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Your aura fades awayI saw you every day In a tram I would say But places are nonsense to me If I only see you every day I never talked to you And never asked your name This is not really a shame Because In my mind I painted a picture Of how you were and are I even thought out a name for you To call you in my brainYour aura fades away
Yes you ‘re beautiful in every way I feel reborn every time I see you So stay Because that’s what I seek
I build up an aura around you You were sacred to me But was that all true Because I never talked a word to you &nbs
by ~Ainf
the art of detachmentYou split hands from cheeks, cupped, like English tea in morning light before a cool moan has swept over.the art of detachment
I laid my eyelids down, dropped lashes hard to the floor, so the sound of breaking away came from me, instead
of your heel-slaps
against stone.
My mutters ran along with the drowsy winds,
pushing my heart back inside,
where the polished worktops and a neatly made bed left me with nothing to do
but glare at the dent
you left in my sofa
or in my bird-cage of a chest
and four days I remained there,
working my way into
by ~inmyroom
A pair of idle sparrowsA pair of idle sparrowsA pair of idle sparrows
There was a time when we would rest as sparrows on a speckled roof, and from the hills and skies of stone would call upon the morning sun.
All through the verdant days of spring we’d rouse the daybreak from the west and, laughing in a new love’s bliss our song grew into unison.
But all throughout our idleness the seasons passed and storms began, and soon, despite our shrill protest, the winter snow destroyed our home.
Too weak; you fell from our frail nest and now with grief, I sing alone.
by ~the-beastie
Jewellery BoxI used to keep a jewellery box that I found at a car boot sale with oriental dresses and parasols painted onto the smooth black lid. It had a little golden catch and was lined with a soft red material that felt just like velvet.Jewellery Box
Inside I kept little pieces of you, joking that I’d cut off a finger and keep it, although I only ever took a lock of hair (and I told you about it when you woke). In it went with yellow creased letters that smelt of chocolate and coffee stains and all the meaningless trinkets that mattered so greatly.
Sometimes I took ou
by ~the-beastie
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Tiger? WHERE!?! WHERE!?!
mirrin.storm-artists.net mirrin.deviantart.com
So, I applaud you. *clap* *clap* *clap* *etc.*
No, but seriously, you're a really cool guy, and apparently a great artist.
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