The World as Seen Through an Artistic Lense

poetry, art, photography

[the-artistic-lense]

5.31.17 3:05 pm

You are the ocean, A turning tide, A storm with skin, Hurricanes rage in you. You are beautiful, Calm waters, Still seas, And a thousand shades of blue. I am the moon, A lonely observer, Cold and silent, Pinned to the night sky. Surrounded by stars, I long for the earth, I dream of your depths, You are beauty personified. You and me, The moon and sea. Each longing for the other, We reach for each other, So far apart, But close at heart. I reach for you, I pull the tide; You reach for me, Unsatisfied. Me and you, Ocean and moon.

[the-artistic-lense]

6.10.17 2:05 am

The stars will weep with me tonight, But the man in the moon Shifts his eyes to avert my gaze. He turns to me a familiar cold shoulder, Leaving me in darkness, The only comfort I’ve ever known, The very thing I call my home. The steady Drip Drip Drip Of salty tears Turns from puddle to pond, But I, unmoving, pay it no mind As it rises to and above my throat. Gratefully I let the monster in, For I find comfort in the black tar That fills my tired lungs. I cannot tell if this suffocating sickness Comes from without Or from within my very core. Perhaps I am made of darkness And freckled with starlight.

[danger]

[the-artistic-lense]

7.2.17 2:08 am

Hold me in the morning air When the sun peaks over the horizon. Hold my body Clothed only in the soft sunlight That filters through the curtains. Wake me with your kisses, Soft and sweet against my skin. Let your hands glide over my curves, Become familiar with the way Our bodies fit so perfectly together, As if we were made from the same mold. Memorize every freckle, Every mole, Every bump, And every scar That decorates my body, For each is a star Forming constellations in my night sky. My skin is a ballroom, So let your fingers dance. May your touch be the thing That wakes me, For if I do not wake with you Then I would much rather stay dreaming.

[elysianink]

excerpt from “beauty” // abby

[crap-im-gay]

kink: cute people telling me i’m cute

[fourthell]

[goodreadss]

Don’t look away. Look straight at everything. Look it all in the eye, good and bad.

Henry Miller (via goodreadss)

[tullipsink]

[summer-ville]

My heart is a rose garden. The thorns are the heartbreaks I’ve grown from. They make everyone who pass tread lightly. The roses will call out your name but the thorns will push you away. I stopped creating sunshine they can grow from long ago. But you are a cloud clearer. A spark that has brought back the sun. The roses are reviving. The color to their petals has returned. You are my garden keeper And my thorns have welcomed you in. You can plant your seeds and take root however you please. We shall make a garden together where both our hearts will reside. And soon enough our roots will be so deep that no amount of digging could uproot them. And each thorn will fall away because all the heartbreaks have been forgotten with you in the garden.

-s.b (via summer-ville)

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[strangestdays]

[zazdrosna]

[outcrying]

[tullipsink]

dreaming about you

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[dirtsnakes]