Taste the days end with me
Sweet wine of soft fireflight
and tender touch beinth a summer moon
In your arms endure
This love can be ours
Under the iridescent moonlight
Embraced within one another
To live for an eternity
Languid and soft
We shall watch the grand painting of the ages unfold before us
As time itself submits that we are one
That we are passion and love
Love that shall never shed a liquid tear
Time ages us as one to live an eternity together
The porcelain dripping down the eons can't hold us back
Nor can the God who sheds those tears for us
Ferment the seeds of this madness pause along the walls
That contain the fragile thoughts
And read the written passages that are formed in the shadows of what we have created these passing moments are the dire and forlorn wasteland of the last days we spend here.
The streets of Cleveland were cluttered with hatred
Night skies were set aglow by U.S. Steel
Lake Erie was a stagnant toxicity
47 Wilson was the home with curb appeal.
A short decade of winters I spent there
Cancer took him away at age thirty-three
Yet... in his suffering he voiced a hopeful plan
That required me to move to the mountains
of Tennessee.
He must of known the mountains would bring healing
To this broken girl slightly shy a teen
Through the hills his voice whispered sweet comfort
And eased my anxiousness and erased my bad dreams.
Safety paved each road and rolled every pasture
Stars filled the darkest skies and the streams were pristine
There my home stood at the end of a hollow
With a swing on the porch picturesquely, primitively serene.
For this, and too countless the reasons
I cling to the hills when I've lost all sense of "me"
For in the mountains my "me" questions are answered
And in them,
I reclaim sanity.
Tennessee Williams
Find out why
I wish I could
Love his smile
Fun Friday ride
be up five hundy
by midnight
LAX - NYC - IAD
police pursuit
sweet deal, high five
some things never change
test driving
the second story when
it rained
create authentic
strained
a charmed life, so good to me
day ended perfectly
awesome cake
a little bird
told me
so blessed to have you, baby
When we first met I was
enchanted
by your curly black hair
and your beautiful blue
eyes. You were wearing
a shade of mint green
and you were a little shy,
your voice was soft and
sweet and you said you
had a boyfriend.
I didn't care;
The only thing I needed
to know about you was
how you drink your coffee,
and if you would like to
have some together
some time.
I'm always falling for girls who are arrows shot through the hearts of prodigal sons.
You've been in my head for days.
I've been clinging to your later
Like a shipwrecked sailor
Clings to the shattered bow
As the ocean tries to swallow him whole.
You swallowed me whole,
And you barely even opened your mouth;
Just wide enough for me to taste honey
And see stars that have been three nights creating haloes around my drunken head.
But you'll only hold my hand in the shadows;
You'll only ask me how I am if you know the answer will be
I'm fine
not
I've got you under my skin
But you're under it, girl.
You're seven layers deep,
And suddenly you're rushing through my bloodstream
And filling my body with a five-dime dream
That is only of your face.
Everyone knows that web of red veins
All lead back to the heart.
So I'm putting up fences
But leaving gaps between the posts
So when you’ve circulated my system
and I can feel you tingling electricity in every one of my cells
It’ll look like the bars I’ve put up were to keep you out
But really the space between was to let you in.
I’ll be shining a light so bright that maybe you’ll grow powdered wings
and flutter towards me like a moth who can’t ignore the flame for even one more second.
You’re more like a butterfly though.
When I look at you I see every colour;
I see grace and beauty, and in your voice I hear a melody so sweet it makes me wonder
whether you’re a girl,
Or if maybe you’re a songbird.
Maybe you build a new nest every night
From twigs and feathers and broken hearts.
You showed me a cutting of your old boyfriend’s hair
That you keep in your wallet
Because you dream of recreating him.
I thought if I knew how I’d make an army of this boy for you,
I’d carve his face from limestone
And give him blossoms for eyes
But I’d give him my lips,
So that when you kissed him I’d taste you.
And it’s not like I’d make you,
But inside my head we’re every day making each other laugh;
We’re every day running through dappled fields,
Calling each other’s names,
Smelling each other’s hair.
It’s the sweetest thing.
That’s all I really want to say
Is that you make me smile and dream,
And sometimes I’m looking at your face
For just a bit longer than you’re looking at mine,
And in the half-light I think,
Isn’t she beautiful.
Yes its something i scribbled here and there a long time ago
A dark night dawned upon us as i found myself on a little boat decorated with little lights and me and my heart throb stood facing the wide open sea. we didn’t speak. didn’t move. didn’t blink. i soaked the sweet smell of the sea and let the wind into my hair. then we slowly climbed into the ice cold waters. we looked into each other’s eyes and just stayed as we were. an invisible element slowly but gradually pulled us apart and no matter how much i tried swimming, my body was possessed by the unknown.
he drifted apart, away and in the dark, desolate night, and i found myself at sea. with no one to save me.
i woke up to find myself on the floor near the entrance of my house door. my eyes were heavy with dried tears and my body ached. i felt empty, hollow, like something was missing.
yes. the boy i loved was a nightmare to me. just like every other nightmare, you end up either screaming or crying.
sleepless nights are more preferred to than this, don't you think?
everyone's trying to say stuff and it's so important
i go crazy in the summer because of how much i sweat
i sweat so much i could fill you an ocean and promise that if you drink it you'd survive
you and me on a deserted island filled with desserts
cream puffs and personal sized blueberry pies like the kinds they sell at ~whole foods~
except better, cause this kind of blueberry pie is chalked full of gluten
you and i could live on this island
my sweat sea, dissecting us from everyone else
we'd eat sweets
and get so fat and lick at each others faces, not even bothering to mutter that the other
has cream on their cheek
if you sigh
and tell me that he doesn’t love you,
if you sigh
and say he’ll eventually forget about you,
i will remind you.
i’ll remind you
that all of those whispered
sweet nothing’s
become everything
when it’s late at night
and your limbs are so
wound up
that you can’t tell whose
is whose anymore.
when there are actions to
back the sweet everything’s up,
soft temple kisses
like praying for a peaceful night,
a warm hand on the small of your back.
sweet,
everything and anything sweet.
but not nothing.
They said she was saved
Sanctified
Oh but she's a hell raiser
the pages in her Bible don't flip
but her hips shake
faster than a whore turns tricks
they say she was baptized
by John the Baptist himself
but she came out to her mother
in a christian book store
her cheeks blushed
pink red
They say she flew with the angels
but seduces demons at night
Gods her captain
but she missed the flight
she didn't wanna fly to close to the heavens
But she kissed her rosary
as she clutched the book of Mormon
the star of David tatted across her shoulder
A hell raiser in the true
saved
Sanctified
But she seduces Satan himself
with the holy water sprinkled over her lip gloss
because her kisses are heavenly divine
The scriptures in her Bible
Have no name
unrecognizable from her pain
Shes just Rose Marie
the daunting seductress
dressed in nuns clothes
Flying in religion
to hide her shame
Shelter me from the rain my muse
Touch the solace on my ever furrowed brow
Liquid the red rain tethers me to earth
Hangs languid while the last falls from oblique skies
Disappearing into the insipid blackness
Becoming hard to swallow bitterness upon my tongue
Less of the sweet coated in yesterdays words
Engraved cold upon marble monuments
Silent sentinels for the dawn shadows
Intended for other dreams yet to be
Still the lingering doubt remains
Have a I loved you before I loved you into existence
© 2013 Adrian AIDZ Giannini
