funeral water by soulvacation5, literature
Literature
funeral water
how you must have suffered
getting to know me and
my imperfect substance.
you never liked the gown
I always wore-
even when pulled it up over
my head-
exposing your name in letters
made of left over spit
across my breasts.
how it must have pained you
while your fists created
that deep purple river-
displayed so creatively
across my stomach.
in warlike form,
I'll stand on the bank
and wait while
you strangle hope.
first, let me remind you that
under the rock,
by the steps that lead to the water,
you'll find the gun I hid-
for I was sure that I
would have killed myself that day.
my thoughts of you by soulvacation5, literature
Literature
my thoughts of you
they palpitate and stir,
spurn and sneer,
over steeps and peaks,
through time and space,
then fall-
bleeding out
like a double death
of creatures so vast,
they stamp out the sun.
somewhere there are tornadoes
spinning and thrusting
across the plains.
somewhere a thunderstorm dies.
somewhere I'm begging a stranger
to assault me-
just so I can remember what it's
like to be touched.
Harvest by soulvacation5, literature
Literature
Harvest
I remember many days perhaps
not intended for me.
they were harvesting days,
in fields,
in towns where little boys
won't sit in cheap seats.
on winding roads,
I would walk,
naked and cut;
mouth full of salt and blood,
wearing the necklace
carefully formed
by my mother's tears.
had I waited for the
dark, dripping, dampness
of winter,
I would have missed
the sight of you
rising from the dust,
fingers at my throat,
grasping the pain
that encircled my neck,
never fully taking hold.
you should have saved me.
had I waited,
maybe the aroma of
the smoke-filled skies
would have led me to
a town where little boys
never c
it's 3:42 A.M. by soulvacation5, literature
Literature
it's 3:42 A.M.
In a deep sleep, I walk
down hallways of your house
in search of you,
my freedom-
the one that makes
my world seem okay.
through frozen eyelids,
I watch a formless silhouette
dance on every wall
thrashing its arms at
dead moss on your doorway.
with a sudden halt,
like a gasp at the gallows,
I step back
while dead bees form
the red carpet for
my grand entrance.
I'll cover you in warm earth-
beg for a bed beneath your lips.
I'll stagger
into your bedroom,
cut off my hands,
and finally let you go.
The Curse Of The Sea by soulvacation5, literature
Literature
The Curse Of The Sea
farewell, but you will
remain in my mind
as echoes remain
wandering the frigid cliffs.
maybe time has
hardened my face-
remembering when
our bodies emerged
from the sea as one-
when our lips controlled
the tide and the songs
of the seabird.
within a crashing wave,
I was pushed ashore,
hands bound-
overgrown in seaweed
while you drifted
closer to freedom
with the horizon.
perhaps I'll ask the
ocean for forgiveness
for the bitter contact we left.
perhaps, from my body,
I'll wash you away
with her sharp lichen
and black sea foam.
corridor by soulvacation5, literature
Literature
corridor
these walls were not
painted with your face
nor have your trembling
hands or fingers
traced the cracks,
that over time,
led you here
where, out broken windows,
you sang in the wind-
like the willows
and the bluebells.
with a clenched soul,
I watch you suffer-
pieces of your wars
burn like ash
between my hands
and I'm not scared-
for it is here,
in this corridor,
that I love you.
though dark rooms
and broken candlesticks
fill our lives,
we'll rise in the morning
with laughter,
our half-hour love,
and a whiskey bottle
full of everything
that makes me want
to be with you.
Spectre by soulvacation5, literature
Literature
Spectre
It was by the bed
that I first saw him-
raw and lucid-
stripped down to the strings.
I would've sworn
the melody was for me
though the notes
stung with such
force and pain-
when I tried to sing out,
I swallowed my tongue.
he would dance rings
around me,
like blood running
through the veins
of a fiddle-
on the floor and
in the air
like a gentle locomotive.
just like me to be
mortal and impatient-
try to lasso
a soul who is meant
to embody as many
girls as it takes to
fuel his iron voice.
in the passing days,
I'll remember how silly
to take a trip
with the dead
and how I once
fell in love
with a ghost and
h
Spent by soulvacation5, literature
Literature
Spent
I could make it being alone
for a while-
find myself drifting
in an unsounded noise,
sneak into a smudge-
reflect about
the face of god.
at this moment,
I just can't handle
thinking too well.
there are so many voices
whipping around me
like smooth-spoken
daggers with
something else to say.
I am ready to find
a place where
he sings to me-
where everything is placid.
Pearl by soulvacation5, literature
Literature
Pearl
It's not the drips down the face
nor the salty,
bitter scars that are
left there stinging
not only the weak parts
of the skin, but your lips-
the mouth-
the one that screamed out
from down deep
in the scary
part that no one likes to deal with.
It's the tears that are within-
those that cannot surface-
trapped like pearls
unless something or someone
chooses the number,
like the lottery,
and reveals what the oyster
so wished would get noticed.
his art-
his heart.
what took so long to form
inside, stays there
only to feel alone.
a pearl can scream, but who
will listen but only its maker-
its creator.
the depths of its
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funeral water by soulvacation5, literature
Literature
funeral water
how you must have suffered
getting to know me and
my imperfect substance.
you never liked the gown
I always wore-
even when pulled it up over
my head-
exposing your name in letters
made of left over spit
across my breasts.
how it must have pained you
while your fists created
that deep purple river-
displayed so creatively
across my stomach.
in warlike form,
I'll stand on the bank
and wait while
you strangle hope.
first, let me remind you that
under the rock,
by the steps that lead to the water,
you'll find the gun I hid-
for I was sure that I
would have killed myself that day.
my thoughts of you by soulvacation5, literature
Literature
my thoughts of you
they palpitate and stir,
spurn and sneer,
over steeps and peaks,
through time and space,
then fall-
bleeding out
like a double death
of creatures so vast,
they stamp out the sun.
somewhere there are tornadoes
spinning and thrusting
across the plains.
somewhere a thunderstorm dies.
somewhere I'm begging a stranger
to assault me-
just so I can remember what it's
like to be touched.
Harvest by soulvacation5, literature
Literature
Harvest
I remember many days perhaps
not intended for me.
they were harvesting days,
in fields,
in towns where little boys
won't sit in cheap seats.
on winding roads,
I would walk,
naked and cut;
mouth full of salt and blood,
wearing the necklace
carefully formed
by my mother's tears.
had I waited for the
dark, dripping, dampness
of winter,
I would have missed
the sight of you
rising from the dust,
fingers at my throat,
grasping the pain
that encircled my neck,
never fully taking hold.
you should have saved me.
had I waited,
maybe the aroma of
the smoke-filled skies
would have led me to
a town where little boys
never c
it's 3:42 A.M. by soulvacation5, literature
Literature
it's 3:42 A.M.
In a deep sleep, I walk
down hallways of your house
in search of you,
my freedom-
the one that makes
my world seem okay.
through frozen eyelids,
I watch a formless silhouette
dance on every wall
thrashing its arms at
dead moss on your doorway.
with a sudden halt,
like a gasp at the gallows,
I step back
while dead bees form
the red carpet for
my grand entrance.
I'll cover you in warm earth-
beg for a bed beneath your lips.
I'll stagger
into your bedroom,
cut off my hands,
and finally let you go.
The Curse Of The Sea by soulvacation5, literature
Literature
The Curse Of The Sea
farewell, but you will
remain in my mind
as echoes remain
wandering the frigid cliffs.
maybe time has
hardened my face-
remembering when
our bodies emerged
from the sea as one-
when our lips controlled
the tide and the songs
of the seabird.
within a crashing wave,
I was pushed ashore,
hands bound-
overgrown in seaweed
while you drifted
closer to freedom
with the horizon.
perhaps I'll ask the
ocean for forgiveness
for the bitter contact we left.
perhaps, from my body,
I'll wash you away
with her sharp lichen
and black sea foam.
corridor by soulvacation5, literature
Literature
corridor
these walls were not
painted with your face
nor have your trembling
hands or fingers
traced the cracks,
that over time,
led you here
where, out broken windows,
you sang in the wind-
like the willows
and the bluebells.
with a clenched soul,
I watch you suffer-
pieces of your wars
burn like ash
between my hands
and I'm not scared-
for it is here,
in this corridor,
that I love you.
though dark rooms
and broken candlesticks
fill our lives,
we'll rise in the morning
with laughter,
our half-hour love,
and a whiskey bottle
full of everything
that makes me want
to be with you.
Spectre by soulvacation5, literature
Literature
Spectre
It was by the bed
that I first saw him-
raw and lucid-
stripped down to the strings.
I would've sworn
the melody was for me
though the notes
stung with such
force and pain-
when I tried to sing out,
I swallowed my tongue.
he would dance rings
around me,
like blood running
through the veins
of a fiddle-
on the floor and
in the air
like a gentle locomotive.
just like me to be
mortal and impatient-
try to lasso
a soul who is meant
to embody as many
girls as it takes to
fuel his iron voice.
in the passing days,
I'll remember how silly
to take a trip
with the dead
and how I once
fell in love
with a ghost and
h
Spent by soulvacation5, literature
Literature
Spent
I could make it being alone
for a while-
find myself drifting
in an unsounded noise,
sneak into a smudge-
reflect about
the face of god.
at this moment,
I just can't handle
thinking too well.
there are so many voices
whipping around me
like smooth-spoken
daggers with
something else to say.
I am ready to find
a place where
he sings to me-
where everything is placid.
Pearl by soulvacation5, literature
Literature
Pearl
It's not the drips down the face
nor the salty,
bitter scars that are
left there stinging
not only the weak parts
of the skin, but your lips-
the mouth-
the one that screamed out
from down deep
in the scary
part that no one likes to deal with.
It's the tears that are within-
those that cannot surface-
trapped like pearls
unless something or someone
chooses the number,
like the lottery,
and reveals what the oyster
so wished would get noticed.
his art-
his heart.
what took so long to form
inside, stays there
only to feel alone.
a pearl can scream, but who
will listen but only its maker-
its creator.
the depths of its
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The Anguished by soulvacation5, literature
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The Anguished
I have replaced you, pitifully,
many times in rooms
within my soul.
Everywhere, there are
passageways curling
boxes of draggled vesture.
My spirit, like the
static of negligee,
gums and forms into
a faultless mount.
As it clings to me,
I set aflame with desire.
Close your eyes.
Let me blind you.
Assassinate me
until I bleed red
like holly berries.
Then, I will wear their
spiked leaves as a crown.
You can never reach
to enclose yourself
within the dying breath
my lungs hold.
I feel as though you
are abashed as if
the mind has been
carved available for eating?
Take what is seen as I
lie here naked and naive;
t
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Gotta have strong opinions whe ya look over this body of work......I dare you to hop in a fountain, Joy~ I'll let you decide how*
I was going to add peaks to my favorites. But then I checked out your gallery and liked all I read. So I guess I just have to watch? Good stuff.
What happened to your original account? Regardless, good to see you. 