where the ripples run

lost in yesterdays, still thinking about you

[linusbenjamin]

I'm always gonna love you. I'm always gonna love you, too. LA LA LAND | 2016 dir. Damien Chazelle

[moonlightsdream]

FILMS IN 2023: → Chungking Express (1994) — dir. Kar-Wai Wong

[edilchristian]

[edilchristian]

pause

wet kisses

cascading down her neck

sumptuous circles

of seeping shapes

my lips are lavender

a hue darker than her eyes

pausing the moon

with its looming lights

in this endless second

of a melting melody

[edilchristian]

items from the store

Saturday afternoon went by.

my plans unbothered.

clans of decorations

from last year's dusty box

i hang near the window.

10 pictures i capture

to show them to my friends.

but they had the brand new items

i saw at the store

last evening

that i walked past...

[edilchristian]

near the bones

transparent cartilage at midnight

never felt this way before

blood clotting into tiny pixels

running under my skin

[edilchristian]

trepid

i s i t y o u

t h a t i h e a r?

f o l l o w i n g m e

i n t h e h a l l w a y s,

e v e r y n o w

a n d t h e n,

w h e n n o o n e

i s a r o u n d?

[edilchristian]

•i am a succulent desert plant• •the sun tries to pluck my last breath• •to make a denuded painting for the summer sky• •leaving me in the arid abyss of my pain•

[theadventureto-be]

I’ll love you again yesterday

Painting layers of sepia over 

all my yesterdays. Hoping that 

when I gain the courage to look back,

I will see more warmth than 

acrylic. I am slipping

through time zones. I am flickering

through the bent glass of

neon letters. A motion so fluid and sharp

that I can’t help but see my truth. Always waiting for 

an experience

with cool tones and

heavy shadows. Something I can rearrange

in my memory. A thought I can

set in a windowsill 

to warm in the lonely, afternoon sun. 

[edilchristian]

familiar.

i miss the familiar face

of my neighbourhood

these days,

a vespertine scent of change

lingers over the basketball court,

the nearby fences carry a grim look,

the red leaves high up the trees

are deceiving,

they turn away when i smile at them,

is it normal?

[edilchristian]

through a blunt rooftop incessant snowfall making chilly noises

[bluedusksandpinkdawns]

The other night purple-grey painted the night sky, But I couldn’t see if it was cloudless, or just a single mass of lilac cloud. 

It was dark, but not quite dark enough – I could still see my reflection in your garden pond (a distorted image, I remind myself, I have to), 

and the trees and the houses were black, silhouetted against the purple-grey sky. 

I wasn’t crying, but my cheeks weren’t dry, And I was thinking about all sorts of things: How quickly time disappears, and this overwhelming fear 

that I’ll look up, and three decades will have escaped me, and I don’t know how to use this shot at life I have, not really. 

There’s an ache in my stomach -   I can’t tell if it’s anticipation or fear, And I’m not sure if I want to know. 

I’m considering the versions of myself that live in other people’s minds, 

And thinking that maybe I can’t be the friend that you are, And will you still love me, If I can’t live up to the version of me you love? 

- And yet again, I’m not sure if I want to know

[edilchristian]

t.o.k.y.o. n.i.g.h.t.s.

i am torn in these tokyo nights,

longing for a beginning

where velvet promises hold onto me

forever,

but i am lost like a million others,

my voices get drowned

in the neon faces of the streets,

i can feel my soul drowning

and yet here i am

just hanging by..

[bewitchingdelusion]

breaking open

one day they'll find my bones.

your lipstick stains

decorating the space

between my joints.

turns out,

pain is just a symptom

of being alive.

how are you still so thirsty

after draining me dry..

the same easy intimacy as children,

with a different vibe.

your love makes me sick to my stomach.

waiting at the bar,

each time the door opens

i lose my cool.

i can't deny your charm,

late as always.

my heart starts weeping,

as your hand finds it's place on my thigh

under the table & noses

in a room full

of almost strangers.

i wonder

how much your friends know

about who we are.

[ell-hs]

"in this huge grey city,

on my own,

hundreds of years fall right over me,

i suffocate under a thousand stories,

of strangers,

and yours,

i wonder if you will come,

do i get to show you all this?"

[edilchristian]

leaves shedding color, our love turning pale

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald