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FINAL CLOSURE 20230831164894
Side portal and in obvious disuse.Location: Sant Martí Sarroca, Catalonia, Southern Europe. Fine Art Prints
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“You deceived me with the way you walked
the way you talked
the way you smiled through your eyes
and I fell harder each time”
The evoking bullet of hushed noises erupting from your chest while I hold you close,
burn your skin with the touch of mine,
embrace the light shafts in your hazels,
and bribe all saints with thy faux divinity,
would bring the elysium down to earthly dais.
the old lady's silhouette covering your former ills won't hold your back post hoc.
it would be you soliciting thralldom
tictac tictac
devil on the knock for dire attack
military far down the lead
pilgrams bawling guts till they bleed
planetary weeps
sirens and final words
music mixing with blood
all the while deafening silence still prevails the room
all the while I seek for revelation in your grace
the only sound stinging my ears is of those tears hitting your cheeks
stifling the whine in charge for custody, there in my arms
there in my clasp
it was all your fault
you locked me up a thousand spells
oblivious to the virus it'd seam in my veins
now it's all reneged
the vows, the ties, even the spells
and the gluttony of devouring your soul sets and resides.
-Row-
Artwork: Interior by Edgar Degas, 1868–1869
One of the assignments that has nothing to do with my major but I absolutely enjoyed doing it.
“An act of "prince charming" you know, that's what I do” he notes, slowly letting the devious grin hanging below the corners of his mouth out, while a sinuous wink escapes his hazels on his way back to the stop.
she's left by the mere reverberation of his footsteps and the lilac swirling smoke of his cigarette.
-Row-
One minute I held the key,
next the walls were closed on me
and I discovered that my castles stand
upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
we write down the things we wish to forget but deep inside want to always have it on our minds
it's like that coat with all buttons undone except one that's holding it together
memories come and go, just like people, but there's that one person that carved a new means of remembrance in your heart, and stole something you wish you knew but you don't
him, and him, and the sea
the sky, his lips, and trembling bones underneath
everything seemed inert while this love we never had the chance to effectuate just collapsed
but I still have it in there, the void you left.
one of the many memories I held together like buttons in that coat
I'm colorblind to the euphemism of this scene we're playing
fast-forward and it's us on that misty red rug tugged beneath the couch we built together
moving feet to feet and only the friction sounds of our toes are to remind us we're still breathing
safe and sound, smiling like it's the last day we'll ever see each other on earth
cause we once made a promise to collide in heaven
dances, dances, flashes
high-pitched, stifled screams
all the while you're there
drawing me closer than possible
lying behind the wall of my dreams that slowly faded into reality
-Row-
That day she sauntered into my head
the day something I couldn't put my hand on changed
something euphoric
alluring
something I thought I needed so bad that putting every effort to locate meant nothing
it counted as an exit
an escape to the neverland
a firework on a day that isn't 4th of July
but a bliss doesn't prepare you for the consequences
the quarrels rippling through your head at night is what dignifies the shame of reality
it's what puts existence to use
lights dimmer and travel south,
haze crowns your fate,
abiding the scent of her..
-Row-
Artwork by lost7
There's solace in solitude
"They haven't invented words for that yet"
: the one time you discover a new sense you never thought existed through a person that never did.
“they say it's always in the words
but they're lost
just like you are, between those lines
minutes, hours, days, weeks, and through to decades of longing for
the one thing that no more belongs
blindly aching to elicit
a lifetime of rewind
even time ceased to keep you in, how could my mind ever do?”
-Row-
Meeting you was the best accident
Insane maniacal medieval rabbits, 14th century
Inktober 2019 day 23-24