Wake up

Hope by oo-rein-oo via DeviantArt.com

Be who you want

To be

Today

Don’t bring the

Doubt carried

Aimlessly

By yesterday

Know that was

Who you were

And today

Is who you are

But, oh, sweet child

You get to be

Whoever

You want

To be

You are infinite

Possibility

Only limited by

What your

Ageless soul

Can

Imagine

So go now

Begin today

Let the power of that

Beginning

Flow through

Every thought

And aim for brilliance

Because

There is nothing

You cannot accomplish

You are

Your own hearts

Desire

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Anew

.The baby sky III. by viviluong
.The baby sky III. by viviluong via DeviantArt.com

Awakened
by life’s winged lovers
singing breathlessly
into the brutal morning
my soul pressed
to the sky
I dip my fingers
in the soft froth
tentative with it’s dusky chill
but magic extends beyond
imagination
and the scorching
electricity of
the storm within me
warms the clouds
so they may weave
themselves
into a blanket fort
of the heavens
unencumbered by
time, this eternal
hourglass
I once believed to be
filled with dust
sparkles and swirls
with sanded sugar
minutes and hours
glittering softly
as the sun begins
to filter through
my makeshift canopy
I feel tomorrow
alive and kicking
like a newborn babe
yesterday’s child
a chance to start
anew
born without the pain
of memory
beguiled by the
beautiful world
beneath its feet
she knows nothing
of my savagery
or grace
so i pick her up
rock her, swaddle her
soothe her
I will be different
with this day
a kinder, gentler keeper
of time
for the sake of
all of those tomorrows
yet to come

forehead kisses

 

unknown artist, found on Tubmlr

in the ungrateful grip of
life’s swelling stress
the obligatory demand to be
useful, responsible, helpful
kind

my mind is a hot swarm
of angry darkness
diluted only by anticipation

a hope

that your gaze might quiet
the storm behind my eyes

that your soft, warm kiss
might press peace inside

that your firm, gentle hands
might offer escape
from that brutal
prison
I lock myself
inside
to keep the world safe
from my wicked
black
truth

hold me hard

kiss me savagely

fuck the thoughts away

but make me ok
with that gentle
purposeful
persuation
of a kiss given only to

the cherished

the adored

the precious

your reward will be
beyond
words

touch speak

the angry black
truths
swirling deep inside
my voiceless soul
rest willingly
beneath
your tenderness
touch me
press your love
into my skin
with the brush
of fingertips
light as feathers
the work they do
there
here
oh, everywhere
will never be seen
but the ripple
beneath the surface
is an undercurrent
flush with
medicine
to cure the mute
heated
and sped
throughout me
give me the reason
to ignore
my own
hateful thoughts
wrap me
in want
don’t grip me
in fear
my turbulent heart
is starved
for
your gentle hand
touch me
kiss me
find me
and I
will say
everything

Morning

Morgennebel by rattus_bavariae via DeviantArt.com

When the sky falls
You pull me near
My umbrella
My savior
My hope
Holding onto me
So tight
Holding me up
When I feel like
I am the sky
Burdened by the
Weight of the sun
And responsible
For feeding
The world
You remind me
I’m only a girl
Your girl
And my obligation
Is simply to rest
In your arms
Until the storm
Passes
And a new day
Kisses my lips
Infusing me
With strength
To try
Again
Push through
Another day
So that i can be
Held again
Saved again
Each night
And every morning
Through
Our
Forever

Warmth

A Warm Touch by NovaMcKnight
A Warm Touch by NovaMcKnight via DeviantArt.com

His skin burned bright with the desire surfacing from within. The fire in his soul a damp, red sun fueling the hunger in his touch, made more intense by the pink heat of the desert outside.

I often wondered if he’d ever cool down. But even after decades, his want had never abated. Even through the trials of war which desiccated everything we knew. Years of chasing and being chased by devils. Our marriage peppered with miscarriages followed by months of devastation. Nothing ever made him see me differently. He always treated me the same. He wanted me just the same. And no matter where we were, in the frozen city where we met, the icy ridges of the mountains where he had hidden me, the stormy beaches we’d traveled looking for peace, or this dessert, cooled by the nuclear winter, he was always warm.

It was habitual for us, the way he would take me every Friday evening. Some might say such a routine is unromantic, even tedious. But when he came home, stalking me through the house like an animal before pouncing, pinning and devouring me, monotony was the furthest thing from my mind.

Collapsing onto my side on the kitchen floor, giggling as his whiskers tickled my shoulder and sighing when his arms folded around me from behind, I watched the sky burn away into an amethyst haze.

“I missed you, Mrs.”

Squirming around in his embrace, I flipped over to face him and hold his salted jaw between my hands.

“Since you’re filthy and sweating all over my clean floor, I’m not sure I can say the same.”

