Tell me your thoughts
of the deadly winter
and i'll"will say
"come under the covers with me
and follow my steps"
even though oh
my steps are faulty
i'll lead you the best way i can ohh
oh with these snowy flakes
take me away
with your -40 kisses
so we can freeze this moment time
OH OH Ohhhh
I'll tell you dear
my thoughts on the deadly winter
and you will say
"good, cause all i wanna do is sleep by your side
as the world freezes outside"
as them massed letter of yours gather
oh how much i wish they were like before not filled with a hateful lather
the removing of your reminders from the grey wall
brings that freedom to perform acts with release my crimson as if part of winter fall
this self loathing pain in my bleak chamber of dark regret
i know im losing your love as if it was a bet
all because i suffer alone in the bleeding rain
while you have loyal friends who make you feel no pain
yet my dark thoughts turn to the ending play
foreclosing all like a short miserable winters day
I don't fear emotion. It comforts me
Emotion cradles me in its warm embrace
Like a new born child gasping between tears
And holds me tight until I catch my breath
I don't fear language. It welcomes me
I've spoken since I was 2 and articulated for years
Words are as vital as my heart and my lungs
Even more so when they keep me from suffocating
But I fear poetry. It taunts me
Structure is my comfort
Yet the bane of my existence
It haunts me
For the road that I take
And I fear that I diverge
Too far from the rest:
My poetry lies in breaks and stanzas
Not breaths and motions
It poisons the air but breaths life to the page
It ignites the heart but dies on the lips
It penetrates the mind to it's deepest depths
But when it is spoken it dies to the flames
I do not fear the reading. I fear the response
The silence that echoes in place of the cheers
The tentative applause that chokes me to tears
The thoughts that resound:
"That's metered not free"
"It breaks far too much"
"Not slam poetry"
Too different for them
Too different for me.
I fear the impact
After the fall
Because it makes me wonder
If I'm a poet at all
There are moments in life.
Then there are moments, in life.
It's a gift to know exactly when
you discovered what love really is.
It was laying ear to ear with you,
So quiet I can almost hear your thoughts.
Cheeks pressed together,
yours so much softer than mine.
Laying, our backs on the cooled pavement
watching the sky spread out,
and the world roll over.
It's knowing I see you in a way few if any will.
A beauty that stretches past words.
Unfindable in any magazine or movie.
A living breathing diamond.
Intangible and unequaled.
It was the late night rides with the windows down.
The heat of the day dying on the breath of the wind.
The entire air charged with nostalgia.
Full of thoughts of friends and memories and feelings.
Watching the headlights cut the darkest parts of the night.
Thinking I'd die before I could find a way
to explain exactly what you mean to me,
but knowing I'd never be so happy to try for the rest of life itself.
I cannot sleep until you're home. The second that you slip under the sheets beside me I will allow sleep to take me, almost brutally. Having you beside me is enough, there need be no communication.
No-one is closer to me than you and yet, I lead a secret inner life that I just can't explain to you. I have no idea how you would respond if I were to communicate these truths. Some of these thoughts make little sense, even to me. It is enough just to have you by my side. No-one can, or should, know everything about another. You know, without knowing.
But you will be home soon. I lie here, so far from sleep, yet exhausted, and trace the contours of your face in my mind, over and over again. Your face is like granite, you are bearlike, fierce; safety, protection and sleep. You will be home, and I will lose myself in dreams that I cannot fall into while you are absent. In those dreams, there are things I cannot face alone in this bed.
You will be home, to free me from exhaustion, you will come home.
Jaylin was scared and detrimental -
with runaway scars,
his heavy breathing,
and the wolves chasing such a forgotten soul.
"I'm more afraid of death then before,
more afraid of the teeth ripping through my skull,
I have to end this dream.",
He said screaming, knowing it was but of no dream.
Is the end just above the harassing, or still just a mere speck waiting to be seen.
he screamed again, as the snow touched his face
- wishing his fellow friends could hear.
the mindless memories all over his body warned him.
It warned him he was still wanted by them.
Still yearned by the ones of which owned the forest.
"Jaylin, run! Run now!"
this wasn't his mind, but the mysteries' wind that ran next to him.
He heard it, but didn't know what it said until he saw them -
barking, running and almost screaming.
Jaylin stopped to listen to this screaming,
as if the screaming was the sound of a thousand ghosts that the Wolves killed.
Hearing all this he knew he wasn't the first.
"How could the wind know?,
Why are there some many voices in my head!?,
I don't want to be trapped like the other lost and forgotten souls!,
I don't want to be screaming in endless time of death !",
what was wished for was soon put away in the hollow sound of the universe.
they found him.
and the taste of death
where all things felt when Jaylin was bitten.
Bitten by The Wolves.
there's something about the way we are
that makes me want to explore further more
just to see where the future will take us
whether our love is truly precious
as well as sealed tight, important
if it's been worth the stress
the sleepless nights
the endless days
of day dreaming
and everlasting lust
whether my lips
really want to touch
every part of your body
and whether or not
you're perfect for me
if our love fits right
i am sure its's been worth the fight
just to be in that bliss mode every night
to think of, want, need that feeling of lust
and everlasting, soothing, intense love
never felt so alive in my entire life
i think this might just be it
i've found my soulmate
the one love
i want to keep
in my thoughts
in my dreams
until the end
A house, a mirror, a broken knife,
sudden wishes to have no strife,
the deepest urge to end a life,
anyone's in this house.
A mirror, a knife, a troubled mind,
no looking back to see what's behind,
no more chances to seek what you find,
only a shattered mirror.
A knife, a mind, a winter storm,
a sharpened blade kept where it's warm,
buried in the chest of the norm,
scars from a broken knife.
A mind, a storm, a haunted face,
all these thoughts are out of place,
disfigured by what you will erase,
misery in the mind.
A storm that brings back time and space,
it leads me to your haunting face,
all these thoughts are out of place,
nothing more can I erase.
Poetry, the place I'd hide in,
High trees full of pink and orange leaves,
No sound to be heard,
Only traces of words,
Now I've spend reading poems for nights
There you go, I have dark eye circles
My mind is dry,
no more thoughts to be revealed,
My heart is pure,
the pain is out to the world,
It's the moment comments pop out,
and my core beats faster as a smile start to sign
and I make friends,
from another continent,
that seems too far to be true,
but hey, my words to them have got through
up to their mind, twirling
straight to their veins, running
on the surface of their skin, itching
to their hearts, tickling
I want you to know that your my shinning star
You fill my heart with your magnificent light
You brighten my day and night with your dazzling light
You may not know it but you are my muse
You are my inspiration in many ways
Thoughts of you keep me going on difficult days
You brighten my days and night with dazzling light
I want you to know that whether you are near and far
You are my shinning star
You fill my heart with magnificent light
I want you to know that even though our time together is to brief
I always believe in you, and hold you dear in my heart
It is hard to part from you
You may not know it, or I might not show it but after we say Goodbye
I start to cry,then i remember, that i can not hold onto you forever
because you are a shinning star and are destined for greatness
Your my shinning star you fill my heart with magnificent light
I know that you encourage me to follow my dreams
I want you to know that a very big dream already came true
The day I first held you in my arms, and looked in your eyes and saw
that light there, and I am sure my eyes were glowing too,
I remember that day in December like it was yesterday
Always remember your a shinning star
I want you to know your my shinning star
you fill my heart with your magnificent light
you brighten my day and night with your dazzling light
I hope she reads it soon, I think she will be surprised, I hope she likes it!!