Free Writing #2
Again, no editing just a stream of conscience.
While walking among the forest of eyes I found you. You were buried under a cascade of stone roses. They were frozen compliments from the heavens to show you your worth. The flies buzzed around you whispering the secrets of the world, yet in that instance the secrets cut you like a dagger. You smiled at the carvings. I smiled at the roses. Strange how misfortune still lets us smile. Your lips always curl up in this perfect way, and time steps when you walk. Two more days of suffering and Crucifixion. You’re worshiping saints like baseball cards. My idols are false but at least t gives me something to believe in. I dream of packing up the stars in my bag and taking a trip with you. We’ll lye in the ever bolstering grass and as I remove each constellation one by one we’ll find salvation. We’ll drink from the ever expanding beauty. the little dipper gives. we’ll find comfort in Orion’s belt. a shooting star is god showing us a suicide. I’m tired. I m exhausted. I keep dreaming of chess matches without endgames and these strange unharvested fields. everything withers while i wait in the willows. Pull in your rods you unsavory serpents. We need something too you cant save all of the bounty for yourselves. The homeless couple enjoys a meal. They eat noting more than each others company. Satisfying. I Eat nothing more than and empty bed. I feel nothing more than an empty hand. I taste nothing more than empty lips. In a half. A half who needs you to make a whole. It’s funny the mirror is so shattered I cannot even make out my own face anymore. Except its not the glass that shattered. its my eyes I have an illusion that perhaps the cracked and fragmented shards represent my soul. I’ve been shaken by the earthquake that is you. Your laugh is like setting bread. Step down off your soapbox your filthy animal. I’m so afraid I am frayed. Split to fit, that’s really it. I’m such a vice of god please be nice. We leaned of free will in Sunday school. But why is taking a sin? Do we have free will? Is that why when the marionette cuts its strings, its the ultimate disgrace. We’re born and were brought onto a stage, a stage all of the angels can see. They watch us cry and in the end were set into the ground to bring forth a whole new experience. But if I cut my strings before my curtain call, that’s snog to be called faulty. What’s your folly? A thicket? A lavender of pure royalty? I’m still here watching for the snow to fall turning my head to sky. Smelling the colors. Watching the clouds stretch out their forefingers and take me home. I’m happy. Just, until you call my name. Then I remember you’re the Queen of Hearts. I’m no more than a simple gardener. But how grateful I would be, to be the tree you climb and sleep in. To the caves we wait. Sun sun sun sun give me the sun. Give me the full moon/ Let me feel important in its glow. Let me be a child who thinks the sun and moon follow him. Let me remember the days where the only thing that ran from me were the clouds and the dandelion fuzz. At least they were wishes. A shooting star is a bullet. I wish to not feel so poor and so weak I wish to hold you. Make you laugh. Feel our hands mesh like the bridge that holds me. I feel incoherent. But buzz buzz buzz the flies and the roses. Stone cold. Lions without their manes. Rain boots worn to step in my tears. Beauty in my eyes. I’ll be a child once more and pull out my eyelashes, wishing on each for you to see what I see. The most perfection the mechanized world can see. I’m your machinery lets take a walk. Lets watch it snow. Let’s breathe fiery frost into the air. A rich blue flame. I’ll be yours to claim.
un-c0ntrollable asked: Holy shit ryan that was amazing
Thanks Liam :) Im surprised people really like it