Stars swelling behind my glittering thoughts Freckled with stardust, we breathe creation Glimmering moonshine strobes beneath our skin Dancing rhythm in sync with the ether Kindred souls are born ‘neath pregnant night skies With thoughts a glow and brightness unalike Sunlight, putting a rest our stirring ego Elixirs of existence filling full Chakras and Chis, swirling movements with love Harmony of the sleeping engulfs dreams Melodies of thought consume what’s real Swaddling souls with love of a mother Engorged with fruitful existences, her Children are the flashlights we require Eyes open willingly in the darkness Hazy sleep airs out our souls with vacuum So infinite we live beyond the skies Adorned with sequined patterns of time past We move on into the indigo hour And stretch into shapes of desire, resting bodies
Sep 14 -
Tip Toes and Cosmos
I'm a decaying piece of organic matter, but you can call me Claire. I'm a bookworm, isolated in the depths of non-reality, I live in splotches of color and orangey sunsets-- sometimes even in the absence of color at all, like a boring newspaper spread on Sunday mornings. I breath and long, intricate sentences come out, weaved neatly of beautiful adjectives and solemn metaphors. I whisper activism in my deepest sleep. I am alive in the most ways possible, I have an eye for beauty and an ear for music. I sit alone sometimes and ask the world why I'm here, and I still haven't got much of an answer. I will never give up on asking. I will never stop thinking, and I like that about myself.
