My lover has water running through her veins by Dyemelikeasunset, literature
Literature
My lover has water running through her veins
She flows around stone and quenches fires
her voice showers like rain on a spring night
and feels so gentle that people misunderstand
They mistake water for weakness
and she indiscriminately swallows garbage
letting words stagnate and pollute her
She tells me ”Baby, I don’t have that passion you do
your fire is so wonderful and brilliant”
and I want to cry because even water can sear and turn to steam
My oceanbaby, you don’t need the tiny flame in me
the sea is home to the largest creatures in the world
and rivers reduce mountains to sandstone
I want you to roar like crashing waves
and let the world know you have t
In the dreamlight wandering
The haunting music thrills
The mocking laughter of the Fae
Beneath the witching hills
Your soul entranced on moth wings
Flirting closer to the fire
Come in further, child of Earth
And yield to your desire
Glitter fierce and hunger deep
And drawn into the rhythm
Dancing ever darker down
To brilliant cataclysm
Faery wine upon your lips
And drumbeats in your veins
Drunk and dazzled with the frenzy
Wrists in silken chains
Foolish mortal, dance away
One step will be your last
You dared to gamble with the Fae
And now you're glamoured fast
The Quest of Self Worth by IRideAMagicalLadle, literature
Literature
The Quest of Self Worth
I strayed into the dark desert,
to look at the mirror of truth,
to speak with the Fae,
to find what answers they held.
Bright as Cherries,
Sweet as Berries,
The Sun and Moon in my sky!
The mocking Fae chant and spin,
terrible beauty in their sneer and siren death song.
Blood or sweat course down my frame,
another step closer to the mirror.
Pain blossoms from my chest,
sharp as heartbreak, cold as ice.
Their cries pierce the soul.
Bright as Cherries,
Sweet as Berries,
The Sun and Moon in my sky!
Spinning demon dervishes, terrible beauty,
piercing cries, tempting me into sin.
Another choking step, the mirror shines with unwavering celerity,
Your fairy dust gave me wings.
I play with shadows
and black rainbows of the night.
I kiss blossoms of early spring
in my endless flight.
I dance with moonlight and stars
and cross the sky like brave arrow.
But slowly
dust turns to ashes
and bright light to flashes
love to ache
dream to wake
and I´m falling down.
The Wife Compares to the Fairy Lover by IRideAMagicalLadle, literature
Literature
The Wife Compares to the Fairy Lover
She is ravishing, beautiful, hauntingly full of grace.
She is intelligent and confident, a clear eyed Athena full of wisdom.
Holding the elusive allure that makes all men search and long for her.
She is built for love and worship.
I am not ugly, but rarely am I pretty.
I am a hard worker, practical, wear well under stress.
I give much and expect nothing, I am easily pleased by simple things.
I am a good wife and would make a kind mother,
I am built for work and devotion.
I love him with a bruised tenderness, weary from labor and loving,
He married me for service,
Loving me as one might love a well wrought tool,
Or a faithfully sturdy coat a
Strong but Gentle by IRideAMagicalLadle, literature
Literature
Strong but Gentle
I loved a giantess once,
her name was strong but gentle.
Her skin was rough as granite,
I would run my hands over it,
marveling how it held the great loving heart within.
I loved a dragoness once,
her name was strong but gentle.
Her skin was a rough scaled armor,
and I would run my hands across it,
in reverence how it held the brave beating heart within.
I love a woman now,
whose heart and skin are all of these.
I call her my beloved,
and she is strong but gentle.
Embraced infant-like night time naps
As was brought forth fantastic fantasy
It was heavenly happiness
Dreaming of my love like my love was here
Deception roused me, if only I'd known
Waking up wouldn't have been an option
Disorientation and fatigue are symptomatic
The perfect pill that heals can currently kill
Waiting for the poison
Worse before better, near death before life
Slow decay in the brain, forgotten feelings
Slight sight sends my sleeping mind deeper
Welcome delicious darkness it's been too long
Enter me and induce the inability to feel
Exhaustion defeats emotion
I fear mornings wake as descending drift I take
My dear dream disap
If you want to light a woman’s fires,
pay attention to what she desires.
Tell her that you love her lips,
and touch her with gentle fingertips.
Kiss her passionately like lovers do,
like she’s the best thing that’s happened to you.
Listen to all the stories she tells,
tell her you care that she’s been through hell.
Comfort her and hold her hand,
feel her pain like you understand.
When she cries her hearts torn in half,
make her smile and make her laugh.
Hold her in a strong embrace,
wipe the teardrops from her face.
When she tells you that she dreams of you,
tell h
Daddy Would You Dance With Me? by IRideAMagicalLadle, literature
Literature
Daddy Would You Dance With Me?
Daddy will you dance with me?
With my ruby slippers,
And lost broken heart?
Daddy will you twirl with me?
With the lights burning bright,
As the world tears us apart?
Daddy will you hold and dance with me?
With my little padding slippers,
And sad broken heart?
I wake up in the morning and I can feel
it burning through my skin.
five letters
stupid things
each painful in their own right
and I cannot escape them
and I cannot improve them
What I desire is freedom and life and something more
but what I get is chains and flaws and utter misery
my own genes dragging me back into the pit of common filth
No one understands my pain
at least, as far as I know
because I hate something so fundamental about myself that most cannot imagine the vitriol
I doubt any other individual on this planet feels the way I feel as I
stare at the label tattooed on my forehead
blazing
cutting
digging in throu