|I wrote this when I was thirteen, and it remains one of my favorite pieces. It's still a work in progress on the technical aspects, but the story still makes me smile. I hope it makes you smile, too.|
|This was inspired by all the various men/boys who have been in my life, and they all happen to have biblical names. I'm not religious, so this was different for me; stretched my comfort zones.|
HomecomingShe came with me, you see.Homecoming by IndigoSkyes
Swallowed whole, licked her lips.
Juice stained her mouth.
She bared her sharp little teeth and asked for more.
My bird-boned bride with a lion’s heart-
I am tender with her.
She soothes and comforts, encompasses and intoxicates,
The dearest demon I’ve ever seen.
I have never loved the light;
It has been harsh and hot and there was nothing I wanted there.
But she is full of earth, of growing things.
She carries golden summer in her laugh.
When above is barren, she is warm.
She is so alive.
Souls drift through my land, solitary and silent.
(What sad creatures these men become.)
When they wail in the night, I press my knees to the ground,
Listening for her voice at my gates.
Wait, she calls. Soon.
She sweeps in with the first of the rains,
As the trees sway, dancing their autumnal rhythm,
As the leaves whither and fall,
As the petals collapse into memories.
Her ivy fingers twine in my hair and I twine around her.
The storm breaks.
I touch her and I
Love, PersephoneMama,Love, Persephone by IndigoSkyes
You could make everything but me grow and bloom and blossom.
I always loved things more when they were wounded, dying, dead.
Do you remember, mama?
I would crouch in the dirt with some pitiful wounded creature,
Waiting and watching as it shuddered and squeaked and died.
I buried them with my own hands, mud caking my hands.
There are shadows you never saw in me, mama, but he does.
He reaches for them and they reach for him and I am happy.
When we kiss, I can taste pomegranate on his lips.
It is bitter and red. I could drink and drink forever.
Nothing about him scares me.
I am the only one who can make him stop howling.
He says he hears them all the time - the souls, mama -
But I bring him peace.
Who wouldn't want such power?
I used to bruise like petals as a child, but not anymore.
I am his and he is mine and, mama,
I am finally, finally mine.
I’ll see you come spring.
It's always been youIt has been one year, three months, and twenty-three days since the last time I saw you. I do not remember what it feels like to have your hands on my body. I do not remember what it feels like to not love you. I do not know which scares me more.It's always been you by IndigoSkyes
When I last left you, autumn was descending on both of our continents, on both sides of our ocean. You cupped my face in your palms and pressed your mouth to mine like a prayer. Or perhaps it was a plea: Please don’t forget me. Please don’t forget this. Please wait for me. Please.
The security guards at the airport, already numb to the tear-stained cheeks of young girls, told me that I must have my hair out of my eyes so the cameras could recognize me.
I blinked and forced the corners of my lips upward. I did my best.
It is Christmastime now. The air is damp and the wind tears through the city. I am warm and safe here, but dreaming only of brimming arrival gates, and cars teeming down the wrong side of the highway, a
TransatlanticWe are wobbling across the ocean,Transatlantic by IndigoSkyes
three hundred bodies of flesh and muscle and bone and breath,
packed into the gut of a rumbling metal beast.
12,000 feet below,
nebulous jellyfish loop past the inky window.
But instead we are wading through the stars,
the Atlantic shivering in the dark.
She is next to me and afraid of death-
intensely fascinated by our ever-present mortality.
The belly of the beast lurches.
Our hands clasp, our hearts drop.
(I don’t even know you, she says.)
Our pulses jump in time.
A yellow light holds steady, perched on the wingtip.
And on a wing and a prayer,
we are making it.
|I write for the same reason I breathe.|
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To My Father's HealerAn open letter to the man who saved my father's life
It becomes apparent as I open this letter that I can never begin it correctly. I do not know what to write, for I do not know your name. I know that you are a doctor, is that how someone is supposed to begin a letter to a man they have never met?
Nobody ever told me your name. I know, though, the other things they told me. Perhaps I could use them to fill the gaps, but part of me fears that removing the distance will take away some of the fascination. I know that you are more than just 'a doctor', I know that you are one of only four people in the whole world who knew how to do the surgery that you performed on my father. I know that the first time my father went up to Birmingham you weren't there, because you were in America. I do not know if you were there to teach, to save the life of someone else, or if it was something else entirely. Regardless of the reason, I am sure there was at least one person there who ben
Love Songs to the MoonHe's lonely, just another dreamer-boy with his head in the clouds.
For a boy who would never be loved, he had so much love in him.
She runs her tongue along her teeth. Are you afraid of dragons? she asks.
I imagine her with scales and wings, breathing fire. I tell her no, I'm a knight in shining armour.
Oh, she says with mock seriousness, you're fearless then.
I'm afraid, I say softly, I'm afraid of falling.
She leans in close. I feel her breath on my lips as she whispers, What about falling in love?
I forget how to breathe. The world starts to spin and I close my eyes.
Then she kisses me full on the mouth and my spine turns to feathers. I feel hollow, weak, like I just might blow away in the wind with this fairytale reaching across my tongue. I feel her lips against mine; my heart starts to beat too fast and I feel a tingling sensation across my chest. I think my lungs are going to catch fire.
He likes to run the broken sidewalk and sing love songs to the moon. He doesn't ne
The Long NowIt's been a long
I have lost count of the ticks and tocks, but never counted in the first place. Just watching; just waiting, here in the long now. The moment that never began, that never ends, that simply is. Things once were and now they are gone. The left foot was ahead of the right, but now the right is ahead of the left. That's time. That's life passing you by. The hand was on the six; now it is on the seven, the eight, the nine.
Our world is defined by the rules of causality; no cause, no effect. The bow is plucked, the arrow flies.
I waited; I waited in lines, so many lines in banks, offices, hospitals, checkout counters, restrooms, airports, amusement park rides, traffic jams, stoplights. I waited, sometimes patiently, sometimes not for the long now to be over, to move on to the next moment, but the tick to my tock never twitched.
Every cause is itself the result of an effect. Everything is biased by our perceptions. Everything is relative.
I waited f
I wrote this about a year ago and didn’t really know what to do with it. My first semester in college, I began writing for my school’s newspaper. The Temple News publishes personal essays in the opinion section and I submitted mine. It was featured here (temple-news.com/essay/a-letter…) and it made my mom (and two aunts of my aunts and a cousin and two of my friends and probably my dad) cry, so I’d call it a success.
It is near and dear to my heart and I’m proud of it.UPDATE 7/1/2014:
I read like an absolute maniac. Music is my oxygen. I'm a hope(less) romantic. I love meeting new people and trying new things because there's just so much in life. I will always and forever be figuring things out and there are some things I'll never figure out, but that's okay. I will dance to any kind of music, with anyone, and anywhere. Even if I don't know the lyrics, I'll try to sing along with them at the top of my lungs. My friends are the most wonderful people in the universe. My family puts up with me like no one else, and I love them for it. I believe in magic, love, the impossible being possible, and that everyone has a skeleton or twelve in their closet. |
I don't think that I'd like to be anyone else but me.
I measure life in love.
Current Residence: Somewhere over the rainbow
Personal Quote: "I exist as I am, and that is enough." - Walt Witman