My fair goddess, ever lasting beauty
The stars are your light.
The land curves around you, the world gravity brings us closer.
A connection through time.
Our fates bound.
By nothing more than our heart beats.
Being able to bear alone in the vast universe, oh, my goddess.
From the heavens I seek.
You seek me in the time of meekly being weak, leaking my blood for just a smudge of pleasure.
My dying aching body is comforted by your stardust, a swirling sea of many life’s, loves, and laughs.
The laugh to bring winter to summer bloom.
Just all to say I love you, truly may it be. For love has never been for me
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 1:44 AM UTC
Do you understand?
What it means for me to love you.
The darkest part of a broken soul open up and is filled by you.
'Just an ounce of your love can fuel me for the day you know?'
Then I shall give you a life time and our love will last forever.
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 1:29 AM UTC
What an amazing feat that someone as her could love someone as me.
She is gentle and kind yet, hurts so deeply.
The weight she carry's is beyond my thought, it's not so easily shed.
Her tears heavy with pain and I rarely let myself feel, a monstrosity unable of convincing.
Merely a shell walking with an absent conscious, a weakened state of nothing.
While her heart burns with fire from the cosmos, her body flowing effortlessly through asteroids.
Creating planets with her breath, she is a being of life.
A tree with shade and apples for hair, her roots thicks with branches so high connecting her with the stars.
Bringing home bundles of wishes...
Oh, the love I wish I could produce from her sweetened touch; covering me in honey.
Daring me to breathe in life.
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 1:21 AM UTC
The twins of souls, not it be from birth but, this day is also yours.
The off set happiness, of a better life.
The flip side of mine.
This for the twins of souls, not barely old.
To the years, to the weeks, to the days.
Happy birth, from one twin of a soul to another.
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC
Another drowning year, another nameless day.
Formats of cards, wishing stars and fake teddy bears.
Short sayings, with a signed name.
Gifts not wrapped, with envelopes of money.
On this day, early in the morning.
A small baby cried, for a mother who was too high to breastfeed.
Stuck in the hospital until weened off of the drug, the sickening beast that hunts.
No party, just small groups that fan out and soon disappear.
Happy birthday, too me.
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 12:28 PM UTC
She's my ray of sun on the darkest of days, (as if this saying wasn't drained of the true meaning) as I just a lowly flower stashed in a cave.
Her rain keeps me alive as only a shine of her smile brightens my spirit.
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 6:11 PM UTC
Sad, sappy, cliche poems drowning with sugar.
Sticky, sweet words forming molds for my mouth.
Dreading detail of the one I 'love', the same vague description to draw lovers in.
Sending endless letters of fantasy that one did not write, the late night thoughts of another.
Stolen for 'love'.
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 6:06 PM UTC
A tango on thin razors as your cold Dead eyes lock on the life you once had.
Death and I, dancing on funeral flowers for fun.
Planting seeds of suicide along with notes hanging from closet doors.
Swiping and sweeping the remains of dust covered bodies that couldn't make it through the night
Death and I, another romance meant for the stars.
Growing trees of hope with the healing powers of ears and open hearts.
Gardens blooming of sour thought and hanging hearts, creating a forest of misery
Death and I, great enemies of the times.
Waging war with no meaning and destroying cities with simple words.
Out of the ashes of sad faces rise the greatest power with the strength of those who had lost
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 1:01 PM UTC
Dearest Death, the dread of dreams drowned my sleep. Deepening the dropping hearts of dull souls,
Winding winds twist and rock these little boats going off the edge.
Dearest Death, the sweet taste of desire seared upon my skin with the scars of razor blades. Wiping tear stained sheets across the ground,
Tsunamis of doubt flooding this house.
Dearest Death, this dance of ending torment with two left feet. Ending with sorrow trapped against the ceiling,
Breaking the glass with the leftover carnage.
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 12:48 PM UTC
Who are you to say why I lay awake?
Who am I to confess my dreams?
Do not push this upon me, the sunrise is already too much for my weakened mind.
Diseased with another night's restless fighting, no need to remind me of what had happened.
Let me sleep another peaceful empty way, one I know how to work out.
Shutting my eyes tight begging for relief while my hips move with their own heartbeat.
Who are you to judge how I fall asleep?
Who am I to say that it's anything unnatural?
Feeling thrown out to dry in the sun, branded as if we were breeding cattle.
Freed for a moment from the torment that chases me, relief just fingertips away.
A brief moment of solidarity in the life of balancing on the dancing edge of insanity, grounding me not to the earth simply but, to myself as well.
Humanly humble actions bring pains of pleasure and the guilt of social standings along with it.
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 4:12 AM UTC