Earthbound

It’s been twenty years
Since we’ve had to live without
The comfort of air conditioning
And it’s hard
It’s really fucking hard
Melting into furniture
Oozing across the floor
To get a drink from
The tired fridge
Which huffs and puffs
Every time you open the door

It’s been twenty years
Since we lived in that creaky
Wooden apartment building
With its tin roof
And its wraparound porch
And God in Heaven
Shade trees

It’s been twenty-five years
Since I met you
Sweet Thing
And I sure ain’t gonna lie
This infernal heat
Makes me wonder about Hell

But when you turn to me
With a devilish grin
I see an angel

Still

Azuki Lynn

off the rails /
bursting at the screams

Played 537 times

BushComedown

Click here for the lyrics.

(Reblogged from scarymarymusic)

Gulls at Dawn

Floating on the swells
Synthesis of wind & brine
Clouds obscure the sun

Azuki Lynn

apathy /
weapon

Lub Dub

Her pain is a heartbeat

Skip
Skip
Skipping

Her eyes are saline

Drip
Drip
Dripping

She sees herself

Slip
Slip
Slipping

But
The
Zigzag
Green
Line
Keeps
On

Blip
Blip
Blipping

Azuki Lynn

(Reblogged from strawberrylicorice)

songofanothersummer:

There is an immense “now”
that I cannot come to terms with

but I will lament its passing
when it fades to “later”

replaced with a new,
and equally terrifying “now”,

only, that will be “then” 
and I am already afraid.

(Reblogged from songofanothersummer)

Flow

anautumnroad:

seaweed sways
with rough, choppy tides—
hard wind blows my hair

-Mark Morgan

(Reblogged from anautumnroad)

tie-dyed chrysalis /
versatility engine

Tinder & Spark

I, the tinder

And you,
The spark

Let me touch
You with song lyrics
With poetry
With fire
Let me fill you up
With the very
Essence of desire

Heat sears my skin
As I imagine you here
I hold close the flame
And let it burn

Collaboration poem by Flakeybakey and Azuki Lynn. Mine is the middle stanza. Loved collaborating with you again, Flakeybakey. Thank you!

(Reblogged from birthmark-poetry)

Countdown

echoes-of-me:

Poetry has left me
Replaced with lesson plans
And strands of paint
I picture rich magenta
Oozing between fingers
Flung crashing into butter
Watching sunset bloom between

My dreams of stanzas are stuck
Gnawed between dreams yet unseen
For doomsday approaches
Where 120 pairs of eyes
Will turn my way

I must not fail

(Reblogged from echoes-of-me)

Nightshade

pinnacleofthoughts:

In gardens of

nightshade she roams

picking splinters

from her socks

and listening to

the heartbeat

of the moon.

There is a

poem ‘neath

her lips

yearning to be

uttered

about how 

a girl,

despite the

lightness of

her step,

fell in love 

with the dark.

(Reblogged from pinnacleofthoughts)

Then as Now

Have you ever gone back to a house you once lived in as a child? Opened its closet doors? Gazed out at its yard through dusty glass?

Have you ever felt smaller than you were way back then?

Almost as if you’d been reborn as a little mouse?

There is a quiet introspection there, in that remembered house.

Some profundity that nags at your thoughts, but escapes you as you finally turn to go.

That is how this night feels.

Azuki Lynn