Submissions by crucibelle (Amelie Flora)

Writers block will spin me off, repeating sequences, all clouds and ghosts, fear that I’ll loose my bounce.
My psyche largely serene. And I get panicky. Start spitting such randomness because my thoughts make no sense.
Afraid of absence.
Of there being nothing at all. How to describe that blankness.
Everything around my starts to scream in its hardness and physical reality, tells me there is nothing more, until perhaps I forget.
In focus, my mind ticks on in time, and everything continues.
The line of my metal desk leg so straight. The tap of the keys. Sounds...

The sun hot, the moon cool as it sets the surface, to remould the next rising of the gold
And the sky ginormous, endless as the shapes of the sea in its ever-changing face of being.
I let the stars pierce me and wring out my eyes so that I can see all of these pieces of life.
Life in its ever moving purity, life stuck by its loving enemy, stagnated waiting for the touch of humanity.

Rocks weave those forms that are free with their unmoving presence, in to motion, all that is around them, fast and slow mark the paces of those tides above and below us, the movement of...

empire collapse,
eye contact tear us apart across the street
people dancing and screaming
no amount of letters written in the past upon times of
desperation
can make up for this moment of ravage
biting my soul on fire through the streams of blissful unconscious days behind me and
everyone
alive in this chaos
I never left
never will, deep in dreams I dance upon your pumping blood
the sense of something unsaid
and swimming down the road,
tossing over and over frantic on the foam,
I am free by my limbs possessed in...