He’s my poem, I’m his song. Together, we’re one another’s story.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 8:11 PM UTC
My heart flutters home, meeting my soul along the way. He’s waiting, his smile brightening the atmosphere as our bodies touch, the delicate set of skins melting into a single form of art.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 8:10 PM UTC
The year was 1892,
Where the sun glowed like never before.
Her soft mahogany curls were elegantly folded into her head,
The pink blush vibrant against her porcelain skin.
Her easel was flooded with elaborate strokes,
The tones gathered from the glorious flowers erected in the fenced off garden.
The authentic golden beauty was aching from behind her, arching forward toward the warm summer morning beams.
"How funny," she whispered, "They remind me of you."
The canvas illuminated the "you" she had just mentioned, the man positioned in a gorgeous array of scenery, yet he was the focus; the true vision in her mind's eye. She wondered where he was, and why he had not yet answered her artist's call.
Her back curved toward the sunflowers and golden rods behind her in a hand-painted vase, and she made a gesture with her hands.
"I will marry you someday."
That's when a soft patter broke the silence - she was being beckoned beyond her dwelling on this day.
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 5:53 PM UTC
The rose bushes are issuing their consistent melody,
With such unbearable benevolence.
I crave surprising him with their petals, the harmonizing scent blending with the vintage lingerie and a picnic basket full of sweets, freshly cut flowers and writing he inspired.
My life, my soul, the man I love more than I did two seconds ago.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC
In love with a boy who understands what the leaves say when they whisper in the wind,
Love that’s two cups of coffee gone cold because we decided to make love on the kitchen floor.
Love that makes you realize they're both your sunrise and your sunset,
And
Love that shows you places inside yourself that you never knew existed before.
It's the kind of love, where you feel the same way about them as you do when drinking the first sip of coffee each and every morning,
And where you want to play with their hair until they can't remember what their name is.
The sort of love that isn't ordinary at all, where you know they'll be making you weak in the knees on your 34th anniversary,
And you find yourself reciting the day you first met as your favorite day.
And,
Where you're homesick for that person the second you're apart.
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 9:36 PM UTC
I just adore how you feel upon my skin, October.
I went outside to sit beneath an autumn tree
With its beautiful, colorful assortment of leaves
Crunching beneath me
And I asked,
If I looked as beautiful dying.
The passerby stare,
Analyzing the earthbound woman with a mossy soul
And never fail
To tell others
Of
The girl with golden leaves in her hair, in love with a boy who held autumn within the palms of his hands.
Blood spiller, blood drinker, heart of flame.
The days come and go, but in autumn, she cannot be tamed.
-Shauna
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 5:06 PM UTC
I ruined his life and he ruined mine, so we must be soulmates.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
leather and lace
look at her beautiful face
she wants to be a witch
she wants to be forgotten
her makeup gradually
becomes more and more post-mortem
as the days keep on piling up
and
she knows she's doing something right
when she gets the strange looks
from the passerby
she carries her guitar
like a mother carries her newborn baby
and strums the strings
just like her lover makes her feel
after a long day
and one day
that lover rips her heart out and splits it in two
resulting in her happiness dying
and now she's forgotten
and he refers to her as "that witch *****
and now she doesn't play guitar like she used to
because her motivation is gone
and not only is her makeup post-mortem
but that leather and lace girl
with the beautiful face
is now six feet under
the ground
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
Red lips, blank stare
Almost as if she came from nowhere
He mastered the art of longing for her
Despite her coming and going like a blur
And here she was, promising not to leave like everyone before
Because she wanted to be his cure
But at some point
She clutched a joint
And with a roar, threw a flower
Which his name was carved into, onto the floor
And stomped on it, crushing each and every petal
Where it lay still and settled
Forever
And
Ever
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 9:03 PM UTC
That moment when
"I love you"
Becomes synonymous
With a slam of the door
That moment when
Water pours out of your doe-like eyes
And takes the shape
Of your absent father
That moment when
You witness a stranger's father
Pushing away a girl resembling a porcelain doll's hand
And whispering,
"It hurts me more than it will ever hurt you."
That moment when
You realize
You have a hickey
Except
It's on your heart
That moment when
What used to upset you
Now amuses you greatly
Because,
You killed every inch of feeling
And replaced it
With jokes
Until
One day
You realized
You also killed yourself
In the process
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC