to my dear future husband, your loving poet wifeTell me how cliché we are, love,to my dear future husband, your loving poet wife by DSteffi
how we’re supposed to be all romantic,
gets-better-while-it-lasts wine kind of thing,
a step above the movies
of every Nicholas Sparks’ novel
Black Cat Amber EyeBlack coat with silken hair,Black Cat Amber Eye by Malintra-Shadowmoon
The eyes bright and young in years.
But what this glance is saying
Is as old as the world.
The eyes almost closed,
Snuggled and silent dreaming,
She lies like spilled –
Inwards restless, exuberant.
Stretched out peaceful and easy –
Gentle soul, full of happiness.
I ask myself what she might intend
By her soft glance?
Often, she lies around sleeping
And after a while, she opens
The little mouth and bends the back.
But everything without haste.
Then, when she starts to rub gently
Around my legs, purring –
It is only up to her
When she moves my heart.
When I take her in my arms
And look into her amber eyes,
How my heart warms up
And help me to believe in the good.
Black coat with silken hair,
On velvety paws slightly –
We walk together year for year
Until our journey will have come to an end.
And when once you will leave me, my purring companion,
So, I cover you tenderly with love.
And I think of you fondly what enlightens my spirit:
SheShe touched your heart then ripped it outShe by SuperGirlSwag
She broke you like a twig
Drank your blood
Drowning in it
She sucked you dry
She left you high
She poisoned your mind
She got inside of your soul and asked for your love
And you gave in
Drinking her, tasting her pain
Getting within and letting her win
You became her rain
Saving rain in the empty dessert that is her heart
She fell apart
You broke her down
With your love
With your damaged soul
With your poisoned mind
You saved her
By falling in love with the darkest of them all
our zeniths are neither odd nor evenMake me more than the photographsour zeniths are neither odd nor even by DSteffi
I took for leisure,
and just general
rebelling- against -time.
Don't visit me
in an immovable space—
you know how much
and I think I got enough of that
in open air.
Feel me in the complications
of your chaos
Shadows of the PastFull of verve, he came down the stairs as he perceived a motion out of the corner of his eye. Something rushed up to him and then came the pain and the darkness. He could not remember how he hit the hard and cold concrete floor.Shadows of the Past by Malintra-Shadowmoon
Dark shadows. Cold. Nausea. Wave for wave he made it out of unconsciousness. Slid back and came back to consciousness in slow waves. But he was too confused to understand what had happened. Anxiety and panic spread in himself. He wanted to move but nothing happened. No flinching, nothing. Only cold and a terrible uncertainty.
Finally, he tried to open his eyes. Forced them with all his strength to face the truth. It took him ages and when he after all managed it, simply nothing changed. Still this darkness. A little more grey in this black but no light, no motion, nothing. What the hell happened? He was only just at home yet and then …, yes, there was a memory. The stairs, the pain. Someone had knocked him down. But „who“ and above all „
Bullet Train Poetry and Prose. Poetry and prose. I roll them both on my tongue the way I would a circle candy; red and glistening like some star, saved in a glass case for later, save the fact that I’ve always wanted to eat one. Save also the careless folly of repeating them so I wouldn’t think of anything else. Poetry and prose. Poetry and prose. Mathematics. Stagnant and certain. It must be like finding and fitting the right fingers in between the spaces of your own. Comforting. Balancing. Finally pinning a right angle to your obtuse one. But never an answer on your own.Bullet Train by DSteffi
Like a box. Like the one I have. I don’t border the lines though, so I’m still stuck in it. But my box has friends- all not found in my backpack. Rolls of me when I was too sad to try to cry, old obligatory letters and drawings with the sun on the top left corner side. Curses
For the BoatmanCharon, I still keep the constellations in jars. You will not take me across the Acheron, so I wait on the river bank, trying to steal pennies from other passengers. I hear them clinking in your hull, ferryman, forgotten and oxidized. You call me by my name, even now.For the Boatman by SomethingOnceSacred
"Persephone is dead, and her king never heard you crying out as I have."
I sang a hymn for you, Charon, but you only smiled and turned away.
Charon, have you met the slighted king? When he called, I answered, but his memory was just as rotten as mine. I had loved him with my own shadow, once. Ferryman, have you ever been in love?
"Stay on the shore. There are those who would see you swallowed whole. Little one, stay on the shore."
No one told them they couldn't swim to Tartarus. Sometimes, I believe I knew them better before you refused my paper stars.
Charon, am I drowning again? Or has there always been saltwater here? They never said anything.
"The inbetween is purging itself of you."
No one's joi
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