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JAC May 2017
There's a soft blue spark
That materializes in the smallest of moments
That illuminates those that love
Whoever they may be
And we can see it, that blue glow.
Just like a fire never chooses where to burn
A spark never chooses where to find itself:
Between animal and friend;
Between fingertips during a movie neither cares for;
Between the flick of your smile
And the words on a page
Or the flash on a screen;
Between mother in mind
And child that may only be there too;
Between laughs that bubble up
When nowhere and nothing clash;
Between one here and one far,
Or one here and one gone.
We fall in love with those sparks of love
And they show us just how to do so -
Teaching you how to teach,
Showing you how to show,
And they care not for who
For what
For when
For why
For how;
They simply show.
ƛrtie Apr 2017
chills as
your fingertips
crawl inside me
or just in the thought of it
i was hoping
for a fullmoon night
it was moonless
cause you emit
all the light needed
to highlight
the habits of my heart
ƛrtie Apr 2017
roses blooming them
my lips
crawling cruelly
your watering
to wake up from lethargy
to appreciate you with all the honey that is left to them
and whisper to you
the most valuable artworks
as the water drip dripping,
together with love
ƛrtie Apr 2017
give me
some love
she whispers
it's not some
you can't get it in pieces
he shouts
-why are you shouting?
cause the most pure things
in life
have the meanest
ways of appearing
in us.
if i shout you will be in pieces
and some wont be
a choice
whole will
ƛrtie Apr 2017
broken things
and broken wings,
a pitful melody the night we met,
the pure rhythm of a caged heart,
two strings on air my aching debt.

zeros falling from the skies,
a rosey rising,
new delight.
red, not darker than misleading eyes
that fall muted into arms at night.

Chaos baby,
your sweet heart of blue,
no more wishes into shooting stars,
no more ever lasting dreams of two.
ƛrtie Apr 2017
in the dazzling
hours
of a crowded room
im still searching for you
as traveller
detached from time
knowing the consequences
playing-still-
with your shadows
that
engrave
the most
cynical
parts
of our love
in my
outerspace
ƛrtie Apr 2017
a little unsettled
would you pick me up
to admire my petals?
a little hurting
how can you paint
but not see the trembling scars?
at least some breaking
and i'll pour  
over you
all my
scattered parts
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