Submissions by lunacherry
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Fatal
I wished for a star
You gave me a hurricane
Beautiful, fatal
You gave me a hurricane
Beautiful, fatal
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Rope
A rope split in two
When you let go of her hand
You ignited war
When you let go of her hand
You ignited war
663 reads
2 Comments
Tears
The tears ran down the windowpane
Just as the stars fell down
And lit up the ocean, fireworks
On a sea of my regret
And before the blazing flood
(that set the water alight)
(in a crescendo of fire)
I remember the sweet and sour moments
Before I ran away from you
But I see the world in black and white
Idols interchangeable with demons
I look on rats without disgust
(I envy their freedom)
(It must be a heaven)
(To simply not give a shit)
Just as the stars fell down
And lit up the ocean, fireworks
On a sea of my regret
And before the blazing flood
(that set the water alight)
(in a crescendo of fire)
I remember the sweet and sour moments
Before I ran away from you
But I see the world in black and white
Idols interchangeable with demons
I look on rats without disgust
(I envy their freedom)
(It must be a heaven)
(To simply not give a shit)
621 reads
1 Comment
The One
In him I saw the face of god
It struck me dumb and deaf
(once upon a time)
It was in the heat of summer
That chaos burst
From my breast
When I touched his lightning lips
I grew a pair of leather wings
He was quick to start the fire
(beneath them)
It struck me dumb and deaf
(once upon a time)
It was in the heat of summer
That chaos burst
From my breast
When I touched his lightning lips
I grew a pair of leather wings
He was quick to start the fire
(beneath them)
665 reads
4 Comments
Midflight
I want to crawl inside of you
To feel your fragile, bird boned pulse
I want to put my hands on your pale throat
Angels cannot hold a candle to you
(not even when they fall, not without being burned)
We are such small things, crickets
Beneath the weight of this life we tremble
Desperately holding hands against the coming storm
We treasure such fleeting things
We warble in our lemming anxiety
(Too many people)
(Too many sheep)
We head for the nearest cliff,...
To feel your fragile, bird boned pulse
I want to put my hands on your pale throat
Angels cannot hold a candle to you
(not even when they fall, not without being burned)
We are such small things, crickets
Beneath the weight of this life we tremble
Desperately holding hands against the coming storm
We treasure such fleeting things
We warble in our lemming anxiety
(Too many people)
(Too many sheep)
We head for the nearest cliff,...
647 reads
4 Comments
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