AMARANTHINE.

there are constellations within this chaos.   /   mia. she/her. i write poems.

[starwove]

i face you at a cliff's edge, barely breathing my throat is hallowed and sore and frozen from my ragged confession it burns with the cold of you.  wintered veins twist betwixt beating blood red as your heart it bears no more warmth, does it, darling i set my love free like a bird  upon the frosty mountain's top i sit there, screaming my soul singing sirenic hymns echoing the songs you once gave me hoping it will reach the sun in time every word that slips from my lips releases the tender flames you once gave me candles of hope and delight the contentment of my soul, fleeing, fleeting now, freezing as spring decays once more there is a state of grace,  for a moment, i grow accustomed to the cold, i feel free within the icy winds, wrapping themselves around me bittersweet replacements of what could have been i remain suspended in the air, seemingly safe my lungs breathe i inhale winter it seeps into my bones, my veins, my heart my body is not cold, it is merely empty i set my love free like a flame and so i am left to sleep teetering on the edge between seasons i have nothing left to say you have taken my words and frozen them.

WINTER SONG.  is love alive ? | © k.

[thebluesthour]

blue word of the day: 

Semayawi (adj., amharic), blue, literally, “of the sky”

[wordsnquotes]

mångata

An untranslatable word with Swedish origins, mångata is defined as the shimmering and ethereal road-like reflection of the moon on water. (via oiseauperdu)

[starwove]

I blame the heartbreak like people blame the earthquakes. And the floods and the fires and the hurricanes and storms instead of themselves, for destroying their own world.

NATURAL DISASTERS. i’m cracking at the faultlines, darling. | © k.

[iconicgirls]

[hirxeth]

“I'm going to Paris and I’m going to smoke and listen to Jacques Brel and wear black. And I won't speak, ever.”

An Education (2009) dir. Lone Scherfig

[starwove]

My beautiful darling -  there will always be constellations in your words. in your lips. in your eyes.

STARBOY. icarus, the sun never was your true love. | © k.

[stuff-from-web]

[antifainternational]

If fascism could be defeated in debate, I assure you that it would never have happened, neither in Germany, nor in Italy, nor anywhere else. Those who recognised its threat at the time and tried to stop it were, I assume, also called “a mob”. Regrettably too many “fair-minded” people didn’t either try, or want to stop it, and, as I witnessed myself during the war, accommodated themselves when it took over … People who witnessed fascism at its height are dying out, but the ideology is still here, and its apologists are working hard at a comeback. Past experience should teach us that fascism must be stopped before it takes hold again of too many minds, and becomes useful once again to some powerful interests

Franz Frison, Holocaust survivor, 12th December, 1988, as quoted in AFA Ireland’s statement on the routing of Pegida in Dublin on 6th February 2016. (via zuiol)

[starwove]

The world is missing your poems so, I will write a whole book in hopes that its verses will fill the hole that you have left in my universe.

STARS COLLAPSED.  my personal delusions. | © k.