▲Personal Bliss▽

△fictional polaroids stitched with words; a chapter of poetry and inspiration▼ 

[intangiblewords]

Soft little girl tumble from a patch of weeds, poised and curled. Unfurl your blooming heart onto thicket of my lungs, articulate these discordant kisses upon the viridian world. Mould my blood into spheres, to strike with crimson animosity, the veils of chastising women in their ruffled aprons, as we flutter across their salmon tinted dwellings. We are bold against this muted nettle, a rapid bloom. But, your veins are running thin, my love; you're blending into green. Grasp onto my skin, before you set adrift into the rancid underbrush of coalesced reprobation. O, how the naive sink before they are seen.

[intangiblewords]

When love burgeons

Rhapsodic murmurs quilted upon tints of frizzled text; velvet enswathing misty pupils, staining our supple minds with placid undulations of euphonious blithe, we saturate our beings in polychromatic dyes of incoherent paronomasia and satirical banter, only when love burgeons.

- // i.w

[intangiblewords]

It all started with closed eyes And a feeling in my gut telling me I need to keep them shut the whole time 'Cause if they opened, even for a second, and I saw your lips They'd suck me in like black holes when they bend light And it was then I realized you were not my world You were my universe Sometimes when I look up, I see stars That cut through the sky and fade quickly into nothingness And I pray that you aren't as fleeting 'Cause when we're lying in roads, I get the same feeling That gravity will just turn off and I'll fall endlessly Into something much larger than I am And I wonder if that's what it feels like to die and If I'll ever understand god in my lifespan 'Cause I wanna see god I want to know what god feels like

 you said okay- flatsound

https://soundcloud.com/flatsound/you-said-okay

[rhapsodyinblue45]

Sometimes my words get frayed,

constricted within clenched fists,

spliced by a quarreling tongue

that fails to heed the susurrus

in the warmth of my velvet flesh.

Speech streaks through slivers

of opaque lines leaking ink,

seeping through my splintered mind,

heaving littered thoughts

between each shallow breath.

Tongue tied // Rhapsodyinblue45

10/28/17

[luna-t-es]

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You speak amaurotically.. not realising, I hang on your every word.. as I do with how I imagine each sonant puppeteers your jaw

I imagine how fecklessly you compose them from behind this screen that puts me hours ahead on the clock in a shapeless space that keeps secret how your words manifest as a language on the folds of my impatiently feverish features.

Quietly .. I’m losing all sense of proportion and savouring this resuscitating anticipation before this gush of blood throbbing at my fingertips quiets down to a disquiet bridging me back to sensibility.

Raison d'être

t.es.

[intangiblewords]

Distant Romance

We spill from satin buds of adolescence, a vivid contrast against the skeleton of the world, our lungs congested with the viscous nectar of memes and philosophical thoughts, cascading from our lips, engendering a phosphorescent combustion of serotonin within our touch. Sipping saccharine psychedelic screens of film and political comedic gold, we sail into a realm of cosmic cyberspace where you and I caress the tender fucked-up segments of our minds stitched with lewd abstractions and grotesque humor, entrenched into pigments of late-night conversations.

- // i.w.

[pareidoliaaa]

[intangiblewords]

“What’s the matter my dear, don’t you care for tea?” - The Mad Hatter

[intangiblewords]

Wear your words, little girl. 

[intangiblewords]

Secrets For Nicotine- Sheryl Chan 

Breathe into me lyrics of gold and tar. 

[intangiblewords]

“A general theory of oblivion” - José Eduardo Agualusa

[intangiblewords]

The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars

Insomniac, Sylvia Plath 

[intangiblewords]

Bold Desires

Delirious oscillations murmur across the streaks of lavender light stitched into a pale blanket of apricot, suspended coral fleece spun into a muted suffusion of descending mauve. There is a psychedelic amalgam of luminescence, a fibrous meld of electrifying radiation saturating my fastened frame as we plunge into a hive of distorted wafts of chatter in euphoric intoxication, consuming vivid hues of mellow dusk and the fragrant thrill of exuding adrenaline. An abrupt thrust reverberates through my figure as I am wrenched into reality, an irrepressible appetite diffusing through my thoughts, coarse against my tendons, a fierce violence of compulsion. I ache in hysteria to devour such ecstasy.

- // i.w.

[intangiblewords]

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My eyes rupture through the lens of ink obstructing my view, encountering the nauseating embrace of another veil of oblivion. Agitation: a miasma to my senses, it infiltrates my entity.  

Blotches of filtered light dissolve into my sight; phosphorescent photons of tangerine bleach the enclosed expanse encompassing me. I consume its revitalizing savor. I attempt to excruciatingly maneuver my frame forward, only to be shackled by the oxidized metallic restraints embedded into my wrists, heaving onto the fabric compressed against my mouth.

The soft violence of footsteps pervades through the drums of my ears, as my eyes lay waver over the indistinctly familiar slender physique materializing from the corner of vacant marble. She is a sprout in age. Her hair is a nest of tawn saturated in fluorescence; those frothy cobalt eyes, gazing at the livid sequin of bruises stitched across my bare hip, flutter in protest within sealed pockets of recollection enrooted within my mind.

Enveloping me in her arms, she enfolds me in the lingering aroma of reminiscence and I know we have met before. An implosion of sudden warmth unfurls from the depths of my abdomen, scorching through layers of intertwined blood vessels, the shrill maniacal cacophony of laughter lacerating through each thriving cell within me. Fear is colonizing in my bones, establishing a society of paranoia. Crimson blooms in stark hues, flicker across my vision; glimpses of her disfigured features contort into a derange smile, smeared with flecks of hysteria. The palpitations in my chest grow dense, grow lethargic. Thump...thump...thump...

"Goodbye, Mommy..."

- // i.w.

[intangiblewords]

Splintered Psyche

I quiver. Lingering between the the divide of a thousand macrocosms, our lips collide, saturating the rift with a vivid bloom of fervency. Sublime purity: your supple skin is imbued with the ink of crushed sapphire and an underlying wash of violet tanzanite hues, fluid ripples emanating throughout your delicate physique like creased satin, enveloped in a membrane of coarse iridescent scales, miniature prisms etched into your lithe arms. Our hearts oscillate with profound lust, a lust to merge into an existence of transcendent evolution. Your frame is unclad of cloth, and perhaps in another universe, I would've found you erotic. Tendrils of luminescence radiate in auroral ethereality from the roots of your scalp, hovering above your protruding collarbones, lewd within the gaze of sensual eyes. Fragrant currents infused with a pale blend of candied rose hip waft, enticing my lungs, a fleeting tartness. I observe beyond the obscene materiality of your figure, peeling apart layers of your flesh, so that I may inhale the essence of your being. Deliquescing within my palms, your soul regresses from scar to wound: an anti-metamorphosis of biological functioning. The silken tips of your fingers, peppered with flakes of gold, graze the curvature of my breast, mimicking the motion of mine. For the briefest of moments, my pupils rest upon the soft violence, embedded within the identical charred hollows of your skull, boundless in infinitude, and I am afraid.

- // i.w.

[intangiblewords]

Confined

Submerged in an ocean of white noise, I fleet between the rims of illusion, untethered, drifting amongst indistinct margins of realms unbeknownst to substantialness: a malconformation of space. Fragments of light rupture through pockets of reality as I impel my languid frame through a viscous stagnancy of carmine waves, dense like velvet cream. A pale sense of tangibility caresses my right palm. I gasp. The air is thin, fragile, like a draught of lace.  I am numb.

A mellow blur of magnolia bleeds into my vision, diffusing into corporeality. Extensive panels of spandrel glass, straining undiluted bars of light, fuse in perpendicular with barricades of tinted concrete. Withered daisy petals mildly waft astray from their terracotta pot emplaced on the driftwood board beside me; to kiss, with delicate subtly, the flaxen yellow cotton draped across my breasts, they waltz with the undulations of bleak zephyrs streaming from the window agape. Viridian acrylic renditions of foliage encased within ivory white frames, organized in a symmetric array emanate a desolate configuration of melancholic hues: I bathe in its bitter solitude.

A stark oscillation crescendo under the alabaster of my forearm. The fluid ticking of the analog dial glowering at me disperses within the feral quiver of my arms. A primal rage flourishes from within the void of my throat, distraught, spasmodic.

The frame fizzles- abrupt, violent. A surge. A pain. My lungs are thick- searing.  All is obscure. A muculent viscosity adheres to my nude frame- a gelatinous chartreuse, phosphorus against my submerged skin. My arms extend, propelling hysterically, constricted by a barrier of transparency.   Blooming into lucidity, a faint murmur of speech permeates my ears.

"Subject 50324 has acquired cognizance"

- // i.w.

[intangiblewords]

Escape

There is an indefinite murmur accruing in my chest. It passably solidifies. A breeze impales molecules of air, puncturing my lungs. I wheeze. Fatigue penetrates my limbs, infusing into my fibrous layers of muscle. Raw chunks of brittle ice seep into the frayed rubber padding shielding my feet from the smothered surface of damp loam, saturated with precipitation of the streaming cloudburst sprouting from the heavens overcast, laden with a blend of ashen hues bleeding into the monochromatic filtered landscape. A stretch of light briefly embeds itself into the blanket of grey, cleaving the neutral sheet of sky like ripped paper, propelling its inverted limbs towards the earth’s crust.

My mouth shrivels: a flare of warmth absorbs the moisture clinging to the hoarse walls of my desiccated throat.  Lashing against my pale flesh, clusters of drenched strawberry champagne strands whisk across my face. Clasping on to my swollen womb, my feet dart through the pillars of muted oak semi-illuminated chinks of dappled light. Images, pixels of profound terror, ingrain themselves into my vision: vulgar palms caressing my skin, violence imbued into its profane intent.  Please don't hurt me.

A bitterness permeates my tongue. We will survive.

I throb with life and it shall prosper in a land of liberation. I shall be emancipated from the shackles constraining me to the soil beneath my feet. My voice shall learn to bloom profusely into a world of acknowledgment. We will survive. We will survive.

Bang. “HALT”

All melds into a disoriented blur.

Pain erupts in a graphic plume, surging across my shoulder blade. Time plummets forth, coming to an abrupt halt. Terror seeps into my being, imbuing my cells with graceless intentions. Shifting my body mass towards left, I withdraw the stainless metallic semi automatic pistol, discharging a stream of bullets in frantic hysteria. A pitch detonates through the dense night. Hoarse, raw and brutal. A harmonious cacophony of sirens echo.

RUN. RUN. RUN.

Viridian swivels into a blur. I plunge past foliage. Thud. Thud. thud. A draft of languid energy implodes within my muscles. My heart fluctuates in accordance with their footsteps, gradually diminishing.

Please don’t hurt us…

We ascend across barbed coils, weaved into a 10 feet tall structure, wounds hewed into my skin. We escalate towards streaks of lavender light stitched into a blanket of apricot. We breathe, for the briefest of sweet moments, the enticing air of privilege.We are safe.

We are…

BANG. Unfurling from my abdomen, crimson flourishes through pleated satin, dripping on the soil of the oppressed: perforated muscle. A barbaric voice evolves from the depths of my throat, dissecting the patch of silence engulfing the distant pine. “PLEASE DON’T HURT US”

Freedom glides through my fingertips barely evading my grasp as I forsake the burden of fertility flourishing within me, witness to the withering blossoms germinating within my existence: I succumb to the snare of self interest. 

My body is confined to a new impairment: the impediment of regret dwelling within my mind, consuming my newfound liberty. I am but a slave to the guilt of my indiscretions, lonesome on foreign land. Motiveless, I will wander, engraved with the footprint of tragedy. Please don’t hurt me anymore…

- // i.w.