harbinger!verse

space

i swallowed a bee and became a hive
i swallowed light and became a black hole

amputated dreams float around me
like balloons

my sadness is helium inflating me
my sadness is a robot that can only say 3 things
i hate you
i hate me
i hate everything

the kaleidoscopic alien inside of me
is breathing
is taking all my air

being a body is stupid and i want the moon for my birthday
but it’s so far away
but it’s so far away

I PONDER OF SOMETHING TERRIFYING CAUSE THIS TIME THERE'S NO SOUND TO HIDE BEHIND I FIND OVER THE COURSE OF OUR HUMAN EXISTENCE ONE THING CONSISTS OF CONSISTENCE AND IT'S THAT WE'RE ALL BATTLING FEAR OH DEAR I DON'T KNOW IF WE KNOW WHY WE'RE HERE OH MY TOO DEEP PLEASE STOP THINKING I LIKED IT BETTER WHEN MY CAR HAD SOUND THERE ARE THINGS WE CAN DO BUT FROM THE THINGS THAT WORK THERE ARE ONLY TWO AND FROM THE TWO THAT WE CHOOSE TO DO PEACE WILL WIN AND FEAR WILL LOSE THERE'S FAITH AND THERE'S SLEEP WE NEED TO PICK ONE PLEASE BECAUSE FAITH IS TO BE AWAKE AND TO BE AWAKE IS FOR US TO THINK AND FOR US TO THINK IS TO BE ALIVE AND I WILL TRY WITH EVERY RHYME TO COME ACROSS LIKE I AM DYING TO LET YOU KNOW YOU NEED TO TRY TO THINK I HAVE THESE THOUGHTS SO OFTEN I OUGHT TO REPLACE THAT SLOT WITH WHAT I ONCE BOUGHT CAUSE SOMEBODY STOLE MY CAR RADIO AND NOW I JUST SIT IN SILENCE

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aphrodite and persephone sit together
pressed too close their breath mingling
eyes shining
what is love
persephone asks and aphrodite chokes on her tongue

love to her has always meant sunlight and a dark haired girl with red lips and wild eyes who sits
pressed too close
love is her hands as she dances in the sand by the shore
her feet that kick up the surf when she spins and laughs with pure joy

aphrodite says
love is soft and pink and flutters like the heart of a dove
when love has always meant blood and shark teeth and firelight

persephone nods because aphrodite just described herself and persephone loves her fawnsoft hands and hair like gold and the way her smile starts just at the corners and then spreads
a flower blooming

when persephone is lead in by hades silver tongue and spider traps aphrodite watches and feels her dove heart die a tiny sobbing death

persephone returns yes

but aphrodite says
what is love
and she answers
it is roots and darkness and the taste of pomegranates
because she has a husband now and it won’t do to live in silly childhood fantasy dreaming of kissing the inside your best friends wrist just to know the taste of her skin

aphrodite nods because persephone has a husband now and it won’t do to wonder what your best friend feels like pressed to every inch of your body or what it would feel like to press yourself to every inch of hers

and besides
she worries what she would do if persephone still tasted like pomegranates

—  the worst tragedy is a goddess made of love who’s heart is broken

this simplicity
of honest conversation
words traded
exchanged between two
offered even as gifts
humble treasure
for one another
that keep for eternity
inside the heart
and with each word
she whispered hope
while he spoke trust to her
an intimate communion
between broken souls
a beautiful blank canvas created
to embellish freely with love
he had an intrinsic ability
to colour her mind
with a magical brush
he painted for her
a brilliant night sky
each word he left
was a star added
that scattered light
illuminating
even her darkest hours
while she gracefully placed
her fragile words
within his hands
so that throughout the day
while they were apart
he could paint his own clouds
to add her delicate softness
and filter the hash sun
of his reality


Brie • a canvas shared

@knockknockinginthedark is ready to suffer

█ ▌ The cold air kept Alastair walking at a quick, steady pace. By now, it was as if he knew the way by heart, following his instincts to take him through the forest he knew so well. It was always a new experience, trying to find his way to the Lodger’s home, but it was an experience that was predictable, sensible, strange but familiar. The path may have been different, but the eerie fog and the heavy air was the same.

There it was - a looming figure against the overcast sky and a horizon of dead trees with branches curling like claws. Perhaps it was fitting that today, everything would look so dreary. After all, it was going to be a difficult, yet enlightening, experience. Alastair had a serious conversation to have with his dear friend; he only hoped he would react well.
    Somehow, he felt ‘well’ was expecting quite a bit.

Three steady knocks on the door, just as always. A heavy sigh and two gloved hands rubbing together to fight off the cold. Alastair waits, eager to see his friend but hesitant, for he knew how difficult this would be.
         He only hoped this did not hurt their precious friendship. █ ▌

@quinnharleyx

“Well, hm… okay.” Harley pulled away, feeling a bit awkward. Did Lexa just not feel attracted to her anymore? The blonde kissed her cheek before starting to get dressed again.

“Harley, no, stop…” Lexa said quickly pushing herself up and stared at the blonde. “Hey… come back here, please. I love you, baby, I just… Come lie down with me, Harls.”

cosmic creatives

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cultural creatives, you

moving through the stratosphere,
digable planets, cool like that

seeking to fall into orbit
with some body heavenly, lured

by its atmosphere’s pull,
you spin over to a social network

seeking Titans to your Saturn,
Larissas for your Neptune

like rhymes in your rune, so to speak;

…to find many have their own destinations,
too rare air for your gravitation

& the stars all around only serve to confound
if none want you in their constellation

as planets, not a nova, bound over & around,
never exploding in a great conflagration;

your terra-bound messages thought muted and cryptic
they rotate away in a fading elliptic

& silent skids that accrete as they depart
leaving striated scarstreams across your heart

that wound as you return to your galaxy’s shell
and devolve into a planetary hell;

that’s all you conceive as your soul’s destiny
an outgrowth of seeing the glass half empty..

creatives, there’s much greater for you to foresee;
create your own visions & set yourselves free.
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Holidays in Your Heart, chapter 2

Summary:  “The baby is already kicking, awoken by her stillness after having let her sleep through the night, and it intensifies everything, the reminder of how far they’ve come, that life grows within her even though she almost lost her own less than two years ago.” Castle brings the Christmas season to Beckett while she’s on bed rest. A Pulse Sequel.