Many promises I receive,
never bother to get any written, on paper,
as this is a continuous marathon one after the other.
If your eyes tell me that they love me, I believe, that's enough,
for the elation I need to take me forward, till the end of this road
Come with me for a distance , I'd love you for eons, for those moments,
our affinity remains mutual, till the story reaches the point of culmination.
All long journeys have moments of excitement, love and disappointment,
don't you feel your heart hurt on seeing that teardrop on the corner of my eye,
I have seen the same clouds of pain, in your skies though you tried to conceal,
Someone greets at the end, where one hangs the horn, needs only a drink of water and falls.
Thank you very much, sincerely HP friends, each and every one!
In the dark
for the shimmer of your eyes,
flashing bloody blue
in the subtle clatter of night.
For the echo of your wild laugh.
The thunder of your heart.
I sniff the air,
for scents disappearing
like the wind dancing away just out of embrace.
I look for you amidst the deeper dark,
the blades of grass,
and the soft rain of starlight.
I hunt for you.
For you blood.
And my fangs are bared,
catching the glimmer of
the swollen moon.
I hear your feet
skipping off the stones.
I imagine your sleek fingers carefully bending stalks,
delicately plucking petals
so that I might continue to follow after you
elusive but not vanishing,
escaping but in slow ballet.
I hunt for you,
my memories of you
which slip through my fingers,
like shadows fading into the dark.
I look at the Earth
to notice a dandelion
with it's sagging muted yellow mane,
bent in an unnatural way.
Then I look up at the moon.
I think you can tell
a lot about a person
from the pictures
on their phone
that needed to be captured
milestones that you accidently
forgot the camera for
sent and saved
of loved ones
sunsets and sunrises
self portraits from bored
you always meant to delete
little pieces of your heart
everywhere you go
the first day of summer
the last day of summer
places you want to go
places you ache to be again
I think you can tell a lot about a person
from the pictures on their phone
- l. m.
I feel stronger than i did last week
even though my body feels broken.
My heart is beating slower than usual
but i can keep running faster than
rain can fall from the clouds.
My eyes can't see as sharp as they used too
but everytime i see your face
it's clearer than the skies on a spring day.
Ny legs seem to drag each step i take
but when you start to walk towards me
I lift each leg as though it doesn't hurt.
My arms can't lift groceries anymore
but when you wrap your arms around me
they fall unto you without any struggle.
My past is scars inside and out
but when you're around
it doesn't exist.
The scars i see
every morning i wake up
and every night i sleep
with them caressing me.
Never forgotten shall they be.
Replaced with your face
every morning i awake
and every night i sleep with you
Never forgotten shall you be.
I want to mow the grass in your heart
so maybe weeds will stop growing in the chambers.
I see how your breath is interrupted sometimes, you hiccup
out of an intoxicating sadness
mall fountain no one tosses their dimes and wishes in.
I bought you a set of those antique hairbrushes, hand mirrors
so heavy in their silver lace
beautiful like doilies or handkerchiefs for sneezing.
May it bring you silkworms rather than one from slimy earth.
Dear you, it can be okay not to talk about
how you feel and who you love and why you love me
as long as you feel it, please know that I believe it is there.
It can be okay to brush your hair looking into a vanity,
pretending that I am your lover overseas
because you feel that way
vines as big as the Berlin Wall block your heart from mine.
And still, we love
despite the wasp nest, the sadness bugs inside.
I think that was when the numbness first settled in.
First it devoured the tangible parts of my life.
Food didn't taste, blankets didn't warm, hugs didn't comfort.
I watched it steal away my family. Somehow the love we had shared was frozen.
It took all that I could see, leaving me with almost nothing to hold.
It was still hungry, and swiftly infiltrated my heart.
That's why I didn't want you anymore. It's because I knew I couldn't love you.
I sat and couldn't feel. I tried but I'd forgotten how to feel.
Posted by Olivia Kent on May 20, 2013 at 3:10pm
Paling into insignificance,
Surrounded by sullen words with teardrops' touch!
A kiss to lift Monday from Sundays' doldrums,
Support mechanism of honour,
For one with caring hearts vengeance,
Vengeance not needed to sate dark souls desire,
Fly through petrol filled skies,
Full anger in affirmation,
Sky heart ablaze,
Burning cyclical sun storms,
Fire strikes back!
Soothed and caressed by angel's touch,
Washes toxic tears away!
Maybe I need to write on these walls
just a paragraph or two
of how you
This stupid thing in me
a monster ravenous
for my time and hands
to be heard,
tells me I'll never be cured,
and by you I'll always be allured.
Maybe that is the only way to do things
and, oh, how my little wax heart sings
softly to it.
This monster, this clawing contraption,
beats everything else down
Now, I unzip my gown.
I crave the caress
I can't remember if Jessica or .4 milligrams
Makes me happy- I would lick the wound
Between her legs or
Wash her Filter her Suck her through cotton
And fuck-pull a vein all blue and orgasm
Like the 1st time again
I drempt awake
I could taste/smell her
On the bed sheets
And the form serpentine constricting
Flow purple and black dying of thirst
Aching until the skin is broken
A little sweet blood drips out and runs
Down between the knuckles
Playing warm on nerve endings like poetry
She left some ugly scar tissue
But she would suck god
Off 4 pills- and leave him
Their screams in my face
Seems like an echo of a whisper
If you come in this house again
We call the cops
A thief and a liar are brothers
And they do not change in time
I forgot to feel
Even as her legs
I drempt that my heart stopped
And for the first time in ten eons
I was...what's that word?
There was given to me a thorn in the flesh, the messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I should be exalted above measure.
8 For this thing I besought the Lord thrice, that it might depart from me.
And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
10 Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ's sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong.
Dont Make me laugh why was my sister and me brought up
On so much domestic violence both got raped
Forced in to silence
No confessions on tape
Batterling demons with
No escaping this lions
Den hearing your
Words but you lied like
The rest of them complications in our
Family home learned
To stand alone burned
From the sceans these
Eyes were shown
Seeds but no water to
Help us grow no all I wish is I was buried so
Far below in a hole which caved in to make
Me pay for every sin
I made for this f..ked up
Life you gave my young heart crushed nothing left to save the pains ingraved im to weak trying to act brave
Death is all I seek from the cradle to the grave
Inslave my self to a being
That im only seein
In these nightmares we share f..k your pitty cos
Im a man who rarely cares barely able to stay stable on my own two
Feet traumatised victimised please let these visions die in peace hell bound on
So take another piece
..... Of my life heart love
Affection it doesnt matter any more
Theres nothing you cant
Do to me thats already
Been done ......