“I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you. I want to ride in the swing of your hips. My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks, blazing your limbs into parts of speech. I want to whisper poetry into your mind and imprint love letters to your soul and dance with you in an empty white room of potential. Ink will flow through the fingertips of our tongues and the tongues of your fingertips will taste the words written on script. My heart will call out to yours and then we’ll be joined as one, big, beautiful, lyrical monstrosity, tangled within each other’s quotes and philosophies—- the heavens will shout down to us and the galaxies will stir. In that moment, our eyes will caress each others with the tenderness only star-crossed lovers can acquire. We’ll lift off the ground into the enigma of the stars and discover the crevices of the world in which we’ve never dared before. The palms of our hands embrace and brazenness replaces apprehension. Together, we’ll be invincible, we’ll wake the universe, they will hear our silent cries, and, holding onto Saturn’s mysterious rings, we will defy gravity.”
— Jeffrey McDaniel
7:31 am • 12 November 2012 • 2 notes
I like to write and occasionally I will post some of my writings & stuff from time to time. Though I have to warn you, they’re all suckish. I do try my best…
7:14 am • 12 November 2012
The sky. A shade of purple, with a tinge of dark blue amidst the violet clouds.
Stars. All scattered amongst the thick cloud in the vast expanse of loneliness.
To look for a star of your own, quite impossible isn’t it?
Considering the fact; there are thousands, millions- in fact, of stars lining up the sky.
Shining bright like a polished diamond.
A hint of unknown colour making its way through them.
White? Yellow? Blue?
I have yet to discover.
Each of them trying hard to get your undivided attention.
As if begging attentively.
Pleading desperately to tell you “I am your star.”
Even stars can be possessive.
It can be macabre, even.
The only light guiding you; the stars and the moon.
Of course, the moon.
When I was little, often I was told to look for a certain particular shadow engraved on the moon.
I thought it was impossible.
But as I grew up, I find myself still looking for it.
Lurking around to see for any signs of a darker shade on the bright coloured moon.
"Look for a shadow of a tree; illuminated. It’s always there."
I’ve never been in sight of one until now. But quite funnily, I believe in it.
Not only the sky.
You can actually feel darkness consuming you.
Surrounding you when you’re alone.
With your own mind, body and spirit.
Not a single soul around you.
That is when you feel darkness creeping.
Revolving around you.
Like the Earth revolving around the Sun.
Everyday. Without fail.
To no avail.
And you can’t seem to push it away.
Dark thoughts suffocating you.
Trying to find a way out of the mess- the monstrous maze you have created yourself.
Clouding your head.
Invading your little piece of mind.
Not even a spot of light can be seen now.
Making it much more difficult for it to find a way out.
You have no other choice but to embrace it.
Embrace the menacing darkness.
Deep down inside your head.
Knowing it will never go away.
And all your efforts go to waste.
As though they die in vain.
7:12 am • 12 November 2012