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I fear the unfamiliar.
I hanker after commodities and properties far from reach.
I’d like to obtain a house by the beach.
I can say that with confidence.
She says that it perhaps might be possible.
Perhaps might be.
There is some sort of serenity in the ocean.
You approach her, and she waves.
With her blue infested yet divine waters.
But my concern is this:
If Time bestows me with the ability to grasp onto my desire,
The desire to reside near the shores of the woman I love dearly,
Would the endearment and ardor,
Attachment and consciousness,
Slip away, like beer bottles left for her to take into her aquatic abyss?
Would the profound equanimity vanish like the carbon she deposes of to provide oxygen?
I am afraid of the answer.
I am afraid of the subsequent event where I come to realization that this would also be a short-lived relationship.
That she was nothing more, than desire, a thirst that would evidently be quenched until I no longer craved for her sandy warm ground and misty air that smelled like it could be home.
I look at her and enter my home.
Perhaps maybe, we’re meant to be, in the next life.
Perhaps maybe, I’ll become an amphibian, and love you unconditionally.
I CLOSE MY EYES.
I SEE YOU, US
WHAT WE ARE AND WHAT WE COULD BE
AND I CATCH MY REFLECTION, SMILING.
SHE’S HAPPY.
THE FORGOTTEN FEELING.
WHAT CHANGED?
YOU.
THE BEAUTY IN YOUR EYES
THE WORDS FROM YOUR LIPS
IT RADIATES
HER HEART IS THAWING, WARMING.
AND SHE’S HAPPY.
There's a tear in my palm/a scratch beneath my teeth/
A halo above my smile/and horns on my feet/
I sat pretty and pink once/but sitting's rather too close to the ground/
So I'll stand instead and they too can't step on me/
And when the sun sets/I'll smile at the birds/
I'll sing a lonely tune/to accompany the suns farewell/as I bid it goodbye/
Then I'll skate to the moons and stars/
'Cause maybe they'll understand what it felt like to sit
Pretty and pink
Seaside Reverie
by Victoria Blanco (instagram: @thepantyjunkyard)
I hanker after commodities and properties far from reach.
I’d like to obtain a house by the beach.
I can say that with confidence.
She says that it perhaps might be possible.
Perhaps might be.
There is some sort of serenity in the ocean.
You approach her, and she waves.
With her blue infested yet divine waters.
But my concern is this:
If Time bestows me with the ability to grasp onto my desire,
The desire to reside near the shores of the woman I love dearly,
Would the endearment and ardor,
Attachment and consciousness,
Slip away, like beer bottles left for her to take into her aquatic abyss?
Would the profound equanimity vanish like the carbon she deposes of to provide oxygen?
I am afraid of the answer.
I am afraid of the subsequent event where I come to realization that this would also be a short-lived relationship.
That she was nothing more, than desire, a thirst that would evidently be quenched until I no longer craved for her sandy warm ground and misty air that smelled like it could be home.
I look at her and enter my home.
Perhaps maybe, we’re meant to be, in the next life.
Perhaps maybe, I’ll become an amphibian, and love you unconditionally.
Jasmine Waters
(instagram: @aquarianweird)
I CLOSE MY EYES.
I SEE YOU, US
WHAT WE ARE AND WHAT WE COULD BE
AND I CATCH MY REFLECTION, SMILING.
SHE’S HAPPY.
THE FORGOTTEN FEELING.
WHAT CHANGED?
YOU.
THE BEAUTY IN YOUR EYES
THE WORDS FROM YOUR LIPS
IT RADIATES
HER HEART IS THAWING, WARMING.
AND SHE’S HAPPY.
Robyn Janine
(instagram: @robynjanine_)
A SUN TO SET ON A HEART TO SKATE ON
photos by Annie Tien poem by Noah Namgoong
(@itsannietien & @the.ark)
There's a tear in my palm/a scratch beneath my teeth/
A halo above my smile/and horns on my feet/
I sat pretty and pink once/but sitting's rather too close to the ground/
So I'll stand instead and they too can't step on me/
And when the sun sets/I'll smile at the birds/
I'll sing a lonely tune/to accompany the suns farewell/as I bid it goodbye/
Then I'll skate to the moons and stars/
'Cause maybe they'll understand what it felt like to sit
Pretty and pink
Max Kennedy
(instagram: @maxkennedy_)
There's a tear in my palm/a scratch beneath my teeth/
A halo above my smile/and horns on my feet/
I sat pretty and pink once/but sitting's rather too close to the ground/
So I'll stand instead and they too can't step on me/
And when the sun sets/I'll smile at the birds/
I'll sing a lonely tune/to accompany the suns farewell/as I bid it goodbye/
Then I'll skate to the moons and stars/
'Cause maybe they'll understand what it felt like to sit
Pretty and pink
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