I see you sit upon a brook side lush
Between some thick and lovely brush,
And neatly tuck a stem behind your ear
What else are you hiding that I might fear?
You said you saw him last night in your head
Head, bed, I only hope it wasn't bed.
Eyes that strike me like a winter sunrise,
Shine into mine and catch me by surprise.
I fear a women with a cunning lie
A girl that might tell me what but not why.
Your hair shines deep like brushed and careful strokes.
The ones that took a year to cut and coax
Into a portrait framed with darkened hues.
But you don't have a cunning lie. Do you?
There, a subtle truth behind your words.
A tough of tenderness, but I'm still on guard.
One hand outstretched you call me closer,
Your smile, A curl that strikes a perfect fifth.
The kind that queues the brass and sends the room
Into a symphony composed for you.
You give me signs that I should hope for more,
So somehow, I commit myself for what's in store.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 6:15 PM UTC
Nah, I don’t
That was just a wispy thought i had as i kissed you
Standing in the rain
Under the stars
And in my basement
It’s funny that I thought about that
..right?
Cause that’s the kinda **** romantics do
And i’m not like that (at all)
I’m not scared to tell you how i feel
In my selfish, veiled way
I think you’re cute and funny and nice
And we’re not dating
Cause that’s complicated
And i definitely don’t love you
Although, I don’t see anyone but you
Even when I’m not actually seeing you
Which is kinda funny
Cause I didn’t know it was possible
For one girl to steal the beauty
Of all the others
Maybe I do
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 3:10 PM UTC
I left and ran away
I never looked back
I just kept on going
and I made this all up
I didn't do any of that
I said, I made it all up
But in the same way
My mind made it up
exactly the way I wanted it to be
I wanted it to hurt just a little
and I wanted it to be wonderful
I wanted you to kiss me goodbye
and you did
And just like that I wasn't making it up anymore
I was running from it all
But not because I despised it
I ran away to do nothing and everything
at different times
I ended up by myself
Watching some water waver
Between two rocks
Some fish played in the that spot
It was beautiful
And that meant way more to me than just water
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 3:04 PM UTC
Do you think cavemen used to run through fields
feeling the rush of wind on their face
and the joy of being alive?
Do you think they jumped on each other's backs
And splashed each other with water?
Did they smile and glow just like we do
during a fit of tickles?
Or did they just **** mammoths
and draw cave art?
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC
My heart is made of stone
The stone that lies under the others
As to not get trampled
You give me the signs
I used to look for
My passion is kept close
Right between the folds of my arms
And the surface of my chest
I knock on your door
But then run away
My simplicity is showing
But you will never see it
Peeking out of my shallow smile
I want you in my bed
But not under the sheets
This is my fault
I only show you little cut-outs
Of the love letter I've been writing
I'd mail it to you with my eyes
But your gaze strikes me
I drop it everytime
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
I want to bang you in a wicker basket
With ropes around us
And a ball of hot air above us
I want to almost fall out
At least five times
And then realize it's ok
Because I'd love to die
While free-fall ******* you
I want to do it in a storm
With thunder in the distance
And right between us
I want the wind to pick us up
And carry us toward a mountaintop
So we can have a picnic
In a grassy area looking over
And you can sit on my shoulders
To see just a little bit further
I've never been in a hot air balloon
But I want start with you
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 8:39 PM UTC
Budded branches leak into the fresh spring air-
Blowing freely,
her long soft hair
She's beautiful from this lakeside view.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 6:14 PM UTC
I want to know your story
I want to know the context
In which our faces met
in a sweet assault of one another
I want to know where you were
And what lead you to the spot
In which I asked you to dance
I don't want your number
But i want to see you again
In some other time
Just as spontaneous
Electric, and consuming
I only know the image of your face
In a dimly lit room
Like so many other dimly lit faces
I wish to know more
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 5:26 PM UTC
You run by me like a train-
Bound for the edge,
Of my last day.
My clock betrays
Me in my sleep.
And I have no recourse,
For what has passed me by.
You are relentless
Even in my softest days.
You surround me
But I can hardly grasp you
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 5:24 PM UTC
There's something to be said
For all the things you do
Even the silly things
That make me smile in my sleep
You've seen my every step
And shown me how to manage
The first ones
The fast ones
The tough ones
The slow ones
The ones that made you laugh
And the ones that made me stronger
But there's a few more steps I have to take
Up those steps to shake a hand
And hear my name read, at the stand
Society deems this as the moment
We part our ways
But only our bodies, not our hearts
You won't be there to fold my clothes
Or keep my dates
Or even talk to me
About my day
But you will always be there
As the one who loved me along the way
And the one who raised me
To the man I am today
I hope to never see a time
Where I don't miss you-
The precious women I call:
Mother
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 5:21 PM UTC