sky above us was made of steel and like faulty machinery it whistled and blew away smothering gulfs of wind, flapping the thick cloth above our heads and loosening a string of her hair from behind her left ear. She then turned back, looking at me, smiling while she tucked her hair back in place and at that moment I realized love was truly the illusion of complete fulfillment as now I felt like I needed nothing more than to listen to the floorboards creak beneath her weight, to smile at the wind messin