A Mortal

her; wanderer without a home

[highonstarlight]

I’d rather die of passion than of boredom

-Van Gough

[highonstarlight]

I am not a love song babe

I am the death chime

I am not a waltz piece

I am a death twirl

I am not a sweet delight

I am the hedonism of blood

I’m not a warm embrace

I am the frigid touch

I am never pleasurably overlooked

I am painfully unforgettable

I am not the venom, nah

I am the drug you can’t let go

I am not your lover’s kiss, sedate and lovely

I am the black mamba’s kiss, passionate and deathly

-the reprobate femme fatale

[highonstarlight]

I wish i could question the seagulls

I would ask them how it felt to own the entire vast sky to themselves while the air slides past them enveloping them in it’s coldness, warming them?

I would ask them how it felt to look around and all you could see was the blueness stretching past wide?

I would ask them how it felt to glide in the nothingness?

I would ask how it felt to be free and caged between the sky and the ocean?

I would ask how it felt to ogle everything from such heights?

I would ask how it felt to find calm in all that loneliness?

I would ask how it felt to soar among the clouds and not feel remorse for us unfortunate?

I would ask how it felt to touch the clouds and be a witness to their shape shifting?

I would ask them if the sunset up there had different hues of yellows and blues?

I would ask how it felt to be touched and kissed by sun?

I would ask and ask and ask until i was able to feel all of it as if i were one of them.

-the volitant

[thewildetyme]

“We are all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side.”

— Khalil Gibran

[highonstarlight]

“But aren’t you scared of falling in love?”

“I am, but i wonder how it’d feel like.

Would it feel like drowning in the ocean of those overwhelming feelings or would it feel like falling off the cliff of your heightened reasoning?

Would it feel like being buried under the soil of your earthen love or would it feel like flying in my love story fantasies?

Would it feel like showering droplets of my existence on him or would it feel like speeding along the track of your bloodied threats?

I don’t know but I’ll give my whole to find out.”

[highonstarlight]

I will bathe in the moonlight to reminisce you and ask my feet to follow the rhythm of yours

I’ll beg the stars to align to trace your facial features and request the air to touch the way you did

I will drown in the abysses to experience the way my heart drowned in your love and hew my chest to feel the way your words sliced my warmth

I will do this and more to relive the yearning and pain, darling

[highonstarlight]

"Why is life so unjust?"

"Darling, it's not the life that's unjust, it's death. Death's jealousy for life draws a veil of indifference and cruelty in front of its eyes. Death itself can not stand all the appreciation that life receives while we curse death, so it makes it unworthy. It makes life unworthy by taking away the only thing that makes it worthy, amiable; love. It takes away your love because once love is departed, you get fond of death, you crave it. And that's what it wants, it wants you to beg for it the way you beg for life."

[highonstarlight]

“But you have never been in love?” He asks

“Because I am soo in love with the idea of love that the yearning for this imaginary thing illuminates my insides, that the warmth of this fantasy warms my soul, that the nurturing of this neverworld fosters my eyes, that the pinks of this sky sates my void, that the direction of this wind guides me to eternity. “ I reply staring into him, trying to peek into his soul because maybe this idea of love won’t remain a mere idea if i could just sneak into his heart and visualize his confession, feelings and instill his love for me maybe I would feel this dream, just maybe.

[along-the-meadow-path]

Studio Ghibli + Holding Hands

[highonstarlight]

I give up

I give up hold of the last thread of love that attached me to you;

I give up the last of my tears that connected me to your memories;

I give up the last of my steps that guided me to you;

I give up the last of my words that traced my love to you;

I give up the last of my moments that secured me to you;

I give up the last of my sights that exhibited you;

I give up the last of my people who bound me to love;

I give it up my love;

I give you up my love.

[usersinirli]

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[king]

[highonstarlight]

Angel or devil, you fathom

She is the

God’s commandment

Heaven’s mouthpiece

Angels hymn

Saint’s devotion

She is the

Devil’s daughter

Hell’s roar

Harps melody

Sirens song

[themindmovement]

“I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.”

— Kahlil Gibran, The Madman

[highonstarlight]

Trapped like a butterfly who can see the outer world through the glass but is forbidden to trespass the boundaries because it’s view of the situation is limited to it’s eyes.

So it struggles to break the logic and pass through the glass not realizing that the loophole exists not in the logic but in it’s panorama.

- the reincarnated

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

Meditation On The Threshold: A Bilingual Anthology Of Poetry, ‘Dido’s Lament’ by Rosario Castellanos

[highonstarlight]

“You are strong, powerful and enough”

“I know I am. I know I am strong, I am powerful but it had a cost. The cost of my heart. It’s been broken into so many tiny pieces that when I sat down to put it together my hands started bleeding and now it is pointed, scathed; nobody can advance without being hurt severely “ she says squaring her shoulders but swallowing down the unshed words down her throat along with the tears, longing for his touch but keeping a distance because he deserves better

“Then let me be the one because I am ready to approach you and to glide my hand along the length of your heart wounding myself beyond repair and bleeding to death by your side because I am not strong and powerful enough to let you go and certainly not enough to help you heal but perhaps to die before you with your image as my final fantasy of the life.” He says caving in, falling into a deep well of despair of but clasping the thread of love as though it was his voucher to life

-the altruistic