My first apple was sweetly poisonous and now I search every tree to find an apple that is as deadly as my first pick.
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 10:47 PM UTC
I fell in love with candlelight-
in my darkness, she shone so bright.
She danced the breeze, lit up the night,
her glow consumed my very sight.
But wax and wick both burn away,
and candlelight just cannot stay.
As sure as night turns into day,
that fickle flame will go astray.
But for a moment, through the storm,
she lit my world, she kept me warm,
then flickered out, as is the norm
for candlelight, its fleeting form.
I fell in love with candlelight,
for but a moment, all was right.
Her glow, her dance, consumed my sight,
and faded out at end of night.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 4:34 PM UTC
I miss you.
Why do I feel guilty to say that?
Why does it feel wrong?
What's going on?
I miss you.
You, who I've made the center of my life.
I miss you
You, who will grow to hate me in time.
Afraid to live.
Afraid to die.
All I'm sure of is I miss you.
I'm sorry.
I miss you.
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 11:04 PM UTC
Be brazen. Be bold. Be blunt. Because things coated in sugar was never healthy for people anyways.
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 8:49 AM UTC
Love!
Love like it's the last day
you are allowed to breathe.
Dream!
Dream like madmen
lunatics running in the streets
dream like children
wanting to touch the sky
with their paper wings.
Feel the air entering your skin
run, jump, scream,
watch the sunsets
talk to the moon
feel the rain
cry if you must,
laugh
travel to unknown places,
don't listen to the ones who tell you
that you're not supposed to dream,
touch horizons
enjoy the stars
and the sleepless nights.
look around to things tomorrow you might not have.
dance,
dance like crazy people
the way trees dance with the wind
dance
but don't forget to hear the music.
Life is a song
hear its melody
before the silence breaks in.
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 7:02 PM UTC
Does anyone truly understand
why flames dance?
Rhythmically burning
flicking and fluttering
on the wick.
The more it burns
the closer the
flame approaches the
end
Perhaps this is why flames dance
better to burn out
in a state of rhythmic bliss
than to be snuffed out standing still
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC
But I'm still there my darling. Hush, hush, hush lest you miss my hymns of melodic agony ringing from your heart. So love other woman, 10, 23, 100 and recite the things your heart once spoke to me but I do not let this make my heart pump doubt and worry fore I will always be there with you as you will always be there with me. Forever and always.
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 7:07 AM UTC
Doors are so fascinating to me. If you don't want to see something, you just close the door. If you don't want to hear something, you just close the door. And if you don't want any interruptions, you just close the door and lock it.
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 6:52 AM UTC
Let go
what does that truly mean?
are we to fall to our deaths
or go on with our lives
how does one truly,
let go
are you to forget everything
or simple pretend you no longer care
let go
two words
so simple
but the action is so hard
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 6:12 PM UTC
In God’s beautiful budding garden,
There lays blossoming flowers.
Some are ruby roses; some are delicate daisies or just tender tulips,
But they all are faultless and
Grasp sunlight everyday.
They all were planted the same but,
Some expired early and,
Some are never seen as lovely or pure.
But there is this one flower that seems beautiful,
But is fading a bit everyday inside,
It never gets a brush of sunshine and perhaps that’s why it’s slowly vanishing.
The flower stands in solitude, in God’s massed garden,
Because although the flower ages with the others,
It’s also turning somber.
The flower stays stable and takes deep breaths until one day…
In God’s beautiful garden there lays a shriveled up flower in the corner,
For all the rest to neglect and continue being God’s beautiful blossoming flowers.
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 9:48 AM UTC