Manic

Sea foam veins.
Glitter eyes.
Goddess heart.
Dance for days.

Resonate throughout.
You are a beacon, shining light.
Seek those whom are seeking.
The collective.
Weave this intricate web.
Safety. Love.
Bring me lilac weather.
Wrap me in your softest sweater.
A rest will do you well.
Find me in our garden where only time will tell.
Swan songs sung to pull us through.
Rays of sun spill on to you.
Empower others.
Feed those that are hungry.
Nourish yourself in doing so.

If I reach out, I have my own reasons,
I am a seeker of Truth.
I am a Healer, for myself, for those around me.
I shed light, I create good intent.
I take in too much, while I give just the same.
I love too much.
When people hurt me, I don't get mad I get curious.
I for some reason offer my hand to them because I was taught that we all need to acknowledge our souls in order to make way to that healing process.
I have the tendency of putting myself on the line,
for me in-betweens are comforting.
Those cracks that we fill in with memories, déjà vu, and
the sunlight shining through between leaves.
That's where I soak myself up,
that's where I offer for you to come sit beside me.
Invitations sent, postage paid.

S.M.

2016

Local watering holes

And I want to coax them all in, with my soft bosom to comfort,
while I hand feed them decadent little poisons.
Making you violently ill, the way you've fractured my emotional stability.
Let me see those pretty eyes fill with the tears that have been catapulting off my face for two weeks time.
I'll braid her hair with razor blades and it all tumbles down like dried weeds on the lawn the day after it's been mowed.
"cut it and I'll leave."

You think you know, this sweet girl was always kind.
Until you realize you've eaten from the pit to the rind.
Mouth foaming and they're fresh out of luck.
Oh babe, crawl back to my bed, rest your head, weep as you need.
I just no longer give a fuck.
What was warm is now cold to the core,
and you're digging and searching and scraping whats left begging for more.
Kiss these lips, lips that kiss hers,
and his and his and hers, back around.

And I still just want you.
To drown in me.

Let me baptize you between these thighs.

indigo crow

Dreamt of a giant dark indigo crow filling the sky and flying over as I hid in our tent.
You grabbed me, pulled the zipper up.
Your usually happy eyes full of fear made my heart drop.
That she may see me?
Or that I may see her?
I touched your face, but I already know.
I looked out again as her sharp beak called out.
I unzipped and walked on through a clearing to the woods.
You kept screaming my name.
You ran after lunging and tackling me to the ground as she swooped in a circle.
You had me pinned in the grass, your eyes full of love and we started falling through into some den.
You kept pulling me close, but I kept curiously wandering down these dirt tunnels where bits of sunshine shone through ancient make shift windows.
I felt comforted here.
I wrapped you in a blanket made from sunflowers we grew together.
I woke up finally feeling rested.

5:30 rambling

And that's where it's come down to, me needing to lose myself,
as he claims he is lost and I'm giving advice on the greatness of being found (because it's true, I know- because I desire the same),
I equally understand parts and pieces of him that he doesn't understand yet.
I love him more than he knows, and I'm alright with that.
I'm alright with being the hand that comforts him when he needs,
but what he isn't realizing; with warmth comes a mania in me, an insatiable thirst.
I invited him in and he hasn't quite ever witnessed Me in full effect yet,
I remained relatively mellow and level headed.
Until now.

I do best in chaos.
Lead me into fire to watch me rise from it, drag me into oceans to watch me pull a Houdini.
I grew up in a slightly different time than you.
Aggression and angst were nodded at,
now all these kids are in pastels and floral prints and all I can think of lately is taking a can of gasoline to your cascading curtains,
pulling your hand up my skirt and tearing you piece by piece as I writhe in everything you can never fucking have or be.

I miss girlfriends,
With their pretty hair and gleaming eyes, their soft skin and the way they like to be cradled after,
their lit up faces when they don't expect to shake that way.
You can't do what I can do.
But I could teach you.
You're in for a hell of a ride.

I am running through blooming forests, ones I asked his name for a year ago.
Where I sought myself, where I sought a love that I knew I'd fight til the death for.
In a dream you were brought to me in ideas and I was coaxed forward.
My fingertips softly running upward, caressing the moss, warm and gentle.
Laying me down on the roots of hundred year old tress.
You ripped the lace as you came inside.
Full eye contact.
The match is lit, kid.
Watch it burn.

S.M.

Just let Karma do her thing.
She already rescheduled these plans accordingly.
You don't get a heads up, you get a reminder.
An epiphany in the follow through.

if you knew the things I gave up 

All that is said, as naturally as he can,
in a manic haze, his crooked smile,
his eyes squint like little cresent moons that've fallen on their sides.
"I'm Tangerine and you're Periwinkle."
Where others see nothing...
this bursts into fifteen immediate muses floating into glittery winds spiraling into the 4a.m. sky for me.
Impeccably personifying us as colors, guided into tools I've come accustomed to.
Or possibly fruit and flowers, create a path to our gardens.
Whispering to a pair of fawn and a mother doe while laughing at my metallic shoes.
Sleep talking to nighttime cats, and wrapping me in deja vu while slipping his magic hand over mine.
Sometimes lacing his fingers with mine like golden crochet needles weaving a story along our palms.


---not finished

You remind me of summer.
The taste of the dusk air turning into indigo evenings.
The feeling of cleansed souls sitting by trickling streams,
a warm hand that comfortingly rests on my hip.
You are the soft lulling cicadas warmed by july,
you are the magic that has left stars cut out in dark night skies.
Chestnut eyes with pupils widening and soft lips that curl at the ends to remind me where happiness grows.
Inside you, inside us.
Within.
I bring you close always and feel as though we belong.
Perhaps not here because "here" barely exists and merely signifies a place of meeting.
In our connect we can move forward, in lost momentum we can catch our breaths,
if you need breaks I will forever wait.
For you, my reminder of the season that blooms in a readily decorated den where I keep you safe.
I plant flowers in circles around you and sing you songs you may never hear.
Ambient in the most crucial of ways,
a calming lavender glow your aura eclipses me and makes my heart grow.
I love you, forever

-Saree

I need the ocean.
I need the sun rising in the morning, slowly lifting reflective light upon the world as a new discovery with hope in every waking moment.
I'm losing my fucking mind.
I want to feel the sun setting on the horizon, waves in gradient hues.
Everything you give, is not everything you lose.

Moon Shine

I slide my hands across the pavement, warmed from the early morning sun.
Waiting out the afternoon plucking blades of grass in alleyways.
Is this as close as I can get to home?
Downtown where the buildings are breathing.
I'm spiraling through into a manic dance.
Flowers echoing a pattern of resilience. Each year to return.
To grow then wilt in our beauty, to flourish from the shining warmth and the pouring rains.
I'm pouring for you again.
My roots are growing down deeply.
Reach for you to meet me, wrap you in my comforts.
A home is made in this soil and I can taste you everywhere I go.

Dusk falls in as a swaying maiden, skirts flowing in vibrant clouds of gradient purple hues.
She slides her hand across the pavement,
our fingertips touch, she glides a soul bearing seed into me.
Our truths will come, for you seek them so.
In order for growth, your seeds, we must sow.
In like mist, a love once had, that I have missed.
I tiptoe with graceful optimism that I can collect treasures for you in blowing winds that guides me back and forth and to you, always.
I climb up like the soft night, guided by stars and all that is ours.
Into trees to over see rivers where you swim freely.
It's all relative in discovery, a season's being.
Pointing out constellations, the first time you breathed life into me, will not be the last.
The moon shines and reflects, its face on to yours.

S.M.
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I dream of singing you songs.
I dream of the nights from when we met.