You lie here in my arms.
Dreams floating in my veins,
pounding my heart against your exposed back.
River flow between us, with words in the streams.
Rolling boulders over miles, a lot of weight off my shoulders.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
Do you see my smile?
Do you feel my heart?
Of course in both you take part
Do you see my strain?
Do you feel my pain?
Of course in both you show restraint
Like a wall covered in all colors, words whispered and bright flashes as the birds hover.
Spraying paint, through the air.
A splatter here and a smatter there, like loosed thoughts with a lipped taint, BEWARE.
Lest you be colored a brighter shade than the typical gray.
Then you step in light of day and the sun hangs his glowing head in dismay.
For the sun is burned by the radiance of this one.
And when those colors wane, the sun shall strike you red in pure spiteful disdain.
So red and silvery gray, ordinary, ****** and scattered days, seen through the heads painful haze.
But oh let it rain but once, the sun tucked away and all the birds awash in gray.
How can recovery ever be made, against such odds as the sun and now the rain?
Well a story rather doubtful to behold, but a truth close to the heart it shall hold.
The seemingly plainest of all birds, locked away by the brightest colors of the foolish social ways.
Well that plain bird speaks the brightest of all words.
Crafting tales to lull the rain and pacify the sun.
Painting pictures of colors the others couldn’t comprehend as one.
And that I see.
An oft believed plain bird, not ordinary to me.
And that’s extraordinary.
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 8:36 AM UTC
Sometimes I see the grimace out the corner of my eye.
I wonder why.
I won’t ask, I won’t pry.
But the smile you flash seems surreal.
Maybe it’s imagined, and maybe it’s not a big deal.
Then again what do I know what’s real?
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
Another one to believe they are the best for me.
They can cure my disease, stay away please.
Burning rage through my veins, to ease these small pains.
You say you see a saint, its a dim picture you paint..
Ill take a bite right from your soul.
Fight me when I say I'm less then whole.
I'm broken and I don't want to be fixed.
Less spoken, and I don't want these things mixed.
My heart is caged for reason, its a victim of treason.
So it never sees the sun, and it cares less if you think I'm the one.
Its a beast, ready to consume the feast behind those bright eyes.
Hide friend, these aren't lies.
I know me.
You only know what you see.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
Wanton desire here.
No fire to fear my lover.
Its in our hearts.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC
My heart was a tower at the top was a queen.
She sat on her sea glass throne, In the palace of bone. All the power of the keys she held to every lock.
But now the throne is empty, and the tower feels hollow.
Whims of a shadow I follow.
My home is away to forever roam.
I feel alone Like an ent. When the ent wives left their lives.
Though I wander for centuries,
The gardens grow bare as I have no luck finding who once tended there
With the memories of when life was in these gardens with her care. Ill sing sad songs to these leaves, and hope to one day have the flowers she would share.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 7:49 AM UTC
For ***** sake, why the hell am I awake?
The clock strikes past twelve in many leaps and bounds.
I lay here with out a sound, desperately throwing my self at sleep.
Reasonably speaking, I'm being tormented by the secrets I am keeping.
Weaken the divide between sanity and my reality.
Exams in short time, all I can do is work out line after line.
Something in my soul is aching, fabric of gravity is breaking.
I'm floating away on my daydreams of peace and tranquility.
Listening for when it’s said you’ve lost that ability.
I just want to lose my mind in solitude, don’t be pained its not my intention to be rude.
So voices between my ears, expound no more fears.
It’s of small concern, every flaw you can discern.
Brain ill punish you, ill trip you and trick you, hold my breath until I'm blue.
Collaborating with my heart and spirit to break down walls we toiled hard to build.
No sleep for me.
My mind is filled.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 7:40 AM UTC
I'm a parakeet, a tiny bird with an awfully loud chirp
but no tweets from me when I'm hurt.
I'm a penguin, winged and feathered, yet to the ground I'm tethered
I yearn to leave this barren cold, see the sunshine and take hold.
I'm a blue-jay, brightly colored, with pompous dress.
yet when I expound my toil, the world roils and is left a stark gray mess
I'm a hummingbird, fast and agile, seen here yet never really there.
I'm harder to see the harder you stare, so from your gaze I sever.
I'm a roadrunner, from coyotes and care I flee
Cant you see this disease? I don’t know what me, me is to be, so that I can be, the best me I can be.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 7:38 AM UTC
I do not love you because you are beautiful.
You are beautiful to me because of my love for you.
This is true.
You do not fit a certain standard.
I did not pick you like an article of clothing
Shallow kiddy pools may pander to the standard rules.
Being open to pure love does not require sugar coating.
It should never require a disguise.
I do not mean to say, just give your self away,
But open hearts are not lead by wide open eyes.
I do not love you because you are beautiful.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 7:36 AM UTC
Memories trickle down my spine.
Slipping from the back of my mind.
You want to see my world, NO its mine.
Digging and trashing for treasures not even I can find
Adulthood is creeping behind me sneakily like a fox
The big box trying to **** me in.
I don’t want to grow up, living life cup to cup
have you seen those blank stares.
these People who walk like machines
broken hopes and forgotten dreams.
This wont be me, stop tugging get your hands off!
Don’t you dare Scoff or spit your venomous words
You can call me absurd, but at least I am still alive
the spark hasn’t left my eye, I see the world full of light
I still want to grow up and be an astronaut or a knight
wearing armor of some sorts.
I don’t want to miss sleeping on the cot, or making forts.
A question I ask you to ask of me.
I’ll ask you to
Are we afraid of losing the past?
steping up to fast and dying before we have a future?
or are we more afraid of changing who we are, pushing ourselves just a step to far.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 7:35 AM UTC