I often refer to people as art in my poems
when I look at you I see life
what I see is something so ******* beautiful
your smile reminds me of a crescent moon
and eyes of stars that shine so bright
your laugh reminds me of my favorite song
and so I sing, 'oh my darling' every time I hear it
and hugs as the warmest blanket I've ever felt
your arms as a seatbelt because you know
I love living life fast and dangerously
and I often wreck
you... you are my safety net
when I jump out of this burning building I call life
you're here to break my fall
Your lips remind me of CPR
when I see you I forget how to breath
I start gasping and you save me
I lay my head upon your chest
your heartbeat reminds me to stay calm
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
It's slow and rhythmic, it teaches me
how to pace myself
slow and steady
your voice reminds me of slow jazz
play me more
I am a huge fan, I want your autograph
because you put me at ease
I love to dance to your music
I get lost in you
I dance forgetting days and nights
are passing by like airplanes flying from
New Orleans to San Francisco
I watch you blink like shooting stars;
you point at them yet
I always just so happen to miss them
yet I say "yes I saw them"
just to see you light up.
I'm attracted to your light
I'm the moth you're the bug zapper
so pretty to the eyes yet so deadly to the touch
you my love are life
you are the ivy and I am the building
wrapping your vines through
the crevices of my bricks
we aren't growing up, we are growing together
we are what make the Earth green
and the water blue
and the sun so bright.
GM
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 11:47 PM UTC
I thought you were the finest piece of art
that I've ever laid eyes upon,
you were so complex...exquisite.
so exquisite that the voices and noises around us
would fade out when you'd take a breath.
as if you were distinctly placed
in the museum of Fine Arts;
you were admirable.
constantly leaving anyone in aw
who viewed you as I did.
you were piece by piece, hand by hand
crafted and molded
into the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
the pigment of blues in your eyes
were so particular;
you'd think you'd find the sky in them,
even when you're indoors.
if you looked close enough
you'd probably fall in love as hard as I did.
GM
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 8:20 PM UTC
i sit here and stare
at the grains on the wall off into space
i hate the feeling of suffocating
where my lungs are begging for air
i hate the feeling of my eyes engulfed in tears
hanging onto my waterline
as if it's holding on for dear life at the edge of a cliff
i hate the feeling of boulders tied to my weak ankles
and weights strapped to my tired shoulders
i hate the feeling as though my mind
is trapped in a cold empty jail cell with someone
running a metal cup along the bars making this echo
this constant noise
those are my thoughts
unable to be spoken aloud
GM
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC
i sometimes feel that i am not enough
i feel as though i cannot make you content
that i cannot please you
i want to be the best for you
when you can't be the best for yourself
GM
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 9:23 AM UTC
i do things not because i lust over you,
i do it because i love you
GM
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 10:42 PM UTC
cherish me as if i am your most prized possession,
as if i am your whole life.
GM
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 4:34 PM UTC
i'm constantly piecing myself together
rebuilding and remodeling
gluing, stitching, and stapling
myself back together
so i don't easily fall apart
as i did once before
GM
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 12:38 AM UTC
I was so focused on trying to keep us together that I started to fall apart myself.
GM
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 7:22 PM UTC
What... Is... Love? Love is the ability to feel every last one of those heart wrenching emotions consume and engulf your mind and soul all at once. Love is how your smile reminds me of magic. Love is the way your lips mouth those three little words, the way I crave your touch every night before I go to rest. It's the way I long for you and the way your voice puts me at ease through all of the pain and suffering. Having you is like Heaven on Earth. You could forever put me through Hell and i'll continue to always love you unconditionally. Love is your lingering smell embedded into the fabric of my hoodies, it's catching a whiff of your favorite cologne and reminiscing on when you'd wrap your arms around me. Love is how you hold me when I'm scared, how you'd hold me when I'm weak and feel worthless. You've shown me love like no one else, your love is so exquisite. You've taught me to be strong and to love oh so hard. What is love? This is love.
GM
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 3:13 AM UTC
You've engraved your name onto my heart like scratches on a distressed CD.
GM
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC