He kissed her
her lips were air
and he was breathless
she feels home
not with four walls
but two eyes
and a heartbeat
they were two flowers
drifting into a
fading horizon
entwined delicately
free from hurt and pain
Just free from the demons
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC
Liquor
Your lips tasted like liquor
and I was in a drunken abyss.
I took sips that turned into swigs,
and soon enough,
I was intoxicated.
The only difference,
between me and the other drunks;
I knew what I wanted.
You, with you lips of alcohol
and your scent of *******
And I was addicted
to your body
as your arms encircle me
in a little cage,
on Cloud 9.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 5:49 AM UTC
You don't need
a knight in shining armor.
You need one
who is battered and bruised
but alive and real.
You need a knight
in stained armor.
A shining armor
would mean,
no battles won,
no battles lost,
just a piece of
jewelry
to dress up.
A stained armor
would mean,
battles fought
with bravery,
battles lost
with acceptance,
and most of all
making it through
all of these battles
to be with you.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 7:18 AM UTC
No sound escapes me,
but the voices in my head
scream for attention
as my vivid imagination
pictures hurting them,
portrays chopped of pieces of them,
I feel the scream roam
on my lips
and I let my mouth open
and I let all the voices out,
and the quietness disappears,
and with a burst of my lungs
I continue the shrill vocal
on and on and on.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
Oh, how I am attracted to oblivion.
My hands reach out
to embrace oblivion,
to embrace feeling numb,
and
to embrace freedom.
My eyes close
to follow no direction,
to swim in dark depths,
and
to be in the unknown of known.
I am not depressed
but a mere curiosity
of what's on the other side,
of what's after oblivion,
and finally
of what is oblivion?
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
Looking up at the stars
reminds me of a time.
A time where we'd lay in the wet grass;
not caring about what or when or who or how.
it's nice to forget about everything in our world
except what's beyond what our eyes can view;
We lie there without anything to distract us
from the beautiful lights that twinkle in the sky.
Those little lights are now symbolic,
not only because they're beautiful;
but because that's the last happy memory I have with you.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 9:08 AM UTC
Tea stained tea cups are what fills my cabinets,
as well as my heart.
All of my best memories are with those stained cups
Sitting with the warm sun to my face,
fresh crisp summer air runs through my lungs.
Its another ******* day, and all I want is some hot tea.
It's sad to say that's the best part of my day.
I want something else to make my day,
Something a little bit more complex
I'm not fully dead inside, Because my tea fills me up.
The warmth lifts my mood off from the floor.
The taste is bittersweet; suchlike myself.
some days, I think my tea is the only thing
that can't upset me or let me
down.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 9:08 AM UTC
Never trust the mirror,
for it only shows what's skin deep.
It doesn't show how your eyes sparkle
when you laugh
or
how your laugh
makes you younger in so many ways.
It does't show the moisture your lips
glisten with
from the anxious biting
nor
does it show the creasing of your brows
in annoyance.
It doesn't show the flutter of your lashes
as you fall asleep
or
the way your hair frames your face
as
you light up the world with a simple
smile.
It doesn't show the posture of you body
as
you walk
or
the look in your eyes
as
you stare at your significant other.
It doesn't show you loving
or
your fleeting glances
of
pure admiration
or
even your look of raw anger.
It doesn't define you.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 4:16 PM UTC
In That Moonlit Night Standing In The Abaft,
Watching The Towed Flaccid Wooden Raft,
I Thought That I Saw An Angel Resting,
Lying Exhausted There In That Craft.
I Call The Girl Out Unbeknownst Of Her Kind Name,
"Hey Young Lady!!" To Which She Didn't Much Respond,
She Looked Up Towards Me Once In Anguish & Collapsed,
I See Desperation In Her Amber Eyes & Resolve To Help Her.
The Crewmen Had Now Been Doing The Paddles After Resting,
I Summon My Captain & Ask, "Do You See That Girl In The Raft?"
The Senile Captain Smiles To Say, "Commodore, Better Get Married,"
I Look Just Clueless To Which He Simply Replies, "There Is No Girl."
True He Was As She Had Simply Disappeared,
I Started Thinking Of My Sleep Needs That Day,
I Looked Around Again In A Hope To Find The Girl,
I Had Compromised My Routine As The Commodore.
Then I Immediately Realized It Was My Wild Phantasm,
Now This Was Just A Plain Illusion Of A Tired Sailor's Mind,
No Mermaids Could Have Ever Existed In Reality & Were Fake,
I Turned Towards The Deck To Go Back To My Bunk For Sleeping.
As I Climbed Down The Stairs To Enter My Room Amazed & Dazed,
I Saw Her Standing And Waiting For Me By The Side Of My Bunk,
I Accepted That Delusion Of My Mind & Started To Lie Down,
She Said, "I'm As Real As Your Thoughts, Don't Fear Me."
She & I-Me & Her, Had The Best Time That Night,
In The Morning She Was Gone & Was Just Gone,
Disappeared Into Thin Air While I Was Asleep,
Each Day I So Dearly Long For Her To Return.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
You love freely
Whereas I am enveloped by a
darkness
that haunts me
and shatters my very soul
as I ache to breathe.
My heart thumps
as my arms flap
and I pull out a single feather
protruding out of my back
A single dark yet soft feather
Heavily light and
nonsense sense
As I fly,
Free.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 3:23 PM UTC