younitedwefall

She was my silver-tipped butterfly, my siren of spoken word One moment she was of the clouds, a rustle of silken wings the next she was before me, a force of nature; a tornado of incandescence swirling savagely around her; Charms, enchantments spilling softly from her mouth I could do nothing, wanted nothing more than to be swept up in the winds of her storm, than to taste the sweetness as it dripped from her lips She tasted of sugared promises; her kiss a glacial stream after days of unquenchable thirst I never wanted to stop kissing her, but when I did her opaline breeze would caress my cheek She was mercurial, she was ephemeral, she w

He was my dream He was something from the old world, a storybook, He was the place between a moonlit path and glades of green He came to me in the clearing of my frenzied thoughts on the wings of my own psychosis He came to me and I knew he was my elixir and I was nothing but corrosive I wondered at his towering magnificence He was all that I could see I was transfixed, I was enchanted, he cast his fragrance over me He coaxed me forward gently and I spread my blanket atop his leaves I leaned into his chest and used his branches to support the beams of my heart His smile steadied my mind; from his shield I refused to part I passed e

"I hear they call you J-babes." Startled out of her study session, her hand instinctively jolted forward across the page, accidentally knocking into the ink-pot she had precariously propped up on the edge of her notebook and shooting it scuttling across the courtyard. She recognized the voice without even having to look up; its candid poise and ability to enunciate each syllable in a way that conjured an image of silky confidence one that she had never encountered before, and had yet to encounter again. "Who calls me that?" She asked, an air of agitation in her voice as she glanced up at the figure who was lounging against an adjacent pilla

I am the shattered stained glass of heavens grandest cathedral You were like a drug induced euphoria A momentary illusion of happiness in its purest form Its only form, to me You were the golden horizon of my dreams But I reached too far to capture you and you dissipated in my hands; A haze of honeyed cruelty reminding me that my dreams can't take form in the real world And as I reached for you you hammered your fists against my windows Confused about which way to enter the sanctuary I promised It wasn't your fault I shattered You just wanted refuge from the world we both couldn't stand The truth is we ensnared each other, from the st

I've loved you since I was seventeen when all I had to offer you was a promise box of splintered wood Steadying my trembling hands you offered me an Eden woodland to help rebuild my fractured limbs You swore to me that you could only take root from the rainstorms of my heart And I remember you talking about the fires inside of you but I assured you that you were wrong I loved you when I was eighteen and your eyes no longer bore into mine I loved you when the only thing you swore was that your roots had been there long before my rains and that the forests inside of you flourished without any help from my heart I loved you when your fires bu

I want someone who is angry with passion who can burn down villages with the thoughts in their head stand by and feel themselves die, implode, and weep tears of destruction I don't want someone like you who sits and stares blankly while I scream and shake violently against the iron bars of my cage I want you to scream right along with me

I have always been The double edged sword The one who tears apart and The one who mends Whose fragmented blade Slices through The calloused palms Of their tempers With just enough pressure To pop the blisters Sending bloods of blame Showering down my hilt The next day I wake up sad and Meager Bandaging their scarred hands Swaddling them with ginger apologies I’m sorry it’s so easy to hate me I’m sorry it’s so easy to resent me Let me heal you Let me make things right Can’t you see I’m a broken weapon? The shards of my blade Crumbling away Falling Scattering all along the floor The metal of my entity Sof

One day You will meet A stranger in the woods Something about him Seems familiar He bows his head “Princess” And the lines around his mouth Carve themselves Into his skin As he beams up at you A knowing gleam In his eye That tells you The place you always come To lose yourself Is no longer Where you want to be “Princess” He says again, And somehow you can’t fathom How you have ever believed You were anything less It won’t be long After that That he will find you Again “Princess?” He asks, This time- You notice a waiver In his voice You feel him draw closer behind you Until he is a sto

Deep within the caverns of slumber a woman sits beneath a silver sky. Her eyes, in all of their coppery fervor, blaze into the feathery fluttering coming from above. When she speaks, her words thunder into the heavens. “But how will I know?” She cries, as a voice as still as the beginning of time slices through her rage. “You will know once you find the one whose tenderness absorbs the streams of your sorrow.” - With an inexplicable impulsion, a man presses forward through the many chambers locked away within his subconscious; his shallow spurts of breath quaking the silvery webbing shrouding the walls. Unrelenting,