To the woman who should be _____.
I know it won't be alright.
Maybe not this time.
Maybe not the next.
Maybe not in the next 10 years.
And maybe, just maybe not in my lifetime. Probably.
It's the things that I have done and that I did so recklessly that were the seal of fate.
The red wax on the envelope.
But to the woman who should be _____...
Please just be happy.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
I don't care to admit what I am about to disclose to you, but I long for you every day.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 8:29 PM UTC
They are, they are, yes! They are!
It had died the moment it's vein was cut from the lifeline of the tree.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
Maybe some of you will be lucky enough..
Luck might not be the word,
allow me to rephrase.
Perhaps some of you will not have the opportunity to have felt the way I have.
I have seen pristine beauty.
I have seen uncontrollable lust.
I have seen love,
not just love.
Mutual love.
Then from the opposite end of the spectrum..
I have seen utter jealousy.
I have seen shear outrage and anger.
and the deepest of all..
Disappointment.
Let us not get too far ahead of ourselves.
You must see the trigger of all of this,
the catalyst if you will.
All the way to the summit
or
Into the trenches we will go.
Regardless,
the coaster your boarding should be fun..
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC
When the wind blows I think that maybe you're back.
The memory stained planks of our stoop creek and I imagine your bare feet wandering across them to the door once more.
Such a beautifully teasing melody.
Your familiar voice brings the delicate hair on my neck and arms to attention, my pulse heavily increasing.
It's louder now.
My heart wakes me,
and for a split second
I felt as if the flesh of mine was pressed and conformed to the perfect contour of your body.
Instead,
the leather of the couch you've left behind as a reminder
moulds itself to the shape of my being.
Cocooned in a cold sweat,
the leather does not breath.
Does not beat for me.
Does not mind if I remain in this nightmare.
In this instance I am plunged into what seems like the depths of the arctic.
Drowning.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 3:44 AM UTC
Blue eyes, dark brown crazy hair.
Her beauty, breathtaking...
It was summer.
We drove through orchards of pear. Apple.
Driving, to where?
No clue.
What mattered was that day,
this was the perfect day.
The sun burnt as it fell behind the hills,
Staining the clouds with vermillion.
We're walking along a small wooden fence. Hands brushing fruit as it hangs teasingly, biting into a crisp sweet apple.
We didn't talk,
we knew what was ahead.
More and more people began to show, all wandering towards the alluring sound. Anticipation filled the senses, it was paralyzing.
A cool breeze sparked, gently swooning the orchards. I reached up, gripping the skin of a slightly bruised pear, at that time I saw her over my shoulder.
I froze.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
Upon the scant gateway
I see you
*Enthralled within
Comfortable
Adequate*
Now
With the darkness
You see, I
*Bore adventure
Unsettling
Foreign*
Then
Bearing the unobscured
Ethereal enticement
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
The thought
of you
interlocked
with him
as
we used to be
drives
me
to pure
insanity.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 10:19 PM UTC
The mountains,
Chalked with snow, Beautiful.
The trees,
Scarred from past lives, Sorrow.
The lake,
Bleeding with life, Stagnant.
The Land,
Specked with people, Oblivion.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
*The dark, fog, shadows... Sunset...
The sharp sound of a ****** of crows in a carrion tree
that has more stories to tell than the earth itself.
Slight chilling breeze
Ropes slowly swing
Specked with blood, from past lives.
The face, crying upon a rock, as if it were tears of crimson.
Echoes of children through the hollow air.
But there is nothing*
...
Nothing at all
You are alone.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC