My soul always approaches yours and I breathe you in the wind that brings the night to me. Your beautiful soul shines in the center of my heart and brings tender thoughts to my mind. Here I am, looking at each star, and voicing your name to each one. I confess to them how much I love you and how the stardust of your soul shines in the depths of your eyes. I tell them about the music that I always hear in your words just as they also hear the Moon's song. I reveal to them how magical your laugh is, like a mischievous comet that fills my sky with sparks. I confess how much I embrace you every day in my thoughts just like the mantle of the night embraces them, and how I keep the stories that you tell me like they keep the memories of the night in the brightness of their burning hearts.
As the sun hung overhead upon a late May sky I felt the burning on my skin as my yearning towards my sins pulled me deeper within your heartache. Play the music in your soul while the flotsam and jetsom of your being screams for bitter beings of a fire down below.
Breathe.
Surrender to the wilds of a bitter pill devoured inside a turning point embraced that your name is soon embraced and forgive the holy Father of a tone soon ensnared to a torment long embraced while your ludicrous emotions halt and stare and erase a morning glory now forgotten to the memories untrodden of a fire long forgotten while my words may seem unloving I'm so lost without a soul.
Where were you, where was I, where do these demon forms arise as we wrestle with the lies of the alcohol.
did you think this poem is about you?
did you think that this whisper floated along radio waves just to kiss your ear?
did you think after all this time your name still sits on my shelf
waiting to drink in the rain?
did you think my lips still wrap around your name?
did you think every Spring I traveled to your door in my dreams?
that I made the motions how the sun lays to bed
or how the grey wolf sighs at night?
do your fingers still search for the light
when you want to keep a secret in the place even God doesn’t know?
even now that dust has settled
and a new sun rises on an empty bed
the place between coming and going is dead
did you think this poem is about you?
it is.
and has always been
//did you think this poem was about you? by: alec prado//
//Photo Courtesy of: Karel Chladek on Instagram//
It's as simple and sublime as this: every day you have me smiling as if I swallowed sunbeams, and time with you is always well spent...only complaint being there's not nearly enough of it.
cw: nsfw implied in mint and viridian parts and kinda explicit in persian
aquamarine
we found a piece of glass by the sea
caressed by water and crusted by salt
like every wound of mine
traced with your lips
and cleansed with your tears
until all of my edges
were smoothed away
by your sheer presence
that night
you pierced the shard right through
and i plaited a beautiful tear-like bead
into your hair
honeydew
i can't remember a single word
of that made-up story i told you
to make your voice vibrate
with careless laughter
only the lump in my throat
when the early spring sun
teased your eyelids
and painted a halo around your face
over our pale green walls
mint
i spilled hot tea
all over my thighs
and after you treated me
with water cold like winter morning
you wrote
'please don't hurt'
over my fevered skin
with the tip of your
tongue
chartreuse
i froze in the middle of the street
helplessly captured by the sudden wish
to look into your eyes
so i tightened my grip on your hand
slightly raised the wide brim
of your flamboyant summer hat
and you caught my gaze
sweetly ablush
as i gently kissed
the tips of your
eyelashes
emerald
you knew this wasn't a real precious stone
a cheap pretty piece of colored plastic
(not eco-friendly too)
but still you gave me that necklace
fidgeting nervously, flustered and shy
saying how it reminded you of that
deep green transparent blouse i'd worn
and how it went well
with my golden skin
shimmering around my neckline
i saw it in your eyes
you weren't sure i'd ever wear it
while i knew i would hardly ever
take it off
viridian
the darkest mystery
resolves
as even the deepest parts
of my ocean
roar restlessly
under my palms
pine
let's have a picnic
he said
soaked wet from rich lavish rain
as we were hiding under a tree
cocooned in tight embrace of the forest
and then we had one
full of innocent romance
i was keeping him warm
and i gifted him
with the prettiest cone
i'd found
fern
he told me to make a wish
and i made him up
in my hands
in my mind
and desperately begged the rare flower
to bloom with our love
moss
fine membrans of skin
stretched over the arches
of your feet
blueish and almost lacelike
but you still walk bare
as you are
and the undergrowth
bursting with life
covers your path with
intimate caresses
that sense the same as those
of my wet lips
persian
my eyes were diving deep
into the greenest ocean
as i was fucking you senseless
letting myself go
you
pressed against the curtains
in my best friend's parents'
bedroom
me
tearing you apart
olive
whatever deity there is
for whatever reason
happened to gift me
with you
i called them l o v e
since then i'm a believer
and you're a blessed sapling
i'm bound to take care of
with everything life-nourishing
there is in me
— green palette // julzzz
poetic cycle 'the hues of us' - jules ed.
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