day ruined after getting a papercut from a starburst wrapper
the glory of the morning, to lay flowers across her arms my fingers absentmindedly drumming a soft melody on her shoulder the timing correlates with the swooning beat of my mortal heart, the one which i gifted to her long ago she has mine, and in turn i am lucky enough to have hers she is mine, she is lovely, how i love her i rise to stand and observe my work azaleas trace the side of her frame reaching once again to the wicker basket, i carefully surround her face with cosmos weaving gardenias and jasmine through the tourmaline umber of her hair resisting the urge to comb my hand through, lest i disturb her rest a bolt of raw affection surges through me; lowering myself onto my knees, i press a kiss to her hand she is lovely, how i love her a yellow daffodil is soon tucked behind her left ear, with a pink one mirroring behind her right the enamored sigh that escapes me is one the world has heard thousands of times, but this wont be the last instance in which it occurs interlocking her hand in mine, i place seven violets above her heart her eyes flutter open, content but curious, and i bring my lips to hers how i love her oh, how i love her so
unveil your pretty leaves my love
put your childhood to rest
your wings lay off the finest dove
and a crown of the prettiest dress,
with a cowl of golden lace i see
your feathers dripping so free.
such fine pristine garden howls
flying into chains of glass
and with your perfect golden cowl
lacèd, with the finest brass.
moonwater swirling in your hair
rosèd twine of which i could stare
music of love- to the morning play on
so until the sun rises,
i can still hear your song.
awaken in water of pure and fair
dreams of finely pruned fellows
god created, of the smallest affair
until the morning comes
to spoil the night
let us drink to the music
to your heavenly sight.
i hate sitting on the floor it makes me feel so homeschooled
mjp
acab except for those two funky cops from gravity falls
all purpose greek seasoning in olive oil is genuinely curing my ed rn
mango comes home from work to find her husband gone shes like oh no where did my man go
Start in November-
A perfectly respectable month,
When the clouds grow dim
And the trees are hardly awake,
Hibernating from the cold.
And when you start in november
Wakening on the first day
Up to sit and make your very first drink of the month
“Tea with lemon”, the poetic way of calling it
To sip it and realize you hate november
As you’re never going to work in such cold conditions.
Start in the evening-
When you just got home from work.
You thought last night: “perhaps I will get it done
When the sky turns gold and blue
And I can relax while doing so.”
But you realize quite soon
That you hate evenings with work
Evenings where one must arrive
Home from even more work
Just to simply start another task.
And you realize, once again
You’re never going to work in such hardworking conditions.
Start inside a cabin-
Arrive, just in time to set the fire
Watching snow outside the window
Falling long, but quietly.
Then relax so deeply into a blanket
(that only feels comfortable because it isn’t your own)
And realize you’re never going to work in such comfortable conditions.
Start upon a hill-
A quite romantic feeling.
Laying upon a hillside
Right next to a picnic basket filled with goods you made the day before.
Mountains reign before you
Of the most exemplary scenery.
For several minutes you watch the sky
The clouds going by uncomfortably fast
And the chilly breeze sweeping upon you.
Bugs start to crawl on the picnic blanket
And soon onto your hand.
In another world they might be ladybugs
But in this one they are simply inconveniences.
And you sit upon the grass
Stink bugs creeping up your legs
You realize you’ll never be able to work in such pest-infested conditions.
Start someday, sometime-
Until you cannot put it off.
Some furry icon my friend asked me to draw lol
(Not trying to disrespect religion in any way btw)
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