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softenedthe sky whispers,
ribbons of crystalline quiet,
same shade as the angel dust
you shivered every time we were
in the darkness, we were
sorry birds searching for
open dawns. you, the
swan, me, the
black as night and
just as hopeful.
and there were poems
written in your skin, universes
blooming in your hands; your eyes
were a December sunrise saving me
from any sleep.
I’ve decided that
people are a composition of
all their greatest memories—and you,
you were always the most
beautiful piece of
Two SoulsCould I touch a silent thought?
Could I know the colour of a word?
Could I hear the universe full of stars?
Could I hold the sea in my arms?
Could I stroke your voice?
Could I live in your heart?
A song never sung
A paper never drawn
A game never won
A man never loved
A flower that moves
A bird on my hair
A tree always blue
AirI want to lose myself
in an illogical need
I want to remember
how to breathe.
What is Air
if not you?
Pull Me ClosePull me close
Hold me tight
Tell me silently
That it’ll be alright
‘Cause when you’re near
I feel my heart beating,
When I see you
I feel alive,
When you hold me
I know it’s OK,
And I revel in feeling
The sound of you breathing
With your heart right next
The Mosaic and The Wanderer.Yes this whole has been beaten down, broken now in decrepitude.
Scattered, thrown here or there by wanders kicking loose pebbles.
A stranger strolls and sees a stone to keep for his own collection.
He didn't hear the rubble cry as another part of them is stolen.
That was the day the sky turn gray with a storm of unknown magnitude.
Flooding rain washed what pieces remained into a shallow puddle.
In sediment they settled, put back together by this muddy concoction.
As the day exsiccates a mosaic is made and a soul has been awakened.
A woman rises from the sand to search for a man, and the part of her he's taken.
He loves to stroll and walk alone, his thought always so bestrewed.
Wander, meander where time doesn't matter. He's tired of a constant dribble.
Remembering the trinket he reaches in his pocket, and is startled with a pulsing motion.
Pulling out hi
Condemned AloneI always fail in love;
No matter the man I'm with,
He will leave eventually.
My heart rarely smiles
Ripped apart like a curtain
Of memories that
Fades with morning light.
And if I put my trust in you,
Will I regret it, only time will know.
Inside, I seethe
In rage, crying.
Why am I built
To spend a
I'm not sure what to believe;
All these years exposed to lies,
I am filled with bitterness.
I am their puppet;
They reduce me to worthlessness
Incapable to thrive.
Too scared to leap beyond the moon
Where lovers reside in harmony.
Inside, I seethe
In rage, crying.
Why am I built
To spend a
Lesbian first kiss~laying together, on the bed.
Not touching, I go closer in
Snuggling into you a bit
I play with your cheek,
you play with my hair
I go closer and snuggle..
This time my head
is gently on your shoulder
You snuggle back into my neck
Looking at your face, then your eyes
Your eyes are looking at my lips
I gently grab your chin and lift
I can see your face in perfect view,
you get scared and look down..
I reassure you with a hug.
Look back into your eyes
grab your chin and kiss..
I can feel our lips tremble,
frightened; wanting more
Slowly but gently kissing
explosions of emotions
Beams of sweat on palms
We part away for a second
We kiss again with more confidence
touching each others bodies
stroking slowly, at each others curve
I LoveDear Lover,
I love what we have,
And not what we need,
Or should be:
I love the way we function,
When we're nearly dead,
The way you:
I love the way my heart thuds,
When I relinquish the sweet air
In exchange for:
Your toxic fumes,
And I choke.
I love it,
I love it,
I love you.
Sincerely, the Heartbroken
~Love~Love is like power
its strong but can only last so long...
Many people believe there is a red string connected with your soul mate
But strings can snap eventually...
Golden hearts connected together.
Then to rust and break...
love can make you happy and positive
but also sad and negative
very regretful too...
But pay close attention, you'll only get this once.
Pick your partner carefully.
They may just pick your forever..
Star-kissed SpineShe has this air about her
that I don't quite understand.
It's as if her spine is the night sky,
caressing the heavenly bodies
of the planets on her skin.
like that of a porcelain doll.
She is fishnet and lace,
black and white,
and all the in-betweens.
I'll take her star-kissed spine
and she can have my battered rib cage,
my sore, slow heart
if only she'll take them.
Desirable SweetnessSkin is so soft so sweet, for it melts in my mouth like chocolate, it makes me wonder if you have ever
Been in love before, for I am eager to know if anyone else has been able to taste your desirable churned
Sweetness, for it makes me quite jealous for someone else has touched you first, seeing your hidden
Away treasures when hearts flourish and beat as one, as the lights dim to see such gloomed pleased
Eyes in an embowered place, in which empowers the sweet aroma of the occasion, such sweetness
Haunts my very soul, and has relished in the faery power of my unreflecting love……
Snapshots of usthe grass doesn’t grow here;
it’s all picket fences and five millimetre lawns
but ours is a jungle, guarded by thorns
as we entwine, anchoring each other
sunshine bathed and blurry
with Narnia tucked behind the beehive
still we’d rather be nomadic than settle
(we are blinkered but bolting)
and smoke and mirrors have more substance than
this hushed hunting for the other shoe
and the lipstick stains on your collar
it feels a little incestuous
but we chose the second circle
and dark matter is a time-bomb, ticking
so I sink into you again (and again)
rooting for salvation beneath your husk
and hoping we’ll find right
rippleshow many ripples you can cause
in the ocean of someone's heart,
each person has a tidal system they must abide and sometimes,
(even though you know better than to fight the waves)
you can't help but fool yourself into thinking
you can dive a little deeper.
