impossibilities
you.
some kind of figment,
( balanced in purple hands )
in a dream world where
things are hazy and warm
this.
somehow we've ended up here,
in the space of a breath
( how could our faces be this close together )
it's wrong and unreal and a
little bit
lovely
we.
exist in a wide open space
with room to breathe, so far
away
in the right ways
and
you believe in me, i think
that.
a dream is a dream is a dream,
and it doesn't mean a thing
( ? )
our bodies
untouched
dream.
is it so wrong to think
impossibilities
Sexy Brained Writers.
Hello, Writers and Dear Readers.
On the channel today, we go into the road west, spam, new writers, and brains, art, and all things dear to us. Here's the link. Mentioned authors tagged in the comments below.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y5Ep6dFgyjQ&t=56s
And...
As always...
Thank you for being here.
-The Prose. team
You called me by my name
maybe I have been here before
walking on wooden ladders,
and climbing the moon
perhaps Jupiter was my other home,
maybe I have been here before
sailing on ice cubes
in the tallest glass of life
perhaps, stardust powdered both my skin
and my heart
invisible tapestry of constellations
in the shapes of fallen suns
reflecting of my eyes
maybe I was made of rain dew
and lemon-drops,
my soul
colored with pastels
and flirtatious butterfly smiles,
perhaps, me and the darkness were good friends
lights like summer braids
woven into my hair,
and mixing with navy-blue ash
maybe I have been here before
and you whispered
my name so well,
you called me love
and climbed the moon
with me
hyperactive matter, softness, and this soul in between
I immerse myself in the sun
swallowing gold
within tattered lungs
gravity no more than a delicate red string
in a child's
soft chubby hands ,
my body lifts and pivots in a boundless spell
swirling somersaults
on the edge of the light
cutting air between oxygen and lost time .
I am something yet unsaid
lifetimes
of dying stars
fireworks waiting to be lit
I immerse myself in the sun
I swallow myself up
starting creation at day one .
reinventing structural walls
the blueprints
to my soul
Yeah one of those days...
Today is one of those days
Where I smile
When my insides are tearing up
Where I beg the air to be considerate
Before my tears well up
Where I talk
But actually want someone to listen
Where I try to be jolly
Without having a vision
Where I hope I make it alive
While wishing I don't survive.
×∞ Adin
15 July 2022
one foot in the sea
seaweed in my mouth
like dry lips
i'm not what it's meant;
illusion.
birdbath heartbeat, all
nervous. obscene.
as if eyelashes could cure
the taste of salt on my
gooseflesh
rippled and greedy and dry
like seawater,
mermaid-hair noose,
tugging at me all my life,
one foot in the sea.
one foot in the sea,
eyes on
passing clouds.
