It's the sound of your voice that goes straight through me;
A lingering euphoria on my skin,
Cascading and unravelling in my bones,
Straight through to the depths of my heart and
To my very soul that is yours.
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
How can I confess,
The perplexity of the way you make me feel.
The way your soul indelibly connects with mine;
Or the way my thoughts devour you.
The way your words caress my insides;
The way your laugh brings warmth to my chest.
Like a fire that blazes so luminously,
You are my light.
I had once said,
That we are taught not to play with fire.
But I'd gladly get burnt,
If it meant eternity with you.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
And she could have sworn she saw,
A dove soar through the clouds,
High above the chaos below,
Making her heart sore with desire.
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC
There is a melody playing in my soul.
The kind that melts the heart with an intense euphoria:
Devoid of despondency and misery-
And it makes my heart sing.
Like our lungs need air,
And like the sun needs the universe,
I need you.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 6:14 AM UTC
If only I had the syllables to confess,
My heart and soul to you.
A thousand words wouldn't be enough,
To expose myself unto you.
Never before had I been beguiled,
By something so extraordinary.
Like a ray of sunshine; bewildered by the light,
Longing to touch it's gentle warmth.
And it was like the world was one dim place,
Filled with pretension and evil,
Before I met you.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 4:26 AM UTC
Her dreams were tantalisingly alarming,
So wayward and distant,
That most doubted her potential to fly--
To raise herself up,
Untouched by the slander,
Of those who misjudged her wings.
She knew that some people were beautiful, vivacious spirits,
And that the rest were just the illusion of it.
The futile judgement and condescension the world projected was inept:
For she believed she could be anything.
Anything she dreamed of.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 4:54 PM UTC
You ignite the fire within me-
And it blazes red.
We are taught not to play with fire,
So I can't be liable,
If I burn you.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 4:09 AM UTC
I am a bird,
With wings so mighty and gallant,
That I can soar through the feathery clouds;
Drifting delicately;
Graceful, like a dancer.
You cannot touch me;
I am invincible;
Fearlessly mirthful.
And even if my wings were clipped,
You'd still see me gliding through the clouds.
Because my vivacity is infallible.
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 7:31 PM UTC
Those who are
pretentious
Are in a far more
precarious
position than those who are
modest.
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 2:19 AM UTC
Endless entrances and various pathways--
Designated to just one thought.
One thought that is so entirely intricate and complex,
That not even you can understand the convoluted nature of your mind.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 7:31 AM UTC