“we met one strange summer in a regular tangle of sticky webs you had the air of angels sweet but I-- drowned with the damned spirits in lava oceans fearing your-- foreign static frequency and grey-green eyes (I swear they are even if you-- think otherwise): storms calm ones, calmer than my-- raging coals, empty and dead you speak of souls like you believe always an optimist in pessimistic skin of ivory and titanium mesh...” LoveFaithSilenceBeautySeaRegretSorrowDepressionCalmRageEyesDeadOptimistAngelsDemonsHollowDrowningNihilismPessimistSoulsPoetry LoveSummertimeLove LetterOne SidedStar Crossed LoversOceansBeat GenerationSummer LoveBeat Poetry Author:Moonshine Noire
“The tide was coming in at Cosmo Bay and the sky bubbled with a vivid orange before smoothing out to a fading lilac over the calm sea. The late-surfers were heading back to shore, laughing and shivering slightly at the chilly breeze. A few stragglers walked, hunch-shouldered, along the rocky beach with a dog or two, or simply alone. They looked to be personal victims of the sky-god's wrath. Imprisoned by the aquatic borders oppressing them and containing them. Limiting their freedoms and joys the same way the ocean limits the sky itself. In a small coastal town like Caprice, the times only grew more depressing during the late autumn months. The locals died and shrivelled with the leaves and trees as their plastic smiles faded with the last few holidaymakers.” SeaSocietyDepressionOceanSeasonsCalmStormAutumnAestheticism Author:Moonshine Noire