written in the stars

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Venusian. Diamond's child. Birthed on the first morning star. Loves only the one who is on Mars, Topaz's proud&stubborn son, birthed on the twenty-third starset.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

brainstorm

i don't want to embarass you and i'm not out to impress but
       you're the kind of man cummings and bronte and austen and duffy are
       inspired by
                          you make my muse dance, with her flaxen
                          silver entwined hair and opal eyes containing
                          an aurora, she dances to your words as they
                          rain down on my psyche. featherlight touches
                          make her howl and laugh airily with glee, fingers
                          stretched as far as they can go with ink running
                          down her face as something rushes along my nerves
                          like liquid lightning lighting up her maelstrom sky

she whispers a thousand words into my ears and my hands can't keep up, words flying across my screen,
across my napkin
           my paper
           my skin,

and there's barely enough t i m e left in the world to write barely enough for you.

you will, you will, because
[hers-yours-our]

walk away

(for thedreamer, pour ma belle)

you watch his back,
  not because you're protective,
but because he's walking away,

his shirt is perfectly ironed -- by his mother, no doubt --
  and its a blankblankblank white,
and a cynical part of you remarks that it looks kind of like these walls that i'm trapped in,

you can still see his hair,
  feel it, even; his face once hovering inches above yours,
and your hands used to card through, smoothly; you've always had the best pokerface

there's an iloveyou somewhere in there
  but you think it's diminishing unlike the space he makes between you two, footsteps echoing like drums;
if he's not around, who can hear you fall?

commissions&collabs masterpost

to juniper:

Softcover by thedreamer

Internal Battle by thedreamer

because his eyes by the dreamer

Time Lapse by thedreamer

collaborations:

vintage love (thedreamer)
vintage love (juniper) 
by thedreamer and juniper (collaboration)

from juniper:

gaps between my hands for beth

loveleaks for thedreamer

heartbreak tea for conor.r

shall i compare thee to a summer's night? - earthgoddess

walk away - thedreamer

dear dryad daughter, time's tickin' - thedreamer



Tuesday, March 29, 2011

light bringer

you stole a pair of wings from a malakhim, I.O.U
and fluttered from woman to woman delighting
in their sweet nectared kisses and spreading your
pollen-patented promises that would not bear fruit;
        you were a hardened butterfly, with
        arching wings of stained glass in a
        brilliant baby blue, apple green and a
        soft rose, lined with diamonds; no one
        could keep you in a jam jar for show
        and tell and kicks, could they?

.

you stole all the lights from the stars,
just so you could place them in your
irises and fake the sparkle in your eyes.
and you ripped all the warmth from
the sun, then wove it into your wide
cheshire cat grin so that it could smother
and pretend to be as warm as wool;
        you've been writing the whole wide
        world messages across the fading
        breath on fragile glass. but no one
        walks past your clear, colourless
        wings anymore, do they?

you need to learn that no one wants to
see all the worst parts of themselves
reflected in the condescending cool
corneas of your eyes;
        glass eyes?
        no, there's a silver lining in there,
        somewhere, right? mirrors

.

even the morningstar fell;
you're a creature of pride.

.

with wings flat against your back,
you dive from your evanescent
cloudy mind hoping that the rushing
ground will meet you;
        hoping that the rushing ground
        will embrace you?

.

and i am the earth, wide
and vast and greenwithenvy
at your glittering, clearcut wings;
so different from the twining,
suffocating vines of old even though
they're the only things i've ever really
known.

and i am the earth, wide
and vast and greenwithenzy,
i'll let my colours and sights,
be refracted through you,
sending a thousand respledent
orbs of light float through the wind,
like bubbles drifting off to lands unknown.

        and i am the earth, wide
        and vast and i'll embrace you,
        i'll swallow you whole.

.

even the morningstar fell.

.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

midnight snack

your skin swallows up the sun,
until you're fit to burst with sunrays leaking through your fingertips,
your tongue traces thought-ridden lips as your cloudy mind
sheds judgements like clothes for charity
precise and well-worn;

your silence says more than it should,
(
slithering up to my heart, [f ang s] sinking in,
the poison in my veins hums for your voice;

i'm w r i t h i n g                     gossamer skin,
  underneath
pulled [tight] over blood+bones,
fireworks filtered through fallen lids,
&& 
[there's a song written on the inside of my wrists]
seagreen lyrics singing lifebloods,
as the moon creeps out, child-like curiosity,
inky ghosting locks liplocking across the night,
milky moonbeams f
                                a
                                     l
                                         l
                                                        to earth, 
to kiss my buttermilk bones;

and now i'm always hungry,
for pale skin and luminous blue eyes,
[for that blue roadmap of amazonian rivers to to your liquid lusty love]

who else can cool my blood?
there's some kind of animal trapped in between the smooth muscle
and endothelial layers of my vocal chords,
pushing through like a thick vine to overtake my face;
{please, i'm howling for you}

you: carmine candy and home and real,
i need to be (wholer),
because my breathing w a n e s,
blueblueblue in the midnight air,
tendrils of heat s p r e a d i n g like wildfire;

and the moon . . . waxes, leaving the night sky,
ravenous for adventure and [p o  o   l    s] into the ocean;
even the sky feeds from my awe of you;

in the dark is the best way to hear your heartb e a t,
thick heartstrings like black powerlines p a s s i n g  t h r o u g h 
the core of every star from you to me,
.h.o.o.k. onto my diaphragm,
make my pace as they d r a g me to you,
over gravel, grit && grass,
bloody feet on the yellow brick road,
hansel and gretel follow me home;

)
i smile
-  k c a b -
 at you patiently&patiently,
serrated incisors glinting in sunlight;

and we're only human

-

[the autumn moon is bright, tonight]

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

it's not rocket science

i think of you more than i probably should but,
i get blown  a w a y  every single time that i think about,
how someone out there has made you for me;
that there is, literally, sugars, sugars, sugars, an endless litany of them,
the random sequence of sugary bases in every single helical twist of your dna,
shared by no other being in the whole fucking universe,
mirroring your teasing tones and confused smile that i so adore,
gave you those p-p-perfect eyes, and hair and skin and voice and mind,
someone out there built you for me.


(how could i not believe in God?
 how could i ever not want you, foolish, foolish man?)

impatient child

when you'll let me,
i'll kiss you with my mouth,
whispering all these little confessions,
to the secret places between your teeth.
(iloveyouneedyouwon'teverletyougo)

until then, i'll just blow a frustrated breath,
across my fringe and it'll part perfectly,
showing the whole world where your hands
should be.