Miscellaneous:

[jakeminick]

By date she collects materials,
Exuding care through a slow heat.

And
As if this potion new her desires,
She pours affection while stirring lightly.

Never to disturb her focus of force
And, whispering discourse,
She blows breath upon her spell.

It looks as though her reflection can be seen in this magic.

All her tears of happiness, sadness,
Delusions and seclusions
She drips.

Stirring lightly while biting her lip…

‘It will,” she forces,
Hoping
(But, holding back
Ever so slightly),
'Become the hug that ran from aging.”

‘Blaming surroundings invites nothing.”

‘This carelessness I miss is bubbling.”…

‘I’m entrusting you
Cauldron,
To hold my pieces while I sleep.”

‘If you seep a drop,
(Shaking her finger and a hand on her hip)

‘I will throw you in the ocean.”

With this, the potion is left
Over a small flame
To remain
A fantasy’s simmer…

We are all made to contain the eye’s glimmer.


Special Bonus Rants:

Never ending cleansing and filtering of filth.
Attempting a sifting of build up.
And when
The alchemy begins to clear.
Awaken the will
To scream at the fear.


Catastrophic thought of possible consciousness.
Avid amounts of continuous advancement.
Through the video chamber,
She climbs the mountain into view
And counts the days.
Able to find the world with a flick
And crush it with feeling.
She is transforming life
Into bits of elastic continuation.
Hellish clutches mean nothing to her.
She kisses my cheek
And assures me that,
She’ll never let them take me.
We’ll ride into the forces
On a thrust of impatience.
And I crawl back inside myself
To find
We are one
And the sum
Of manifestation.