His fingers raked through my damp hair as he chuckled.

“That sass doesn’t make me want to clean up any faster.”

His hand wound around my golden tresses, tugging lightly to raise my eyes so that I looked into his. They were as clear and brilliant as they’d ever been. But, something new had taken residence in his stare. Something that traced cool fingers down my spine. Something that held more weight than I thought was possible in his gaze. Something that made me swallow hard against the lump of empathy growing in the pit of my stomach.

“What’s wrong, Mister?”

As a General in the Gulf Militia, Ant had carried the responsibility of thousands of lives, hundreds of thousands, for decades. The heft hardens most men. Makes them power drunk or breaks them completely. But Ant had lived through the war that broke the Earth, and stood before the council of what was left of our world’s leaders with all the heart and devotion of a little boy dreaming of being president.

There were fourteen of them left. In the famine and fury of worldwide revolution, thousands of military and government leaders had been killed or fled. The death toll after ten years of post-nuclear fighting surpassed the actual nuclear attacks. But fourteen men and women found a way to finally settle the chaos.

My Ant was one of them.

“Do you remember when we came here? You’d told me we should make our home in the center of this dead land.” I nodded, searching a reason for that memory. “You said that it didn’t matter if America was gone. And you said-.”

His eyes were wet and he choked on the recollection.

“I said the world would be our country someday and that Texas could be it’s heart.”

We’d traveled all over the continent. The bombs had turned the east and west coasts to rubble, and the fallout from the concentration of attacks in the east reached as far as the Mississippi River. The north had been plunged into a nightmarish nuclear winter that made so much of the continent uninhabitable. And what was left of the western states after the collapse of California was dismal.

But Texas had been warm. And it simply felt right.

“Yes, Mrs. And you were so very right.”

Tears slipped down the ridge of his nose as he pulled my forehead to his.

“You’re scaring me, Ant. What is wrong? What has happened?”

I pulled away, praying silently that there wasn’t more war coming.

But as he shook his head and pulled me tightly into his arms, I knew it was something worse.

I didn’t cry. I’d known my whole life that being loved by him was more than any poor frostbitten orphan could have ever dreamed. I’d known after each lost pregnancy, seen it in the disappointed eyes of all of his soldiers. I’d felt it in the furious storm of security that swaddled me each time we went out. And more than anything, I’d heard it from my own heart.

The troubles weren’t his, which was rare in this post-apocolypse. My doctors, fertility specialists, nutritionists, anyone who had seen the scans knew it was my body that could not accept pregnancy.

If there’d never been any bombs, we would have simply hired a surrogate.

But if there had never been a bomb, my family would have lived. And I wouldn’t have endured the countless rapes that destroyed my body before Ant rescued me.

Irony is the cruelest joke.

“Is there already another?”

My voice was mist leaving my lungs. I felt myself dying inside as his arms tightened further around me.

“There could never be another.”

I pushed against his chest as my mind crumpled and my heart flew. My face ached with confusion and unshed tears. I glared into his eyes willing him to somehow split into two men so that no choice ever needed to be made.

“They want me to plant my seed, yes. But I can’t-.”

He averted his eyes as he choked on the thoughts and wishes of others.

“Until death parts us. That was my vow.”

An exhausted and prickly relief washed over me. I clung to him tightly as he picked up my broken body, carrying us both to bed. He was so warm, and as I burrowed deep into that warmth, I tried to push everything down.

But I knew what I was depriving the world of. I knew the only solution was to deprive him of the choice.

We made love three more times that night. He slept fitfully as I planned and plotted. When he woke, he talked about where we could go, how we could hide. But there was no way I could keep him from the world we’d built. Rebuilt. Created from almost nothing.

When I finally fell asleep, I dreamt of a beautiful girl with tawny skin and raven hair, looking exactly like her father as she picked flowers in a sandy meadow. She had my eyes, and held my cheeks in her tiny hands.

“You won’t make it through, Momma. But I will take care of him. Don’t worry.”

Her tiny smile told me more than words ever could have. So when I awoke to the barrel of a handgun at my cheek, I simply closed my eyes again and said my last, living prayer.

I never got to meet her, his beautiful little flower. But the gunshot only killed my brain.

She was barely as big as his hand when they had to take her from my body. But she burned with the same fire as Ant, and survived with my will and determination.

And her life gave hope to a hopeless world.

 

 

 

Sparkle

Sparkle by bexa
Sparkle by bexa via DeviantArt.com

Smiles flicker

Like fireside sparks

Everyone sees

The glimmer

Between us

Made palpable

Through heartache

And tears

But now sweet

In its simplicity

Your love

Makes me sparkle

Amidst the dull

Ailments

Of life

So here I shine

For you

Stardust and fireflies

In my wake

And a full endless

Future

To light up

With my love