#havishams

[impressionistes]

adventure kids & hitchikers; soft, honeyed day dream memories  

[whtgrssboy]

They blow up the moon;

A firework in the dark

fragments of light rock

thrown into orbit

we couldn’t be satisfied with looking at the jewel of the solar system

through a telescope.

we weren’t satisfied with looking.

 The oceans never move anymore

the boats are useless now

beneath us the oceans

go

still

and one by one the fish disappear

in dire times i look to the photos of oceans

on Google Images

and they are big

and they dwarf

and they consume

 (but no longer)

 So i bear my breast for the Naked Sky

and the world around me goes still

the rings around the world

hurtling apologies towards us forever

boom!

boom!

boom goes the moon

boom goes everybody in front of it

she is insatiable in her memory and her misery

‘i existed once!

humans

and your stupid

unquenchable

hatred of distance’

she wishes she could heal

but she can’t stop gnashing her ancient

greek teeth

  At night the streetlamps

are all we have

all we ever had

there are children who are born to

unseeing skies

dead skies

they are carted home

under dead skies

their first sunset falls to

dead skies

every sky is dead

every sky is filled with bone

these days

 every dead

fucking

day.

 ‘what is light?’ You ask

‘beauty’ I reply

 The sun sets and we

are alone with all the things we feel

and there is nothing but emptiness and bones

but oh

the stars are beautiful.

 - ‘Moonlyte’, s.e.e

[herpetologics]

here for that poem!!!!! and well done omg omg xx

Omg thank you lovely!! 💚

[antigonick]

What’s the matter then? Nothing. It doesn’t matter. It should matter. It does matter.

Darshana Suresh, excerpt of Birds on a Power Line

[nickandros]

lagiocondas >> nefrertiti

goodbye leonardo i still love you move than ever but let’s be real nefertiti is my girl

[antigonick]

and so you wear their fear like a bridal veil.

Darshana Suresh, excerpt of A Plea from Shaking Knees

[antigonick]

never quite knowing what it means            to be alive.

Darshana Suresh, excerpt of [ UNSURE ]

[antigonick]

And the love? See-saw love. Waning- moon love.

Darshana Suresh, excerpt of Bombs & Blood & Pretence