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the only moment we were alone.flames lick the night and flicker and dance to wild rhythms spinning out of galloping heartbeats. tingling hands; excitement, swallowed back into our lungs explodes in fireworks, echoes amongst the ancient trees, awakening the child's dream that's been hiding, all along, behind our glowing eyes, and we can feel it bursting into life. and somewhere in my mind, the patter of cold feet stumbles on the silence like eyelids on summer heat. your hand grips mine tighter, and you raise your marble eyes, which with pine needle eyelashes paint stars onto the night, and they burn; burn, lthe only moment we were alone.
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poetry?it's all just playing with sonics, i was once told, but i never really knew what it meant. it made me sad, and it made me cry and i stared at you with glowing eyes and trembling lips, too afraid to open them but you understood me. we spent the night together and barely uttered a single word, but the touch of warm lips on cold flesh and our rhythmic movements on sweat soaked sheets said more than we ever could. i remember you tried to show me a beautiful place once and the colours were dull and the winds shrieked,poetry?
by ~cactusfish
Mantramantra. ancient rhythms pulse through this body, convulsing... controlling...Mantra
I sleep on sacred soils, senses sailing in the salty morning mist. I wake to warm waves breaking on my toes, gently washing away
stray grains of sand. overhead the cry of graceful cranes calls me to life.
breathe in, breathe out. gently let the smoke in, fill your lungs, take their shape, become part of them, lift, lift, lift...
I trail down narrow streets, alive with the sweet scents of spices, fruits, incense, bu
by ~cactusfish
A Summer trip...A Summer trip to the Buddhist temple by the sea.A Summer trip...
"Speak only if it will be an improvement on silence" a book once told me, and each letter swam on the page.
It reminded me a little of the goldfish, darting in the comfort of slowly overflowing rivers
where they truly belong.
It reminded me a little of the notes I wrote to you, now lost to the wind like abandoned prayer flags,
each one an ocean of irregular creatures, creating a fusion of different shapes, sizes, colours, disguises, all of th
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| My main passion is music, I play the guitar and the piano and enjoy composing. I listen and am influenced by almost everything around me. I try to write occasionally, but haven't done so in ages. |
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- Interests: Guitar, music, philosophy, physics, astronomy.
- Favourite movie: Hero
- Favourite band or musician: Pink Floyd.
- Favourite genre of music: Everything from Folk to Prog Metal
- Favourite poet or writer: Pablo Neruda, Charles Bukowski
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