Amelia. 19. College dropout. Writer. Striving and failing artist. Music. Singing. Female. Bisexual. Hopeless Romantic. Smoker, joker and midnight toker. Poet. Tattoos. Piercings. Cats. Architecture. Interior Design. Travel. Books. Reading. Surrealism. Dada. Literature. Punk. Shows. Seattle. Mix CDs. Art History. Recovering addict.
"Meet me where the planets align and kiss stratosphere. Where we collide, bodies toppling in serene embrace. Eclipsing and orbiting with truths of love resting on satin lips and trembling fingers. Meet me here."
Mother of my mind, there is something more
We are darkness, we are stars
Lips as fleeting as the wind
I am the word.
The word plays
Subjective marvelous
Speaking for something with nothing,
in my head, hands and heart
Repeating days, longing for more
Shrouded in clouds of mind sweat
Barefoot goddess princesses-
Infinity incarnate
Maidens of land, my soul is on fire!
Combustible pieces, tetris of bodies
to stardust and space clouds
Metamorphosizing, capsizing.
Awakened eyes, united in birth
Hollow hands wail in bitter wind
Take it from me.
Dare to take
Dare.
Feeling fragile and false
in empty nights and lonely tomorrows.
Blank pages still left to fill.
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