On the precipice of now and then
The abyss glows misty red
A dive into an eternal descent
The fall seems comfortable
Embraced forever by the hazy red void
It isn't scary
Its calm and quiet and cool
An ideal existence
Always falling
Always in the comfort of the red misty glow
One night I'll jump
But not tonight
For now
I'll live in limbo on the edge of the world
Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 12:15 AM UTC
I know a girl who is pretty.
She has sky eyes, she has eyes that when you look into them
You don’t know anything about her.
Her body used all its energy to create a pair of eyes that are simply beautiful for beauty’s sake,
They express everything that you could ever want to know,
But they reveal nothing.
To gaze into her eyes is to gaze into the night sky.
You get a sense of being a part of something so grand
But are humbled by your Insignificance.
She has wit
And she has charm.
She has push
And she has pull.
She has everything you want and nothing you need,
But you can’t live without her.
To stand near her is to stand next to passion.
And it’s kind of the worst feeling to not know what to do for her
To make her feel comfortable,
To make her feel like she is the only person you’re thinking about at that moment,
And then she rests her head on your shoulder,
And it’s kind of the best feeling ever.
Her smile illuminating
But reveals the slightest twinge of pain, jealousy and hope.
Her laugh compares to nails on a chalkboard
Except it’s the greatest sound there is,
And it’s the only sound you ever want to hear.
It’s the only sound that rings in your ears as you close your eyes.
You always remember this girl.
She occupies your every thought
She is all your pleasures and all your pains.
She begins where you end.
A fleeting image, a peripheral squatter
She resides in the fringe of your mind, and in the forefront at the same time.
When you think about this girl you think of everything you haven’t done,
And all the things that
Could
Have
Been
But you know all the things that have happened.
A seething sludge of memories oozing in and out of each other
With the sweetest scent ever known.
Hers.
You think of the time you kissed her,
If only.
You think of the time you were everything she wanted
And the times that you couldn’t be what she needed.
You just yearn.
You suffer the worst tortures,
But they are insignificant because you think of her
Jumping for joy because of something you said.
And you remember her sitting next to you.
Not next to you
But with you,
But not with you,
She’s just sitting.
And her face is the moon and her hair has a star in it.
And you think to yourself how did I get so lucky
And you think to yourself how did she get that star in her hair
And why does she have a moon face,
But then she says something,
She says…
Your name
And you forget her moon face and her star hair and you know
She is everything you’ve ever dreamed of and nothing you could ever dream of.
She exists only in your dreams now.
But then again she was always just a dream.
My dream girl,
If only I hadn’t woken up.
Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 12:10 AM UTC
The rocky ridge
rust red against
the scarlet sky.
The stream running through the canyon
crisp, cool, clean,
tumbles over rocks
creating whispering waterfalls.
Fish mingle in the eddies
and the crevices, coming
out to eat.
The sun reluctantly gives
way to the moon
Their struggle tearing the sky
apart into blinding oranges, paralyzing pinks,
impossible violet.
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 6:24 PM UTC
Old forest smells
dead leaves
mist.
A rain of yellows, reds and oranges
Falling to the Earth
Moss creeping,
creeping ever so slowly,
Up tree trunks to catch a glimpse at the suns fleeting
rays.
Brook bubbling gently,
ever so gently along the rocks, wearing them down creating new stone identities.
Soft sunlight lingers long enough to light the way home until the pale
glow of moonlight takes up the unceasing burden.
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 6:23 PM UTC
Glowing lotus
blooming in
Moonlight
illuminates crisp
blue eyes.
Frenzied beauty
consumes me.
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 6:22 PM UTC
My hair was shaggy, curly
and covered my eyes slightly.
I was on my back looking up at the sky
You were up against the cold metallic lip
of a car.
Talking
that summer night
reciting old stories, and memories
we shared.
What shirt was I wearing?
I don’t remember, probably one I
hoped you would like.
It was nice
when your golden hair fell on your face
and you would brush it away,
and smile.
I would look up at the moon
sometimes
and I could see your face with a
crown of stars.
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 6:21 PM UTC
Sunlight caressing
your soft skin.
Light oozing
through smooth
leaves.
Clouds whisper past, urged
by a sporadic breeze.
A personal choir of robins, and bluebirds
sing in harmony for us.
Bright green blades of grass
tickling our bare feet.
Little
ladybugs, and tiny
ants,
crawl over your smallest finger.
In surprise, you swat them away.
You lay upon the soft blanket I brought along,
and slowly drift away,
into the wilderness of imagination.
I stare, and marvel at your peacefulness.
As sunlight caresses your soft skin.
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 11:13 AM UTC
Flowing, glowing
strands of wheat,
blowing lightly in the breeze.
Jealous summer sky
overcome
by your eyes.
Smooth, clean skin,
sweet scent,
like laundry hung out to dry.
The flavor of moonbeams
cannot contend with
the delicate taste of your lips.
The softness of your voice
more beautiful than
a nightingale's song.
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 11:09 AM UTC
Dripping skies
crow clouds,
obstructed view of heaven.
Bright burning sun,
unceasing effort to melt,
the dismal blanket of gray.
To throw off the heavy winter cloak,
bringing life back to the wasteland.
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 11:05 AM UTC