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Ink and DiamondsWe used to go down to the lake. The lake of inky water with a surface that shimmered at dawn and glittered at dusk, like a pit of tar covered in crushed diamonds. We tread with careful paces; the bare soles of our feet snapping twigs. Standing in the deep and dark that surrounds me, but does not swallow me, that's when I can finally breathe. Breath like a cedar tree, deep and airy from paper bag lungs in a rib-cage of ivy. If roots could grow from my skin and burrow into the loose sand of this lake I would never leave, and I would never be alone.Ink and Diamonds by *TalkativeMute
We used to sing with the birds. Voices like clocks and golden cellos. We were like a symphony,
Shoes of lead, little candorImpalpable silence,Shoes of lead, little candor by *TalkativeMute
Beating me into the ground
Vibes that ricochet off nothing
And my sunken heart
Flickers its beats
And tumbles down
Past my feet
Which stopped dancing
And started walking long ago
(I'm not quite sure why
But I never stopped)
Walking with shoes made of lead
Sometimes I need a little candor
Need a little silence;
Carve and hallow me out
So lies just sit inside me
And never break to the outside;
Leave me treading through dust and snow
(sometimes I need to think for infinity)
Others moment I need to run to
Searching for an inkling of truth;
Forgot that come morrow
All those troubles will be dragging behi
Anatomybreath like cedar treesAnatomy by *TalkativeMute
roots wrapped around your lungs
constricting yet supple
foliage that does the breathing for you
pine needles in your veins
the pulse of rosewood and birch tree forests
pounding in your chest
battle of a thousand piece consciousness
steps like the footprints of a mountain
when the soles of your feet
and the soul of your essence
have rooted themselves to the ground
with branches like wind on its way
to other worlds
the frame of skeletons
with ribcages of ivy
a spine made from innocence
with the grace of your presence
carried by dragonflies
hands that grasps the sky
and juggle crescent moons
fireflies
Promises for a FoolDeath lied to her.Promises for a Fool by *TalkativeMute
It told her walking barefoot through the forest would be as safe as a fairy tale. It said her skeleton was strong as steel, that windstorms would not break her bones. Death made her reckless; death made her a daring, rule-breaking dreamer who lived in a house of cards.
Winter deceived her.
Winter told her it meant no harm, told her all she needed was a jacket made of thistles to protect her from its sharp bitter claws. Winter turned her skin pale, her lips blue. Winter nearly killed her, it weakened her. Winter played a dangerous game, but it never lost, Winter was cunning, Winter was a cheater in a game with no rules.
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DustThis desert is a lonesome placeDust by *TalkativeMute
No one walks here anymore
There used to be a traveler
Who wandered these shattered stones
He sang to the birds
And cried to the rain
But his salvation never came
The silence is a cold that kills
Those footsteps are no more
And never does the stillness break
Now that the traveler’s been turned to bones
He fell to his knees
A final plea
And the singing of the birds is gone
Flickeringthe forever hush of december airFlickering by *TalkativeMute
a choir of doves weaves flowers through my hair
and the softness of silence still and alone
the hush of the soul right down to the bone
the words of a poet on the back of my eyes
droplets of ink slowly blot out the skies
and the whisper of stillness fresh and alive
when your body is weak but your essences survives
the faeries of summer can build my bones up
binding the sinews with honey from a golden cup
and the forest of demons traps lives in his hands
the lights flicker out and darken these lands
Ink and DiamondsWe used to go down to the lake. The lake of inky water with a surface that shimmered at dawn and glittered at dusk, like a pit of tar covered in crushed diamonds. We tread with careful paces; the bare soles of our feet snapping twigs. Standing in the deep and dark that surrounds me, but does not swallow me, that's when I can finally breathe. Breath like a cedar tree, deep and airy from paper bag lungs in a rib-cage of ivy. If roots could grow from my skin and burrow into the loose sand of this lake I would never leave, and I would never be alone.Ink and Diamonds by *TalkativeMute
We used to sing with the birds. Voices like clocks and golden cellos. We were like a symphony,
Winter's HandWinter claws, and bites and kills,Winter's Hand by *TalkativeMute
And thinks, and talks, and whispers,
still
I am made of sunlight
Winter taunts, and laughs and threats
And sneers, and chants and second glance,
Yet
I exhale moonlight
Winter stands, to rise and fall,
It's time has come, its sorrow calls,
And sprinting takes away the cold
Brings light back to our sorrowed souls
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