(even though you're running out of air already)
and i am already becoming an expert in
clasping my hands together just right
so that it feels like someone else's fingers
interlaced with mine,
i know how to drape one leg over the other
to make it seem as though it's your ankle touching my foot
i press my back to the pillow beside me,
pretend its more than
just my body warmth heati
That Thing Called LoveA moment
Can be written
subrogationwhile you sailed the seven seas,
I dreamt I danced with the wolves.
It was a dark night; and in the clearing they circled me,
crowned by fireflies.
While we twirled and twirled around the fire,
the gods made and unmade the world,
so many times they undid themselves
and my dream,
and I fell into consciousness like into a seamless abyss,
and crashed into a floor of stone;
but when I opened my eyes, I was in your arms,
and you had stopped rowing.
Picture With WordsCan I paint you a picture?
Can I paint you lines from a song?
The old torn photographs.
Still digital like nothing went wrong.
Could I make it more vivid?
Help me find the truth in your lies.
Could you of taken more advantedge of me?
Why didn't you just leave me that night?
Can I help you make a wish?
Can it truly come true from a star?
Did you ever really believe?
Why do I still wish to be where you are?
Can I say this more clearly?
Love is the hardest thing to do.
Are you really as blind as you act?
What more do you want except for someone to love you?
What else do you want?
What else can I say?
Why wasn't everything ever
WantedMy heart has done some breaking.
My pride has taken some beatings.
I know I should do some rearanging but I need to figure out how.
My mind has done some racing.
My body has done its pacing.
I know I need to do some thinking but what's the point now?
Why didn't I lay down my pen?
Why did I ask for your advice?
Why can't we be more than friends?
Next time I'll think twice.
My body has been bruised.
My mind has been abused.
I know that I tend to lose but I didn't mean to lose my mind.
I am often used.
I meant all my I love you's.
I know that I should be through but I am perfectly content with the tears I cry.
Why didn't I lay do
More Than WordsPage after page and lines after lines.
Lyric after lyric and rhyme after rhyme.
A million ways to describe how I feel.
But all of these feelings would be so surreal.
I can't pretend that I don't wait to scream.
Or that lately I have not been brought to my knees.
An ocean of tears have fallen from my eyes.
Day after day and goodbye after goodbye.
There are not many ways to say I love you.
And its not the easiest thing to prove.
I can't pretend that I don't hurt.
Or say that I don't love you more than words.
Sharp ObjectsCrystal white purity falls like snow on the ground.
Distorted image of a world that shouldn't still be spinning around.
Get on this out of control carousel and wait while I silently depart.
I'll leave you to play with the sharp objects that are commonly known as a broken heart.
Piece together a puzzle of a memory of a smiling face.
A constant reminder on your table of the life that you can't change.
That photo may be faded but the memory is burned into your mind.
You'd rather bury your head loking for the answer you soul will probably never find.
Crystal white purity falls like I did when I crashed to the ground.
Can't get back on my
I Can't ForgetForget about trying to forget.
Live with the mistake.
Don't carry around the regret.
Stick with the choices you make.
Don't bring the gasoline.
Some bridges you have to burn.
I'll stay in a memory.
Once you've gone you can't return.
So forget about trying to turn back.
Sometimes even angels cry.
Don't hate me for what I lack.
Give me one last goodbye.
Push past the people you've seen.
Can you remember a name?
Stand up for what you believe.
Break off the finger of blame.
Give me a reason.
Make up a rhyme.
I need a change of season.
I give up my time.
Help me find a little harmony.
I need a little peace.
Pillows Don't Hug BackSometimes mountains seem to crumble over night.
And we are often pushed to the limit with no more will to fight.
We cry ourselves to sleep because of the memories of the past.
And its a striking realization when pillows don't hug back.
I've traveled a long hard way on a beaten worn down road.
I've often felt abandoned and betrayed in facing the great unknown.
But I've come a long way from the gray place in which I used to be.
But I've had my own trials and am often brought crashing down to my knees.
I've had my pride torn down and my self-asteem ripped apart.
Can you even find my heard among all of the pieces and broken shards?
An IslandA tongue stilled by fear,
wrapped tight, like a noose.
His eyes like coffee and sunshine,
hair like earth, dark and disheveled.
When he speaks, she hears the rustling
of paper with rough edges.
Only the whispered embrace,
light as a feather, heavy as marble.
A fleeting chance to speak with burning affection,
but fears of the flame kept her silent.
Now he sets pen to paper, Love
flowing like hot water to bath.
Words of moonlight, bathing him
in a silver halo.
Words for another, a night haired
exotic beauty, the two women night and day.
And so her pupils were two
lonely islands, surrounded by water.
JoyceHaving kicked the man in the balls and relieved him of his belongings, Joyce wasn't quite sure what to do next. She could run, but he might come after her the next minute. If she tied him up here, in the middle of nowhere, he might be eaten by wolves; or starve to death. Besides, she didn't have any rope. She could kill him... perhaps. The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth.
'What am I to do with you?' she sighed.
'Well,' he groaned while giving her a look that sent shivers down her spine, 'You can run, but that won't help you, cause I will find you! So you just wait another few minutes until I get back up again - and I mean úp- and t
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