ahhh this poem is amazing!! i love the description of thinking as "infectious weeds," and the ending stanza is epic too :0 super strong start to NaPo, Polt!! ^-^
everything is backwards, and i do not understand why it is so.
is it paint running through my veins, sluggish and slow?
or is it adrenaline running through my veins, liquid gold, silver quick?
(quick gold, liquid silver? liquid gold, quick silver? my knots are tied in tongues
i mean my tongues are tied in knots)
moo moo, brays the pig
chirp chirp, squeaks the cat
bark bark, purrs the snake.
wait.
that's not right, it's all backwards and twisted around into hsirebbig
(but who am i to decide what is right and what is wrong? what is falling forwards or jumping backwards?)
my hands are dripping with adrenaline and i think i am bleeding from my veins.
(spilt across stark white marble, why must you hold the knife to my throat while proclaiming your everlasting love? we both know it's a scam anyways.)
stare in the mirror and hope it doesn't stare back at you, tilt your face to the left, tilt it to the right and hope your features don't change with every ripple of light
(and it does, but what are you going to do about it? your hands are stained with blood, both mine and yours, do not forget this, and i will not forgive it for forgiveness does not run through adrenaline veins on the topic of bloodstained hands, both mine and yours.)
"i wish to steal the stars from the night sky and put them in your eyes"
he fell in love with honey gold and amber (scorching hot tempers) but little did he know that the sea liked him better.
wax drip, drip drip dripping down moonkissed skin leaving red freckles (it burns-) in it's wake.
the sun reached out for their lover hands grazing on another before s l i p i n g away like a fish in oily waters (coating everything in toxic slime.)
whooosh. wings beating frantically to no avail against the harsh winter winds (stinging brand new burns)
the sky stares at him in awestruck terror (syrupy eyes wide), as if they could not believe they let him go and did not believe (smile small and apologetic) they could catch him before he struck waters below.
the world turns white as feathers fall, dancing in the air around him blissfully ignorant of his failings.
the sun stares at him, hands outstretched but arms below catch him, water slapping away the circling sharks and dragging him down.
blue eyes stare at him (mouth quirked up in a small and apologetic smile) oily water cradles his body (coating him in warmth) and the face that stares back in calm in manner, gaze as serene as a glass mirror lake and twice as blue.
he fell in love with honey gold and amber somebody with scorching hot tempers, but the sea had liked him better.
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"i wish to steal the stars from the night sky and put them in your eyes"
obsessions are repeated thoughts, urges, or mental images that are intrusive and often unwanted
you walk through the halls, confident. calm. collected. popularity if popularity was a person. and i cannot help but compare myself to your shine.
i know where your classes are, you thought you could leave me behind? i know your birthday, your blood type, and your social security number. i know more about you than you do.
i know where you live, i know each and every one of your siblings by name. i like to sit and watch you sleep. oh, too much?
good thing you don't know that- oops, almost said it! i'm not very good at keeping secrets, am i?
who am I? you don't know!? i'm your biggest fan, your future one and only. i'll chase you til you love me.
you say i'm obsessed, but you're not an unwanted thought, so i say i'm just in love.
(an obsession, one that won't leave my head. I think you like living there, free rent. I'm not obsessed, i'm merely falling. in love)
Spoiler! :
Disclaimer: This is a joke. I'm not a stalker lmao, I'm making fun of book tropes.*cough Twilight *cough*
"i wish to steal the stars from the night sky and put them in your eyes"
she stares from on top of her obsidian perch, curiosity sparking in deep purple eyes.
who are these beings, that intrudes on her realm, slashing into the soft yellow stone that makes up her home?
they are bright, shining splendor, (like bright, bright fires) in glowing scales, glistening various colors.
they stand on a platform, staring up at the island and taking no notice of the graceful queen who is pondering them.
another appears, missing half their scales but still shining oh so brightly.
she startles at that, squinting closer. what kind of being does not have scales and what in Void's name are those garish orange lumps on their head?
they begin to creep forward, laying unusual red and brown stones on the floor and walking across. where are their wings? they must be hatchlings, to be so young without their wings.
she flies forward, overjoyed at the prospect of hatchlings. they notice her, waving sharp talons in her direction.
something fiery strikes her side, piercing through a chink in her scales and ripping through flesh.
she yelps, wings flaring awkwardly in order to let dragon's breath mist gently over them. she's friendly, why don't they see that?
maybe because they are too small, their eyesight is poor?
another wave of sharp needle pricks, washing over her body. most bounced right off but a few found refuge in her muscle.
she spread her wings, smacking two and sending them flying across the island. they disappear in a wink of purple particles, reappearing on the ground.
a crystal explodes and her chest heaves as she takes far more damage than she is accustomed to. her health does not come back and she stares, bewildered, at each of her perches.
gone.
every last crystal.
she attempts to land on the rock in the middle, but several claws scratch her, as if these little hatchlings are trying to rip her into two.
she's tired, but she tries to land again, to explain that she is friendly, why are they attacking?
they are relentless, stabbing mercilessly into her side, her gut, her neck, anywhere they can reach.
she gives up, reaching for her egg and hauling him upwards, lungs expanding as they suck in the icy air, expelling dragon's breath across the ground.
an arrow stabs into her eye, blinding her as purple and black ooze out.
she gives up, letting her body fall, cradling her precious eggs in her talons.
they cheer in high-pitched squeaks, jabbing their claws to the sky and scrambling towards her falling body.
she's tired, her bones ache. ichor spreads where she lays, as she exhales her final breath, watching helplessly as they pry her egg from her dying grip.
"i wish to steal the stars from the night sky and put them in your eyes"
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