We talk all
day and night,
but you have
never told me
I was beautiful.
You would try
to become someone
you really aren't
in hopes to
impress me greatly.
The only way
you can impress
my little shattered
heart is to
call me beautiful.
Ripples spread throughout the water
Another drop hits disrupting the beautiful ripples.
I watch more drops fall and look to the sky feeling a sense of sadness
Not that there is something to be sad for it's just that the world is crying that's all
Remaining slight for a minute then I cry along with the world
Another tear falls disrupting the ripples, the beautiful ripples.
I let them fall and look to the sky feeling the world's sadness wrap itself around me.
Not stopping it from keeping me warm, Not going to stop crying not until the world stops.
i fall in love with painted words
the meaning has no meaning
as long as they are beautiful
spoken in a sincere voice
by someone i love
and then i am forever
questing to hear
your masterful phrases
devoid of all meaning
just one more time.
I was just about to give up on seeing anyone remotely attractive,
when I spied the best looking guy.
Every morning was painful,
to see his beautiful face and to know
that there was a slim to none chance that he would ever like someone like me.
While you sleep, I am awake, I sit at the foot of your bed and I stand guard,
it is difficult to ward off the imps that chase you far and hard,
To me it appears you are asleep, yet you toss, you turn, whimper and startle,
I hear your groans and I drop my head, I may look defeated, but I am just in prayer,
I can't stop those mares who stamp at night,
bridled rein in the hand of a dark heart,
They rest in the daylight when you are not able to stop or go slow, but hark,
they come calling as the sun is low and you are a feather falling lightly, oh that stark,
reality is they are waiting for you land like a rock,
you always do hope for a soft one on a blanket in a park,
but I know concrete slab and cold steel greet you and
the shadows take aim and mark,
your journey this night, the scars don't show by mornings light, yet the drains tap,
into your energy, and I can only watch, no weapon in my hand, no tear from my eye,
will ease the battle, so I pray and I pray to remind me to pray,
as you alone enter the fray,
defenceless, against the assault, we know there is no fault,
or if you were to give in and stay
until the dreams ran out,
of their hold, that heartless vice that turns and won't
let go of your beautiful fertile imaginative mind, vulnerable
and alone. I am beside you and
yet I wait, to comfort, with only a word that I am near,
you are not alone, "I am here", night watching.
Love is a perfect gift
For pure and precious hearts
Delicate and tender love
To be cherished …to be cared for..
Now and forever….
Uncountable…. un measurable love is
How deep… how high.. How strong
Do you know?
Unexplainable love is sometimes
A mere thought of someone
brings tears to the eyes..
An image of your loved ones
Brightens up your day
Vivid moments together
Are reflected upon your smiles..
Endless love… endless smiles..
Endless agony…endless pain..
Love is bitter but same time its sweet…
Isn’t love is so queer?
How clever love conquers..
Your brain, your mind,
your body and soul…
Love is tireless, never ending…
Fantastic feelings...in love..
Sometimes You cry but in your heart you smiles..
So often you smiles..same time your heart cries...
See.. how wonderful yet manipulative love is?
A thousand miles is shared…
By just one love… one desire…
My love may not be perfect dear...
But I have Tears in my eyes,
you on my mind,
love in my heart
ocean in between…. can it stop me?
Can it stop you?
from saying….I LOVE YOU?
I knew you were damaged and broken
But I never knew how much
You hid it so well at times
This thing with us was new
I couldn't tell at first how hurt you were
There came a day
When we went on this special date
You surprised me
By taking me out to the country
Setting up a beautiful scene
In front of a mountain view
Under the stars
For a while, all was fine and normal
Then, tears started out of your eyes
You became so angry
Before I knew it, I was on the ground
Shellshock and dumbfound
Part of me wanted to get up and fight
The other part knew you never meant to
My face already feeling the ramifications of the attack
When you saw what you had done
I had never seen such horror before
Your eyes so wide
Kneeling down and tenderly grabbing my face
Punctuating each with I'm sorry
Trying to console and reassure you
It was alright
But we both knew it wasn't alight or okay
You needed healing
When I got home
Making you sure you were gone
Before I went in alone
Trying to hide the injury under my hat
Run to my room as fast as I could
Without looking stupid
He was coming down the hall
Asking how things went
I replied then went on
But he could tell; he could see things weren't okay with me
He blocked my way
Then gently lifted my hat
Much similar to your reaction, he responded with horror
Wide eyes, confusion and then realization
Anger came right after that
I knew he was going kill you
Putting my hands on his chest
Blocking his forward passage
Telling him the situation
Almost yelling at him
There were things he didn't know
That I did and understood
Then the door bell rang
Suddenly, desperation was replaced with horror
I knew exactly who it was
……And so did he
I came to you as a pilgrim,
palms turned upward,
You are a beautiful enigma,
a bonified butcher knife
taking aim at my cynic's perspective.
Your hands drum
to beats my heart misses.
My lungs forget
the in and out, in and out
we've been perfecting.
You bring me closer to divinity
than I have ever come before.
I can see you now, eyes ignited
to match my joint.
Cancel me to work the everyday,
gorgeous and made as if by money-
for money. My body glossing
for the lifestyle it represents
all its own.
The Curvature of my eye
shadowed behind the silk
of my hair. God
made the beautiful
for something else
than donning the same shirt and shoes
to grind another blue sky day
through to its ashy undertone.
They could call me madness
and I would rise up a dirt devil
over the scrub of the mundane-
all glimmering darkness
and suggestive dirt.
Thank you but I'm not. Really.
"Yes you are."
I'm not, I swear.
"Why not? Why are you not beautiful?"
I have no heart. No soul. Everything and everyone who loves me, I hurt... I am a monster, nothing more.
"To me your beautiful... Really."
Ok. When I hurt you don't say I didn't warn you.
"I love you. You cannot hurt me."
That's what they all say...