Mirarte mirarte mirarte, de tus ojos llenarme y, entre silencios y cosquillas, a tus labios acercarme para probar de tu boca la delicia de besarme.

— Esu Emmanuel©️, To look at you, to look at you, to look at you, to fill myself with your eyes and, between silences and tickles, to approach your lips to taste from your mouth the delight of kissing me.

GLITTER

i’m writing love letters

to a boy in another world

i’m a lost girl

far from Peter Pans world

and i wanna scream because

when i see glitter

i hope it’s Pixie dust

i wonder -

what even happened to us?

because i’ve been tugging at shadows

and although i’m not Wendy Darling

i know he started falling

all the way from Neverland

and he came all the way to me

- i watched him up in the sky

flying so high

never coming down

maybe that’s why

he stopped coming back around

but maybe

that’s my problem

i fell for Peter Pan

my love for him doomed

way before it began

// Ophydia

Te escribiría si no fuera por mis ojos que no dejan de mirarte y, entre que trato de desnudarte y tocarte —sin ponerte un dedo encima—, mis manos trastabillan sobre la hoja mullida.

— Esu Emmanuel©️, I would write to you if it weren't for my eyes that keep looking at you and, between trying to undress you and touch you -without laying a finger on you-, my hands stumble over the fluffy sheet.

No nací para hacer la guerra, ésa la he llevado dentro aun antes de venir al mundo; caos y orden han sido mi perpetuo existir, no hay espacio para algo más y, sin embargo, es el orden el que sujeta a mi alma de un hilo y le ordena que, a donde vaya, sea la paz la que convenga una tregua entre el vacío de la tierra —la misma que pisan mis pies— y la vastedad del cielo que me besa la cabeza. No me detendré, por lo tanto, en discusiones ni afrentas, pues si algo he aprendido de mi guerra interna es que ya es suficiente caos el que trato de comprender como para prestarme a conflictos que conmigo poco o nada tienen que ver. La vida es una en el presente; pasado y futuro han dejado de ser o no son aún, es por esto que invierto mi tiempo en largas horas de introspección con la noble finalidad de conocer todas mis facetas, las que incluyen: mis sombras, mis voces, mis obsesiones y miedos, mis sueños, mis virtudes y secretos, ya que soy un cúmulo de preguntas con una sola respuesta. Si acaso me detendré, por momentos, en los otros —en ti, en él y en ellos— con la premisa de reconocerlos como complemento a mi totalidad, porque no estoy apartado de ninguno; cada uno tiene una característica que me habrá de ayudar a estudiarme y no —como se ha pensado— a agraviarme. [...]

— Esu Emmanuel©️, I was not born to make war, I carried it inside me even before I came into the world; chaos and order have been my perpetual existence, there is no room for anything else, and yet it is order that holds my soul by a thread and commands that, wherever I go, it is peace that arranges a truce between the emptiness of the earth - the same earth that my feet tread on - and the vastness of the sky that kisses my head. I will not, therefore, dwell on arguments or affronts, for if I have learnt anything from my internal war, it is that there is enough chaos that I am trying to understand without lending myself to conflicts that have little or nothing to do with me. Life is one in the present; past and future have ceased to be or are not yet, that is why I invest my time in long hours of introspection with the noble purpose of knowing all my facets, which include: my shadows, my voices, my obsessions and fears, my dreams, my virtues and secrets, since I am an accumulation of questions with only one answer. If anything, I will dwell, at times, on the others - on you, on him and on them - with the premise of recognising them as a complement to my totality, because I am not separate from any of them; each one has a characteristic that will help me to study myself and not - as has been thought - to aggravate myself. [...]

And, we will be stargazing, hope in our eyes, till it's a glorious sunrise.........

Yeah . . . All That

vibe yeah . . . I'm

feeling you . . . feeling

your fire

heat your intensity passion

your energy

physical magnetism

spiritual synergy

emotional alignment

mental telepathy

unspoken understanding

crystalline clarity

shared mutual wisdom

yeah we

vibe we feel

love's vibrations

(Mmmhmmm)

cool connections

(Awesome)

honest conversations

(Amazing)

interpersonal intersections

Yeah . . . we're . . . pretty . . .

close . . .

Uh-huh and . . . well

all that

©️ @followcb ☆ April 12, 2021

off the bank.txt

Even how beautiful you are,How strong and powerful time will come that you'll lose everything and turns out to nothing and the only thing you left behind is just a memory to remember...

raise the living/slay the dead

* echoes from eons past hold sway, still

mining moribund minds of the fools on the hill 

here in the valley, visions animate the landscape designed for the compliance of the collective hive 

we be the pollen behind the poll dancing, stage-left winging away from splinters of our discontent.  

if it were meant to loop groundhog-like through the daze, retracing paces put-through by our progenitors 

we'd have grown shells, ensconced our sentience safe & supple within earth’s tethered womb & our reticence; 

surveyed the beams from many moons ago, parsed scattered smoke signs in the sky; 

followed the prescriptions through the ages, by-and-by hardly questioning while treading pattered paths, barely taking the time to stop & wonder why. * 4/21 - lebuc - raise the living/slay the dead

I dry out rivers when you yell at me, because all it takes for my paper bones to lit up is a match and some gasoline. And I know you don't mean to make me cry but I should be fuelled by passion and not exhaustion. I'm sorry I'm this weak, I tried to stitch an armor to my skin but the wind blew it away and I shouldn't have to wear a mask when there is nothing wrong with being vulnerable in the first place.

