Bid you brew me a warm drink
For my dreams have been unruly
In my headbound hood
My tattered hair has gotten green
I’m sick of this, sick of that
But you’re not as dumb as that
Cut open my clumsy skull
And color your maps in me
Our hearts did us wrong
So ignite the precious embers
Sleep is a welcome gadget
In our fury surrounded sea
Our bodies are due to return
In the loud, loud rain
So that our little bellies don’t speak
Bid you brew us a warm drink
Gabriel’s Horn
And from that day the skies quaked
Rich and blue, felt it in my veins
The numbing winds sliced the skin
For your approval, as long as it takes
I remember those caring needles
An omen for those who didn’t believe
That an elegant chaos flies in the clouds
Eternally looped to keep the peace
The proof is in your bones
As are the shards of your defeat
Such memories will never fade
Since the day the skies quaked
"Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the disheveled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame."
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the disheveled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame."
— W.B. Yeats, The Land of Heart’s Desire (via fernsandmoss)
(via aleatoryalarmalligator)
I wonder what species find us delicious
To sever our limbs as their stomachs erupt
Viciously split our bones and ingest the warm marrow
We probably wouldn’t have to search far
Such delicacies are served right here
By our very hands
Salt & Metal
The walls are a beautiful shade of crimson
Ivory furnishings stun my retinas
You can taste the salt in the air
Trying to decide which sense you should trust
The source is in you marrow
You’re right where you should be
Though it’s a realm you can’t taste
The only ingredient is Fe
(Source: televisonrulesthenation)
the waves
sometimes you
have to let the wave
take you down
because if you
fight it
you’ll lose
everything,sometimes
it can’t be
beat
no matter who you are,
what you’ve done,
what you think you’re
gonna do,so you throw the switch to
autopilot, grab
a drink and hope
there’s something left
when you
float back
up
"let them go – the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers – you must let them go they
were born
to go"
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers – you must let them go they
were born
to go"
— e.e. cummings, excerpt from let it go - the (via arpeggia)
"All I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by."
— John Masefield, Sea-Fever
