i'd never thought that I would lose my virginity on a small couch in my friends living room.
but then again.
i'm not one to think about things, just rush into them like a stubborn headed hammer, breaking things along the way.
id never thought that I would run out of the house with purple, naked feet crushing the ice underneath me like small bones, in the middle of a black December silence.
and it was nice seeing a 2 am silhouette at the end of my road, cigarette in hand like always, your breath a steady stream of white, drowning me in an ocean of nicotine.
and I was high and you were drunk,
and I slipped and kissed your wine tinted lips,
and our skin made a forest fire, as we tangled ourselves in the crackle of a wood burning stove,
and the silent tread of snow on the sleeping town.
I seem to have found you. My precious I know have a cause for my very being. Life has yet again become a blur, all for you. Your laugh is like silk, a ribbon I want to smother myself in. Your eyes are like blue-bells in a field, I could get lost in them. Your face, a flawless meadow that leaves me speechless. Your voice, a golden stream of chocolate that I want to bathe in.
I seem to have lost you. My precious I know I have fallen again. Life yet again has become an empty glass, wanting to fill up again. Your laugh is like silk, and I miss the sound of it. Your eyes are like blue bells in a field, I could regret the times I spent locked in them. Your face, a haunting reminder of my pain and your rejection. Your voice, a golden stream of lies that I can't stop inhaling.
Just let me out, I don't want to be stuck in your eyes any longer. Just let me out, let me have meaning again. Just let me out, I just want to be free from you. Just let me out,
i want to dream again.
By Sakaray Skylee
Tiny Little Droplets
Like a rain of Fire
Today you remind me
How cruel life has been
I deeply thank you
Tiny Little Droplets
Flows to a stream
Tonight you will reach
The end of your line
Then I bid you farewell
Tiny Little Droplets
Sublimes through the sky
Tomorrow I shall see
You shall be there no more
I will surely be missing you
Like the sky.
Filled with winter rain drizzling finely
Waiting to be released.
Why on earth words of truth.
Became contorted into lies.
Lifted as haze over the morning stream.
Hovering as heavy vapour.
Weighing on her troubled mind.
The lady thinks.
Maybe much too much.
A timid touch.
Her gloves are violet velvet.
Streaked with stripes of sun's touch.
Not so long ago.
Oh so cute.
He was so damn cute.
She the dame, whose tongue now muted.
The lady for who,
His love for her, he disputed.
Was so vilely refuted.
Words spoken and wrote.
Fell onto eyes and the ears of the stubborn old goat.
Such spite shown.
Think she needs a drink.
He's making her sick.
Maybe she's mean.
Afraid she's not.
She sports a smile.
Masking the tears.
Sometimes she's mellow.
Sometimes she's not.
But rare moments of magic.
Such magic never will be forgot.
All she has left is a heart.
A beautiful heart vacant and hollow.
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Going inside and out
Compression to stretching
Something like breathing
Who's playing this squeezebox?
Can I make a request?
Play something lively, loud, and fast
My heart's tied in knots
My brain's hanging on
By the skin of my teeth
For the length of one song
Dance like you're dying
And dance like you're dead
Life is little more
Than a song in your head
Break down the walls and let it all in
Dance as if this moment will never end
Move to the rhythm and jump towards your soul
Suspended stringless puppet under no one's control
Fall down to yourself right on top of the beat
Spinning in the center of where all the lines meet
Slow it down for the break and take a deep breath
Potential energy buildup for what's coming next
Those chills in the moment right before it all hits
Soul body and mind caught up in the mix
Hear it; explode
Supernovate the senses
The death of a star amid a galaxy of faces
To be born again
In a jet stream of limbs
I find enlightenment
At 150 bpm
Sitting by this window is a dangerous thing.
I sit here and freeze
while not doing any work.
All I do is sit.
Sit and stare.
The day is grey and cold
And the snowfall is heavy and wet.
All I can do is observe.
I see the slippery sidewalks
as people huddle in their jackets
and carefully scurry inside.
I see the stream running fast
as the little ducks hide under the bridge
and away from the sloppy snow's touch.
I see the trees sway and the flags fly
as the wind pushes against them
and nudges them from their comforting stand-still.
I see everything but what I should bedding.
My work sits on this small circular table
and all I do is let it be.
The world outside is so much more interesting anyways.
How is a sloppy winter day such as this
I admire the glistening snowflakes as they
dress up the sidewalks.
I enjoy the poor ducks as they
snuggle together and shake their tail feathers.
I think of the swaying trees and flying flags as they
move carelessly with the wind.
And i sit here by this window
Glued to the mysteriously beautiful scene.
This truly is a dangerous thing.
White are the far-off plains, and white
The fading forests grow;
The wind dies out along the height,
And denser still the snow,
A gathering weight on roof and tree,
Falls down scarce audibly.
The road before me smooths and fills
Apace, and all about
The fences dwindle, and the hills
Are blotted slowly out;
The naked trees loom spectrally
Into the dim white sky.
The meadows and far-sheeted streams
Lie still without a sound;
Like some soft minister of dreams
The snow-fall hoods me round;
In wood and water, earth and air,
A silence everywhere.
Save when at lonely intervals
Some farmer's sleigh, urged on,
With rustling runners and sharp bells,
Swings by me and is gone;
Or from the empty waste I hear
A sound remote and clear;
The barking of a dog, or call
To cattle, sharply pealed,
Borne echoing from some wayside stall
Or barnyard far a-field;
Then all is silent, and the snow
Falls, settling soft and slow.
The evening deepens, and the gray
Folds closer earth and sky;
The world seems shrouded far away;
Its noises sleep, and I,
As secret as yon buried stream,
Plod dumbly on, and dream.
You will never know it
Cause I will never show it
I can never point my affection
In your direction
For my own, but mostly your protection
And it breaks my heart
As thoughts of you and I break apart
It was nice to think of
It was even better to dream of,
but now it just floats down a stream of,
your tears, your fears, the darkness under unlit chandeliers
So I will never show it
So you will never know it
How I truly feel...
I know beautiful places we could have gone
I would have written you the most beautiful songs,
but I'm no faker
I'm a heart breaker
and a mistake maker
I won't speak to extensively
I'll just leave it at this, your sensitivity
Could never handle my intensity
So I will never show how I truly feel
So you will never know how I truly feel
Cause your heart I could never break or steal
He's so. Fucking. Perfect.
He likes all the bits of me that I hate
and finds beauty in the things I can't.
I want to eat sprees with him in the bathtub
and dedicate every Magnetic Fields love song to him
and cover him in an endless stream of kisses.
He's the saving grace
that gives me a reason to pray.
And he gives me tinglies in my heart and in my underwear.
I'd gladly endure nine months of nausea
in order to have a miniature human with his eyes.
He makes me forget that I'm average
and encourages me to infect his dreams
I want you endlessly.
I want to be with you,
but for now a pillow will do -
I read never to trust in our own understanding and I believe that.
So I continue learning from the only source or line possible, a faithful and discrete slave, one who does not lie; one who is consistent and continually searching and researching for truth.
It is not something within me, but external I listen to.
A light that grows ever brighter through a humble channel and it makes sense.
I enjoy a feast of knowledge, a wonderful stream I can drink from and my roots stay strong because of it. Grateful and privileged I endure in a state of joy.