When we pray for another are we not also praying for ourselves? For in the space between every word elevated to heaven for another, we purify our hearts, crucify selfishness and augment love.

e.v.e.

Words that were shared, albeit a little late,

brought those emotions which lay forgotten;

a request, to include one in the other's prayers,

such is the impact, there's proximity even in the distance,

how could anything else be more beautiful.

- DG (NaPoWriMo'21 / Day 9)

dandelion

you have grown tenaciously - since the day you sowed the seeds of courage and autonomy, to live the life you seek.

by burrowing fibrous roots, deeper and wider, weaving those tendrils to asphyxiate the enemies, to reclaim wild meadows of your loved ones and community.

perseverance and resilience - for the bloom of yellow dandies into cotton wisps, destined to be swept by eager winds and naive wishes of childhood memories.

- aleta jay

NaPoWriMo 2021 - Day 12

My hopes like glass over and over they shatter. My hands bloody from picking up the pieces over and over I try. I'm used to this cycle. It's become a way of life. But the fall always hurts the same. There are so many battles no one sees me fight. So many unseen sacrifices. There is no road map to lead me where I want to go. Day by day I lay the stones of my own path. One step at a time I learn how to survive.

ironing

gradually, practically particle by particle

(in the past participle) -

my inverted functions came right side

up and bloomed with bountiful

buttercups in between our sips

and sups. we found out who was

ducking us by who did and didn't

show, and, to some extent, who

came and "had to go."

in circles i made circuits between

bathroom and keg where my

smoking buddies laughed and passed

me by, those twinklings, those

fucking guys.

-

how far away is the nearest fire

and why do we still feel its heat?

why must we steal its meaning?

sure and sure enough it is the

cause of the spark that we would

take away if we only could but we

cant so we dont even think we

should if we ever got the chance.

not me though.

maybe you but not me.

i've see the stakes and tables turned.

i am the fire sign always

getting burned.

-rb.xyz

over saturated love, and you know exactly what I mean-

you can’t get enough, but you’re bleeding through the seams.

// Ophydia

77.66.23

You love life's beach. I watch you wade in seas of your own tears. You walk into the depths, knowing you'll be tossed to & fro amongst the darkest waves of uncertainty; yet, still you go - barely breathing, alone in your chaos, drowning under pressure. Not knowing how to swim...

* knowing *

remove my guards and my walls

remove my doubt and my fear

remove the questions out of my throat

remove my desire to keep control

step to me with a secure confidence,

and self awareness

letting me know

who you are and what you want

let me know that you mean every word

which escapes from your lips

look me in the eyes

read my secrets

a endless pool of

divine goodness

tell me what I want

tell me what I keep hidden

strip my layers with your depths

loosen my tongue with your charm

get past the intrigue

dive in

go deep


I've never been one

for small talk or forced pleasantries

blank stares and rehearsed answers

are meant for someone else

bring your heart, allow it to bleed

stand bare

naked

release your fears,

all the while I am allowing my own to paralyze

my steps

telling you not to come close

begging you not to come close

but, come close

now...closer

strip me down

as my walls and cages suffocate me

ask me to spill my heart, as you

hold me in reassurance

ask me questions,

but remember the answers you saw in my eyes

let me know, that you know

let me know that you have been

reading me, observing me, dreaming of me

only to awake in the morning

with excitement of full rediscovery

memorize my laugh and how it

comes effortless with your subtle humor

know the catch in my breath,

right before I am getting ready to answer

a question in which you just asked

feel the flush in my cheeks, when you

make my body betray my good logic

with your want and need

know the depths of my silence

and what it truly means

know what causes my pain

and make every selfless effort

to prevent that from happening

when the words LOVE escape your

lips, make sure it is a verb and never

just a noun

mean it ; show it

remove my walls

come with confidence

be ready ; know what you want

mean what you say

strip me

know me


© ScriptedSilence. All rights reserved

Pic Credit - Alyssa Monks

The candles are all burnt out and my stomach sighs. Why does my tongue still want more, why does it have to take after my heart? I keep satisfying the two, fucking everything else up in that Sisyphean task. Let it go, let them have their way tonight, whispers my brain. It has its own agenda in mind. When it's 2 am and my body want to lie down, it will dance around like a little ballerina charming the rest of me to stay awake till the birds welcome the dawn.

Parts of me 

Morpheus Enjoys His Petting Zoo

there are no

night terrors

here

no frightful fears

running loose

across my

nightly landscape

of imagination

just the comfort

of a safe place

where everything

is warm and round

no sharp edges

no demons

of self doubt

to claw at my

confidence

I am surrounded

by childhood memories

loving moments

the best thoughts

of who I am and

who I want to be

leaving me with

a single tear

when I wake

not wanting to leave

this wonderful world