in my dreams,
i see you.
i see you looking my way when i pretend i'm looking elsewhere.
i see you secretly smiling when i say something dumb.
i see you right there in front of me;
i see you trying to find my little finger under the table and i -
i see the same look in your eyes that i have in mine.
do you know what it is?
(Let's pretend you do.)
you are everywhere and nowhere but
in my dreams,
i see you.
in my dreams,
i see something i can't have.
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 11:22 PM UTC
you saw the world in grey ashes and burnt kingdoms.
(i saw the world with you in it.)
you saw the world fall apart on its own rebellion refusing to accept what is, not what should. you saw men ****** men, pirates conquering homes and land, women selling their virtues and sinners stealing them. you saw wars within wars of peace, a slaughterhouse of the wicked standing atop of the hill with their blood stained flag waving at you. you saw oceans turning into deserts, deserts turning into oceans, of fire reaching the ice and turning them into lava. you saw it. you saw children with lost innocence wandering into the hands of death, saw hearts growing dark - too dark, too worn out, too good - wanting to survive from the clutches of the enemy. you saw the eyes of the rich filled with mirth and amusement as they stare down at you, desire and lust dripping down to their lips chanting filthy words mixed with poison liquids. you saw everything. you saw the world in its glory of thorny thrones, kings devour kings, men stealing women, children left in the dark under the sewage to rot. you saw hands of drunken men slip past rich men's pockets, their souls dark - too dark, too worn out, too good - trying to survive from the chains of slavery.
you saw the world in its own, saw the world fall apart on its own refusing to accept what is, not what should. you saw the world through dark - too dark, too worn out, too bad - veils where your lips cant move, sewed tight from oppression and the world. you saw it - saw the world for what it is.
(i saw the world with you in it; i saw the world for what it can be with you in it:
beautiful.)
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 11:18 PM UTC
the flowers bloomed under my chest cavity;
overtaking my ribs,
suffocating my lungs,
growing a garden right from
the bottom of my heart.
the roots dug inside my organs;
piercing my flesh,
crawling up my throat,
squeezing out my air and gripping
the words down under.
theres a garden of heartbreak that
bloomed just for you.
stealing my pulses,
stopping my heartbeats,
waiting for something you cant give;
your love.
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 10:48 PM UTC
'Tell me a story' you say
Your voice a lullaby
Like flowers in the dark
Blossoming in the night
'Alright' I answer as my voice begins
And your eyes hold mine
While you try to listen.
I begin with a man who loved a girl
Who would do anything for her
Anything at all.
He loved her deeply, but did she? No
But that foolish man still, he loved alone
Stabbing pain and sweet torture
Where he can hold, but never to have her
As these meaningless *** became so much more
But the girl of course was just as cold
So the man,heartbroken, left to heal
In hopes of forgetting how she made him feel.
'So what happened next?' Your angel voice asked
And I answer you with a bitter laugh
I look into your eyes and see this innocence
As I shake my head, quite dumbfounded
So I continue my tale with the foolish man
Who never got over that heartless woman.
When she came back to him once more
Without hesitation, he agreed to her
So this chase, this never ending chase
Like a loyal dog chasing after his owner
He fell harder for her, so hard it hurt
But she remained there, not feeling at all
While he was crashing and burning alone in love
She's only there for him, just for the f***.
'That's quite a sad story' you finally say
As you burrow yourself, beside me you lay
'He's a fool' I say and I heard you laugh
'Yes, he is' you answer back.
You fell asleep after just seconds
While I'm wide awake all night
Thinking of that story ans that pathetic man
A wry smile forms, a bitter regard
As I lie awake naked, with a married woman.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 2:37 AM UTC
'I love you Jane'
A bitter laugh escape
as you say to yourself
How can she say it back
when she's already dead.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC
Sing me a lullaby
Bring me to sleep
A stolen breath of mine
For you to keep.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 2:34 AM UTC
An orb of all gray and storm
Sinister and dark
I see it, I see your eyes.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 2:33 AM UTC
You remind me of the sky
Endless and vast
Blue that turns black
Filled with clouds and stars and the moon
A galaxy in a form of you.
Drops of rain in summer
blocks of ice in winter
The air in your atmosphere
I greedily breathe in
Unconciously falling deep.
You remind me of the sky
And i, a river
Blue to black and black to blue
A catastrophic beauty in a form of you
A galaxy of my own
An impossible nexus between the sky and the river
One i will never reach.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 6:01 PM UTC
Its kind of funny
Your eyes burn bright with light
When you look into his eyes
Like you see the whole universe
In all its glory in front of you
And these smiles you give him
Are sweeter than honey in lovely may.
Its kind of funny
Your hands entwine together
And you say they fit perfectly
Like they belong to one another
And you see yourself with him
Sitting on a rocking chair
In front of the porch
All gray and old in time.
Its kind of funny
In an ocean of nameless crowds
You can already tell him apart
Like there's no reason and you just know
Like your soul searches for him alone
And you let yourself be carried away
In that waves of emotions.
Its kind of funny
That you know everything about him
And his every lines
Like you memorized him in your mind
So that you'll never forget
Just an inch of his face
And the way he made you feel.
Its kind of funny
That your heart belongs to him
Just as how his belongs to you
And there he was across the room
With your eyes following his every move
Just like how his eyes can't take his off you.
It's kind of funny
Your suppressed confession swallowed
Even from a pastor or a pope
But my eyes know what i see
What your lips cannot tell
Cause even when you say you love me
It really is kind of funny.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 7:26 AM UTC