If I could stop time,
I would make it a black and white picture,
With you in it and me,
touching our fingers in a gentle nurture,
sitting down in this background of nature,
some mellow trees,
the stillness of a lake
and the perfect blanket of clovers green,
if only in black and white it could be seen.
The pink of your lips would compete
with the yellow of the flowers,
blossoms in the light blue air of spring,
delicious as the taste of a tangerine,
if only in black and white it could be seen.
The brown of your eyes reflected in mine,
stronger than the physical touch,
stronger than this colored rhyme,
in the stillness of time they sure gleam,
if only in black and white it could be seen.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
The lights outside the train
keep rushing like moving stars,
they bridge the gap that sets our world apart.
Every day it is a come and go,
night and day blurs by
whether it rains or it begins to snow,
like a million diamonds in the hands of the poor
while searching for food in an empty store.
What could I have done
with all of that time that was lost,
half of my dreams were smashed,
left as dust, and anger and pain
and perhaps some disdain,
for those who could have it,
but in truth have I even done
something to grab them?
No doubt I've been shown
in some delirict vision,
what it's like to glimpse sincerity,
or was it,
perhaps it was common diversity,
in thoughts and rhymes,
ways to know why
I sit here alone, thinking of us
and how the times have gone by.
If there is an end I dont see it draw near,
my soul,
too late for the hunter's growl,
to matter,
when my thoughts shine darker than coal,
and flatten,
the notions of blinded devotion,
I had for the truth.
Because fire burns the demons inside,
I tend to forget the coldness in your eyes,
slogging through this endless divide,
a storm, subsided, has severed our ties,
now lies. And pain and pain.
If I could I would throw my heart away.
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC
The Kraken that drowns us all down.
The sadness when you're on your own.
Until you meet someone meant to be,
Dragging you out of the indomitable sea.
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 6:26 PM UTC
When you look at the reflection of something,
you know what it is, you don't try to touch it,
hold it or give it more meaning than it has.
Maybe you should. Maybe you should question.
Everything, anything. All the time. After all,
are we standing in line to turn to dust and fit in a shoebox?
How can you be sure you're not on the wrong side of the mirror?
You can't.
Touch and hold it, give it all you have.
Everything, anything. All the time.
Always.
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 8:55 PM UTC
At this late hour I think,
elude and expose myself.
In my fingernails, the scraps
of reality that I can scratch.
I'm inebriated, stopped.
I fight against what I favour
and I smile in sight of sadness.
I resign when the battle is won.
When my own luck brings me
nothing but sweet misfortune,
only you have the strength,
the spirit to keep me up.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 7:32 AM UTC
Swollen.
That's how it feels like.
Caressed beyond all I could believe.
It vibrates in waves of staggering beauty,
The red and the blue, that colour I cannot name.
I'm not even slightly ashamed.
And why would I be?
You solely tamed,
Just for us,
Our love.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 10:04 PM UTC
Freezing hands get warm tonight,
at the light of the midnight fire.
Getting sleepy now, I try to fight,
waiting for the presents is my desire.
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough
of a colourful Christmas tree.
Wait for Santa Claus to come down the chimney,
he brings all the presents for you and me.
All the family gathers around the table,
talks about anything and eats the food,
They ask me gently if I will be able
to keep awake, but I'm not in the mood.
I just want that time to come around,
when the old giant clock sings
the midnight song of innocent joy,
I'm fully absent of all other things.
As I open up the boxes, and open the cover
of that little magical book,
I really don't want the night to be over,
But my parents start to give me that look.
One more year has almost passed away,
Wishing that it would have lasted.
After all these presents and gifts,
I still think I got more than what I've asked.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 9:13 PM UTC
You know, insanity is not for everyone.
Me and you, realize what can be done.
The burnt eyelashes of sleepless nights,
Gut wrenching screams in all our fights.
No matter how much you squeeze me,
the juice is gone, makes me gasp, aridly.
Like beating a river with a wet wake,
What seething difference does it make?
A hard-boiled nothing remains nothing.
The soft spoken truth still comes crushing.
Sometimes I wonder how this all begun,
you know, insanity is not for everyone.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 9:09 PM UTC
Jaded are the beads that drop.
Moist are the feelings that crop,
Around my little life machine.
Furnished is the smile I make.
Bare all the moments I take,
Inside my little life machine.
Painful, downward swings.
Dripping heavy, burnt wings.
Curled up in my little life machine.
Nov 22, 2012
Nov 22, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC
I'm going to underline your lips
as I start to watch your hips,
I'm going to highlight your eyes
Watch how they lighten up the skies.
I'll taste your mouth
and I'll head south
to the forbidden valley
between the hills of pleasure.
Kissing your peaks
Going on for weeks,
For your pleasure and mine
Baby, you make me feel so fine.
Your legs, they move,
move along the sheets
the pillows, and beyond
the noise of the streets.
Your breath so fast
Getting there at last
I'm here to hold you now
tomorrow and forever.
I'll make your cold hands
go hot, and witness
the pleasure you try to withstand
and still you want no less.
In the end so sweet,
I hold you near to me,
And you whisper:
"I love you"
And I say:
"I love you too".
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 4:23 PM UTC