You were my calm before the storm,
But little did you know,
When you weren't around
I was dancing in the rain,
Under the limelight of lightning bolts.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 3:56 PM UTC
You loved me because I was innocent.
Naïve.
New.
But, darling
Your eyes were too blind
To the deeper meaning
Behind long sleeves
And solo cups.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 1:16 AM UTC
I am feeling very 3 AM.
Restless and lonely,
Craving a love,
Or a friend,
Or someone to fill the emptiness
And silence that consumes me,
As if the clock is stuck at 3 AM.
I'm used to 3 AM.
But one of these days,
I will feel 11 PM.
Invincible and alive,
In love with love,
And filled with joy.
Maybe one of these days,
I can feel 11 PM,
Even when the clock on the wall
Tells me it's time to feel 3 AM.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 1:15 AM UTC
I looked at you
And I saw stars in your eyes.
The kind of stars
You see in a winter night
Hanging in front
Of a deep blue backdrop.
And every color of the galaxy
Was imprisoned in your irises.
The more I looked,
I found that your heart
Was more unique than your eyes.
It lacked four chambers
And arteries
And veins.
It was not like every other heart.
It took the shape
Of a crescent moon
That seemed to shine brighter
Than the sun.
And I was envious.
I was just another robot,
With a pulse
But no purpose.
But your captivating beauty
Was merely a test.
And seeing that my lips
Can no longer verbalize
Of anything other than your eyes,
I clearly have failed.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC
I am a sound.
Can you hear me?
My vibration,
my waves.
Can you feel me?
I am not anybody's echo.
I am me,
unique yet beautiful.
If I remain unheard
despite my presence,
perhaps,
I deserve someone better
who is waiting just for me
to complete his music.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
*but how
can i crave your
touch when
i've never
felt it?*
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
*Every word has
a pulse. Every poem
has a heartbeat* ~
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 10:15 AM UTC
You
have the devils eyes
and a smile that could ****
one look at you
makes me want to
commit a thousand sins
give you my soul
walk through your fire
do every
single thing to you
that your
body desires
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC
Pelvic bone to pelvic bone
We are fused together.
Some type of warped conjoined twin syndrome.
Chin to chin.
Lip to lip to lip to lip.
Our lips are touching but we are not kissing.
Cheek to cheek.
Fingertips scarping against fingertips.
There’s a theory in physics
That states
You are never really touching anything,
Only the space in between.
Sometimes I think we are the very definition of this theory.
We push closer
But we never touch.
I cannot feel your kiss pressing up against my neck.
I cannot feel your teeth tugging at the skin on my collarbone.
I cannot feel your saliva intermingling with my own.
You are sitting next to me on the couch
But I do not feel
The bend your body makes.
I do not feel the dip of cushion.
Your hand is nothing more than
An anchor keeping me grounded on Earth.
We are perpendicular lines
But it feels like we’re parallel
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC