I felt like I was swimming in a thick water, unable to surface no matter how much I tried. Drifting in and out of consciousness as I paddled, my haze interrupted by vivid dreams and less tangible oddities from the world around my hospital bed.
There was my mother, standing in a field of tall grass, laughing and beckoning for me to come and play. At one point I felt the hospital bed beneath my still body and I could smell my sister's favourite chicken soup as if she was sitting beside me and waiting for me to eat it.
And there he was.
He wasn't with me in the water, but I could feel him near the edge of the water. He wanted me to come out, but I didn't know how to.
As I let myself drift in the current, I could smell his special scent and wished I could just follow it. I could hear his voice;
"Please come back to me"
The love I felt for him swelled in my heart, making me buoyant in the water as I tried to move closer to him, deliberately pushing at the thickness around me with tired and heavy limbs. The water slowly began to thin, becoming less fluid and feather-light, like a cool breeze.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
He sits lonely by our stream
But it passes him by
Having given life, love, and happiness
It now has nothing left to give him
So he slipped in
And minutes later
He gave himself away to the darkness that circled him
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
Rugged body hunches,
Impression of a humpback,
Spit blood more than saliva,
Straighten posture to reveal
Ghastly mold of ribcage,
Bones poke at the dermis,
Gasp, prickling oxygen,
Pierces respiratory system,
Flinch to agonizing pain
An hour of spasms at the most,
Wounds deemed trivial,
Famed hers walk around
To stitch the prized emblems
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
Mattress shifts,
Body stirs,
Rousing aromas,
Sizzling bacon,
Roasting ham,
Toasting bread,
Chase scents,
Passed portraits,
Peculiar lady,
No eyebrows,
Oak table,
Four plates,
Polished utensils,
Before meal,
Daily stretching,
Muscle bulge,
Pumping blood,
Refreshing air,
Lake preserves,
Stilled water,
Bouncing beams,
Admiration disrupted,
Distant beeping,
Labored breathing,
Hazy glimpses,
Smudgy edges,
Finally spot,
Collapsing machine,
Tangling cords
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC
To hug, to kiss
To laugh, to cry
To shake hands, to say goodbye
To greet, to smile
To meet up with new people
To chat, to ignore
To open up the once closed door
To love, to hate
To give a gift, or to take away
To stay inside, or go out to play.
To sit next to you, to stand in your arms
for when I'm with you, I'm safe from harm
If I'm left alone, or with everyone here
If we're miles apart, or side-by-side
I will love you forever
Because I am forever yours
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC
If only I could be
in your arms
one last time
even though I haven't gotten the chance to be there much.
If only I could tell you
just one more time
how much I
truly do love you
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 8:54 PM UTC
Îmi pare rău.
Îmi pare rău că te -am reușit .
Toată viața mea
Am cerut să aparțină
Și nu am
Până când a venit de-a lungul .
Mi-ai dat adăpost
Și sa oprit durerea .
Ai chiar a ieșit din drumul spre dragoste * * de mine.
Dar, după un timp,
Am dat seama
Asta a fost tot o minciună
Deci, * * ea știa *** te-ai simțit .
** A ** ei a fost .
O fată te-a iubit .
Și nu mă refer.
Adică * o *
fata
Cine nu este de mine .
P.s. Different language-Romanian
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
His name slurred on my lips
i love the ways it’s
rolled around on my tongue
loosened by my vocal chords.
every time i said
his name aloud,
it felt as though I was
becoming more and more
well versed in him;
his character
his very being.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 9:04 PM UTC
You are one.
My rapper.
You sing songs and
I feel like i fall in love all over again
when i read the words
that you write.
Sitting on my bed
Checking my messages
On my iPod
I notice
You sent me a song.
A song for me.
I thought you were kidding..
But you actually wrote me one!
“You're like a drug to me, you're not ugly
Girl you're beautiful, pharmaceutical, this world's for you to pull”
Is what you say.
Should I believe you?
I dont know..
I want to..
Very badly..
So I will
Read the lyrics every day
Just so I know
You wrote a song for me
And you love me
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC