I have to admit, It feels like some how you're getting closer.
Or maybe it's just the hope and faith I have for you.
Maybe I just yearn for you that deeply,
Attracted to all aspects of you.
Hoping one day you'll see me.
Till then , I won't pretend I wanna go
This is where I wanna be,
You are the only one for me.
I pass like a ghost in the halls
floating on arrogance
You did it once to me and so I'll do it
twice to you
Don't bother reaching out
for your hands will only feel nothingness
And the light you marveled at has gone out
Don't say my name again unless you want it
to crack away at your lips
And please don't pretend that we never happened next time we speak.
sixteen shots and nine hits later,
do I love you still or am I wasted?
pour me another, straight vodka.
if I feel you still, I'm sure I'll take it.
puff puff pass, his smoke in my mouth.
seventeen shots and ten hits later,
love is bitter, hard to chase.
no amount of self-destruction will rid my heart
of such an unforgivable taste.
She lost herself in the
And she got lost in the
These were her few
That no one had
She tried to mumble
Softly that she was in
Need of some help
Because when you're so broken
It's hard to find yourself
She lost herself to the
And don't forget the
She fell on the way from
And now she's stuck there too
No one can hear
Our sad, small cries
Maybe if we just started
Screaming they would come
Rushing to us in surprise
I don't want to loose
Myself in this old world
I want to push away my demons and
Leave them all for good
I just need a helping hand
Because I feel so blind
I've lost myself to this old world
I have lost my soul and mind
So guide me back to the place
Where I first lost you
Maybe that way I can find
Where I lost myself too
when heaven meets the universe only god will know how to deicipher moments like these
living in moments not monologues.
i can see you sweat i can feel you cyring through your gut. we were brought here to free you from slavery.
to all that you know, be here to show, all that you know.
Through all of the daily life,
Through all the meaningless bowls of cereal and trips to work,
Through all of the bullshit and the not-good-enough,
THIS is what it's for.
This is all that fucking matters.
Nothing means anything in the face of this.
This is why we are here, what we were created to do, our highest purpose.
The purest, most extraordinary thing you can be in this life
Is in love.
The best you will ever achieve, as a human being, as a soul on this earth, is love.
That is your transcendence,
Your highest point,
The sum total of your trials,
The triumph over every single ordinary thing that has ever defeated you.
This is what it's about.
Love something. Love someONE.
Dare to be the most important thing you will ever be.
Dare to feel the most important thing you will ever feel.
Because at the end of the day,
Nothing else means anything.
This isn't Paris, there are no lights here
But the stars that sit vulnerably above the dark streets at night.
Reflecting on the drops of rain that fall with no order filling the potholes and cooling the air.
Even the desert gets cold in December, and the cold makes everyone feel lonely.
So here's to the bowl of glitter on my desk.
The letters written that will never be sent.
The twin sized bed unkempt and cold by the window
And the lights that stopped working weeks ago.
To scarves that warm necks and hats that warm heads
While there's nothing to keep my heart from nervously pounding every time the dog barks at night.
Here's to coffee tasting and wrestling over the last brownie,
Friends that become lovers and lovers that stay friends.
The lamplight is dim but it's there all the same
And as long as my shivering hands can type I'll be writing these letters I'll never send.
In the winter I am made of smoke,
in dancing twists and turns
against dark, cold air.
I wander with translucent skin
desperately feeling the sky with my fingertips
praying for snow to hug my body
and maybe bring me back down.
I come in waves,
I hurt your lungs,
try to touch me and I will disappear.
I am weightless
but so, so heavy.
Some days I feel like I am floating away
and the result of something
winding ways of moss grown stone
lead me down this path I've known
when we met and starlight shone
I said goodbye to life alone.
my painted picture differed
yours was a sculpture, Sun bleached
mine was coal, from strain leeched
a fate Id hoped, to tell no
but gods are cynical, time shows
here again I am and stand
forgotten how to lay down
feel my mind turn to sand
a mindset that live found
creases beside blue eyes
shows how much that I've grown
echoes in my empty soul
speaks to effort blood sewn
If I must wait
Until the Earth collides with the moon
To feel your warmth
If I must travel
Light years further than I've ever gone
To see your face
Because if you say
You'll wait on your death bed for me
And you mean it,
So will I.