The Resistance
We looked into each others eyes until the sun crossed over.
Until our bodies connected and paid homage to honesty.
Roscato-stained lips.
Still soft as the night before,
mumbling sorrow.
Hoping,
that the darkness of the night would instead,
chase another tomorrow.
Apologies for forgiveness
red-glazed eyes like blood.
My mind racing against shadows, for the perfect words to flow from my mouth like a running stream.
Selfish pain.
Unmoved by my words.
Dreaming of eternal sleep.
Closing my thoughts expecting it to change.
unforgiving
tones.
Shattered.
Haunted past,
flooding thoughts
flaunted
in regret.
Speaking to your heart with broken ease and lost translation…
-Sydney Museau
(May 17, 2012)
iamthereawakeningoftheromanticmovement (Taken with instagram)
Schwaza. Wild into the night. (Taken with instagram)
Just a few of them. (Taken with instagram)
Today.
Miles Davis
The Faded
Lately my mind has moved and the skin on my body has been touched.
I find myself in a quiet room thinking, and closing my eyes, in pure bliss due to the incredible emotions you hold so tightly.
And the way you choreographed each stroke your body gave to mine.
Immersed in how vividly you expressed the hunger and pain, the need, to elude the darkness felt for so long, I was created for your eyes to find.
Reminiscing on that wild night I rolled your body like a blunt.
The high, the sounds you made when the tip of my tongue gyrated every part of your soul.
Flaunting how abundantly you became of me.
Eyes agape, locked and lost on how slowly you lost control and accrued in efforts to not reach the edge.
Holding on to you, a stream that trickled slowly
into the next morning.
My lips are tattoos on your skin
adorning, the hues displayed by the sweat and desires of your chemistry.
Still inside this room drowning in the scent of romance unable to get through
unnoticeably running my hands in my face to find what was made of your hue.
Eluding that darkness you felt for so long, I was the faded created for your eyes to find.
I present………….The Faded.
-Sydney Museau
(May 7, 2012)
Keith Haring
SOUL
I wouldnt call it old soul… More like NEW SOUL.
if this isn’t random . (Taken with instagram)
7.17 (Taken with instagram)
