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."
Pitch black and inky
Shadows crossing over one another
Footstep- heel clatter sonata
Insomniatic dreaming
Standing alone under streetlamps
Stars swaying with the slinking moon halo
singing.
Emptying the world pieces at a time
Just me and the umbra.
Amaranthine moonlight
Sounds making my fingertips twitch
Is it fear or impending compendium?
Beauty ethereal, longing for delicacy
busied with the somber plain.
Plaguing days of normalcy
restive, uneasy
Yearning to be more, see more, live. More.
More.
Huge worlds one after another.
exploding existence
eternally empty
and all of the gas stations say, “Sorry, we’re closed.”
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