My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.
I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream
♥ dylan thomas
I look at the moon and I feel so small. She’s my friend up there.. she listens to me when my heart breaks, and when it spills over with wonder..or anger.. or meanness. She knows all of my secrets and she will never betray me.. will never speak a word of it to anyone. I envy her and I hate her sometimes, for being so beautiful and so far away.. there where I’ll never walk and will never feel. I stand here and I smile, and I frown, and I sigh out a dream.
To be a leaf today
into the wind, upon the hay
crumbling into dust and dreams
like you and both your broken wings
Time bleeds into the promises
we’ve thrown into the yonder
why can’t you send the stars to me
before Fate steals my thunder?
Run quickly now, before the moon
spills secrets to the Devil
she’ll feed the wolves and wake the dead
she’ll tell them everything I said
They’ll lock me up and hold me down
they’ll make me wear a blue-green gown
and then I’ll whisper, like the wind
into the phone where we have sinned
And you will hear me, like a cloud
“Shake the walls down, let me out.”
You’ll poison them, and make them sleep
as time stands still and you shall kiss me.
serena matthews
The wind blows outside madly
my eyes are open backwards
fireflies float like cotton
on invisible swamp beds
and you are not here.
It takes too long to wish it
it hurts to much to think it
to one day take this picture
unphotograph my likeness
and twist beyond the frame.
I’d kiss you like the daybreak
tumbles wildly over dusklight
softly but with purpose
madly but like angels
floating down like clouds…
serena matthews
Sometimes it feels like the moon is the only one who has ever been there for me always, without failing me, ever. I look up there and I wonder.. and I never stop wondering.. and that comforts me on some level that I almost understand.
I don’t think the rain can wash this away. This wound is too deep too heal now.. but don’t worry about me, I’ll paint on my smile. This world is too shallow to drown me.
as night falls they flee
from tree to tree
and sing to me
a tune barely audible to the ear
through many send a chilling fear
creatures so misunderstood
they cling bottoms up
and rest on wood
Bringing screams to sundown’s air
silly women covering up their hair
I sit and watch them as they fly
to where they roost I do not pry
Little gems I like to see
still remain a mystery
Isabella Trouillefou
I found a piece of the moon in my shoe.
I took it out and thought of you.
I need a drink, I want to cry
but here I sit, three shades of dry
in another place and time maybe
maybe you’d have saved me
and maybe I’d have saved you too
or maybe we’d have rotted through
dark city quakes beneath my feet
tries madly to engulf me
shall I turn and walk away?
or should we sink down softly?
the birds swoop down, they whisper
as I stare coldly, blue
they want their moon back, don’t they?
I’ll keep it in my shoe.
