I didn’t know who I was looking at—
Not at first glance.
I thought maybe you were just another soul
I’d cross paths with,
Someone I’d walk this Earth beside,
But not with.
Never in my wildest dreams
Did I imagine wanting to walk this Earth with you.
Maybe it was your hazel eyes—
Glowing like warm amber veins
Spread across a leather canvas,
Glints of green dancing around your irises
Like sunlight flickering through the forest.
Maybe it was the way your hand felt in mine—
The weight of it,
Not heavy in burden,
But in depth.
A weight that whispered of both love
And long-held sorrow.
When we first met,
I didn’t know who I was dealing with.
I was dealing with a thief—
An unapologetic one.
Because when your lips first met mine,
Something inside me shifted.
Something twisted… came untwined.
A knot I thought would never loosen
Was finally pulled free.
And for the first time in a long time,
I felt love again.
You stole my heart—
Effortlessly,
Unintentionally, perhaps…
But completely.
You became the center of my gravity.
You pulled every bit of focus from within me
And held it like it belonged to you—
Maybe it always did.
Now, all I want
Is to give you everything you’ve been missing:
Love.
Affection.
Gratitude.
Attention.
Appreciation.
Respect.
And the quiet safety of being seen.
Fully.
Honestly.
Tenderly.
You, the thief who stole my heart...
Can keep it.
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 3:34 AM UTC
I need to say it.
I need you to hear it.
But the words are locked away,
Voiceless—
Trapped behind a cage
That only truth can unlock.
If I release them,
Will you truly hear?
Will I cradle your heart
With love and care?
Or will it slip through my fingers,
Shatter like glass,
And scatter
Into a million pieces on the floor?
Either way,
The outcome is unknown.
But at least—
At least I showed you my heart.
And that has to count for something.
...
Right?
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
Happiness
A drug with no negative side effects.
A drug that is free for all,
and
legal for all.
That affects all.
Happiness is not a disease.
It is not a plague.
It does not hurt.
It does not scar.
It does not need a vaccination.
It is a simple state of being where one is at peace of mind.
Happiness is:
Verbal,
Physical,
and
Mental.
Happiness is healthy.
So smile.
Live happily.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
The Faces You See
The People You Meet
The Connections You Make
The Happiness You Feel
The Smile and Laughter You Spread
These simple things you do in Your daily lives is what makes each day worth while
It's what makes You Human
All this Hate over Simple and Silly things that take no effect on Your Life.
Issues that don't change Your life in any way, shape, or form.
You may be Voicing YOUR Opinions, but do you really believe your opinion matters to anyone?
Sure, some could agree with your views, but is it necessary?
You may live by a book written a couple hundred years ago, but don't go spreading your disagreements in the name of someone else who hasn't spoken up on the subject.
For all You know, God, Jesus, whoever or whatever Deity You worship, isn't the same as when they were described in Your books, scrolls and ancient texts. If Laws, Rules, Governments, Nations, and People can grow and change, then so could the Gods You Idolize.
Hateful Words are just as Dangerous as Guns and Blades.
But...
Wise Words can be Courages
Kind Words can build Faith
Caring Words can Soothe a Broken Heart
So brush off the Negativity
Shake off the Hate
Live Life like an Adrenaline Rush
Life is too precious to waste with hateful words.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 1:54 AM UTC
For a moment
You lost your breath
Your heartbeat quickens
Cheeks red
Sweat sweet and a light moan
And then the fire rages...
Lust is a War Zone
Clothes scattered about the room
Gentle fingers and claw marks
On our backs,
On our knees,
Hands and feet...
Lust is Primal
Passionate kisses
Heavy breathing
Bodies in rhythm
Eyes fixated on the each other
Lust for Love
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
This weight on my chest
This feeling of 100 punches to my gut
The pounding of hammers in my head
The feeling of a blade slip through my fingers
The smell of iron in the air as the thick red water drips and flows
All these pains and yet the worst feeling I've felt was the crushing blows of your words echoing in my ears.
Your words weighing heavily on my heart like an Anvil defying physics.
I feel the pressure and it's caving in...
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 9:37 AM UTC
The illusions you have cast
Are nothing more than false images
Memories fabricated from the Book of Lies
Painted Pictures You believed to have Created
With each word, syllable, and sentence, you spew
You are just another Viper spreading your Venom
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC
I promised myself I wouldn't love again. The pain of a broken heart was unbearable. Yet we pick ourselves up and tell ourselves, "Everything is going to be alright. I won't make the same mistakes again..."
But what does our emotions do to us when we meet someone? Someone we can talk to and share thoughts and opinions with? Who we get to know on a deep and more personal level? To somehow make a connection with another living soul? We then feel compassion for that person. We care about them. We feel the desirable need to let them know that someone out in the wide world understands them. But when it's someone who has been hurt. Broken. Practically shattered. You feel that much closer to them. Because who better to understand a shattered heart than another? But then when things begin to feel serious, for one or the other, things go wrong. Doubt pokes it's ugly face around the corner and causes a total cluster ****
I have been judged, bullied, beaten, threatened, cheated, and lied to. Yet I still stand. Pieces left behind by those who thought, "There has got to be someone better..." But what if you don't find better? What if what you had was perfect? What if? The sad thing about this? I still carry a little piece of you everywhere I go. These blessed and cursed memories. The little pieces left behind...
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 8:20 AM UTC
We Live, We Die, We Laugh and Cry.
Kisses with soft lips
Hugs of warmth and tenderness.
The Dreams we had almost a Reality
But Nightmares Past came Roaring.
Suffering from Famine,
Of a Lonely Heart.
A Burden weighing your Soul.
Consumed with Doubt.
Wars Raging Inside Your Mind
Thoughts clashing with Hopes and Goals.
Praying for Death to ease the Pain,
You lay there Suffering Slowly.
The Feeling of Love is a Gift,
Pure and Euphoric.
While Hate is a Ravenous Plague,
Eating away at your Soul.
I'm Done Hating the Past. I Accept the Choices Others and Myself have Made. I'm choosing to be Happy. Thanks for the Good Memories.
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 2:29 AM UTC
You had the Fire.
The raging Inferno.
But it died.
Got smothered.
You had the Fire.
Now you lay there in a pile of ash and flickering sparks.
To Build it up and make it burn, You wait for someone to stoke it.
You had the Fire. But will you allow yourself to rise high and shine bright?
Will you be... The Raging Inferno?
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC