Her orange tresses wave freely in the sea breeze
Like little paintbrushes, they graze his blank face, a canvas waiting to be painted
His eyes are closed, just as his heart has been for so long
Her lips, red as roses, kiss gently against his
With this delicate yet passionate display he comes alive
His cheeks brighten with a glow like the full moon on the dark ocean blue
The wrinkles in his forehead straighten out, her kiss a hot iron
Warming him deep inside his chest, as his heart gallops faster
Yet he continues to gaze ahead, at nothing more than the darkness behind his lids
After a moment, his ears strain to hear a single softly spoken word, whispered on the wind
Goodbye
In an instant, he gasps for air; his eyes burst open, a vibrant sea blue green, searching desperately for the lips that touched his
But she is nowhere to be seen
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 6:15 PM UTC
The king paces his bedchambers
Shivering as he pulls his soft brown robe tighter
He remembers a day from long ago
That peasant girl.
She once graced his majesty's hand
with but a simple kiss.
His heart stopped as their eyes met.
He beheld the love within her eyes
and she the pain and hope in his.
Each knowing that with that kiss,
something had changed in them both
From then on, they spent afternoons rolling around and playing in the grass
They went on strolls and had intellectual conversation
She fascinated him like no other creature could
That peasant girl with golden hair bright as the sun
He felt warm whenever she was near
Which brought him abruptly back to the reality of his cold room
His girl with mane of sunshine rays was nowhere to be found
She left only a trace of a memory
A kiss for a king
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 6:14 PM UTC
9/3/11
Thoughts spill into parted lips
Can’t hold back
To strong
Explosions in my mind
Create elusive remnants
Of what I can’t be sure
Cravings surge through my limp body
Desires run amok as I lift my eyes to the stars
My heart sings songs I do not know
But are familiar none the less
Can’t stop moving
Beat pulsing through my veins
As music seeps into my soul
Embracing the empty spaces
Smiles creep up
Laughter released deep from my belly
Joy is displayed in the viewfinder before my eyes
I tumble through the stars as I lose my place
Nothing matters anymore
Just the pounding bass
Racing inspirations
Taking colorful form
Painting pictures I see in my minds eye
Plenty of canvas here
Empty white walls
Surrounding me as I dream
I throw colors against the wall
Blue green hues
Bright orange bursts
Splendor dazzling through the air
I spin in careless circles
Eyes head heart
Light
Dancing in bliss
Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 2:05 PM UTC
10/01/11
Rainbow colors float across the sky
Pink hues twisting into orange ribbons that contrast the blue heavens above
Stars slowly become visible just as my unspoken thoughts are to him
How he knows, I don't quite understand
I don't like that he can read me so well
These barriers I've put up around me are trembling, shaking
Have I been hiding behind these old walls for so long that they are starting to crumble?
I thought they were strong but now I wish I hadn't built them at all
I am that princess who needs rescuing.
What shall I choose: freedom or captivity?
Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 2:02 PM UTC
10/26/11
I lay myself before the throne, broken and alone.
A mess I am, as I lay facedown before you.
Tears are no longer held back by the dam I've built for my protection.
Your very presence knocks them down, returning me back to my original design.
They fall fast and they fall free.
My God, my God, I can't do it alone.
I'm so tired of trying to keep myself together.
I hate this.
Help me.
I am desperate.
Crying out for you
Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 1:55 PM UTC
11/21/11
eyes closed on the brink of unconsciousness
new worlds begin to form behind closed eyelids
trees towers and flowers sprout from the ground
a stream trickles into existence as i set my eyes upon it
flowing softly but constant, never ceasing
my internal camera snaps shots involuntarily
the photographer in me never sleeps
always at work rushing to get the picture perfect
in print and in speech
i wander through this new place
discovering all that i have subconsciously created
entranced in one moment and surprised in the next
so much beauty and mystery weaved together into this strange world
but there also seems to be elements of sadness and captivity
this world i have created is lovely but something seems amiss
i smell no freedom and joy on the air
instead i am overcome by a sense of fearful loneliness
how can i feel so terribly afraid in such a dazzling world?
this place i've created is turning against me
no longer a place of escape but one that is trapping me in
stuck beneath this now starry sky
i lay down on my back in the middle of a grassy field
eyes closed but now seeing through the facade of this fake world
it is meaningless and brings me no true escape
Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 1:53 PM UTC
11/17/11
pale sandy colors of the evening sky drench the air with sweetness
the cold reaches inside my jacket stealing away all the warmth from my body
I stare out from the spot, eyes dazzling as they reflect the beauty I see before me
I shiver in the cold but I care not, for the painting on display is worth my temporary discomfort
the masterpiece I gaze at creates a heat inside my chest, burning to be released
my half smile becomes a grin as stars begin appearing, shining brightly without reservation
my brain can't help but marvel at the complexities of life and creation and the splendor that we see before us each day
it just goes to show how beautiful our creator is
Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 1:50 PM UTC