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Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
almost home
Love Begins
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Peter Solarz
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music.
the tranquility of an incarnation of loveliness all I know is when to take breaths the spacious leisure of death hangs in the depths of the abyss we don’t know too much just the courage of life the pulse of our heartbeats and the pageantry of love over the mute landscape of time
Stillness.
old habits are hard to break haunts from a century still folded I have secrets which hiss on the end of a serpent’s tongue and tides that break my flame when done his beauty his breath remain masked within my soul clinging to my ribcage
moments of me.
I am a silent griever of my bones that melt each somber breath, sometimes I am red and half the moon gets curled around my rib cage, a junction of death and art dancing to tiny beats of time, my conversations repeat somewhere between absorbing interest and the heart of a romantic, a cornucopia lives deep within my lungs on a full eloquent rhythmical night where I catch words between my breaths and I bite my lip in feverish affection… I simply talk too much and at times I feel as if there is a secret ocean hidden deep within my chest where I rediscover it every day
the lilacs.
tangle me into the love of your words I was stronger yesterday amidst the soft wind and vibrations of humming waters I was stronger yesterday sweet as the summer cascades of nightfall upon my breath and divine simplicity I was stronger yesterday of lilacs in blowing with curl’d moons and enchantment beneath the seas bring me home…
his sky.
he gave me his sky the one that melts the brim of earth to shake my crimson glory of a summer sun ending way too soon the one that outpours a tenderness with wild fragrances setting my heart aflutter with romance lingering in mid sentences he gave me his sky and the opulence of his soul to pull my body to him to nourish me and wait for the cold winter spell
conversations in graveyards.
like troops in ghostly mist that march on cobblestone roads amongst the villages where time stood still tis the pounding of the tenth beat, illuminating the darkness I can hear the call of your heart, coming home in sweet surrender, death not know
Ahhh… a good one for this time a year
conversations over tea.
he was a pageant of the empire a murmur off the wind was his gentle sound of stillness knotted full of daisies and pure as prayer, he defined what was desire a soul wavering in the valley of his shadow and heavens breath and all that is consuming my silly musings I never spilled to one’s own thoughts can be a prison but yet he was hues of my prism collected by the open sky in the horizon that is begging him to stay
lungs.
I don’t want to know how the moon glistens under this earth or how the sky chases each star to wink towards the heavens or how the universe helps us collide with our fate I just want to know how your breath will detail my skin
borne.
biting the words of an unquestioning devotion it was intense clothed in the bliss of his arrogance and bartering my own judgement at times I was left sheathed in my own wake a little too early as redemption came in glory of my strength and my virtue impassioned and knocking on fates door to once again feel the power of this universe
graves of poe.
l. my mortal image a wintry sheath of sovereign thoughts surging like a tempest within my veins ll. it was the dark root of a nightly forest with tangled paths like breaking stone lll. you dug me out of those trenches and loved me back to health lV. a suffering servant thine godly priests I did not believe V. a soul returning from death? Vl. you have nourished my breath softly whispering with pieces of my heart a feeble murder land Vll. you made it wholly again
Happy Halloween 🎃 my pretty’s 🖤
bones to bones.
it was the serene harmony of mood to my spirit the longing voice hushed in whispers to breath wrapped in a distant intensity wearing anxiety like a coat that was melted to my skin time passed unseen and it was as if exquisite played conjunction to my balance the vacant fields murmuring into the deep and I remain this still voice of a poet
meditation.
when I couldn’t turn back it was on the edge of living counting the hollow of each of my breaths my silent gave idle hope the sound of empty shadows on the eve of a winter cold and stung like a lash to my skin brittle bones joined in and I was carved in replica of her lips as stone to murmur in the wind it came the gentle sounds stillness in the deeps of desire
the gardens.
you inspire dirty thoughts in me the kind that makes you want to fuck life’s monotony out of your soul the kind that makes me want your hands in places where they shouldn’t go I think I drank excessive amounts of you which might have contributed to my blurriness and warm thoughts in any case these secrets shall remain deep inside
smell of rain.
I’ve never collected scars until I made love to you they bled all over my bones, and stained my soul when they were still ingrained on my lips I would lick them, and I could still taste the sweet moments of your melancholy... it would hold my breath in, suffocating my lungs until I finally choked out the dust of moth wings letting go was the best part
mad love.
an old bookstore down a cobblestone road away from the flow of a moonlight glance a blossom enchantment to quench the appetite where a voice is as unknown as the region
when I say your name.
at times when I feel this desperation, and maybe it is still so raw, I can feel the blood in my mouth…