you smell like the color red,
tasty
makes my senses go wild
like how my eyes limit itself
to your reflection
i am red
and i'm willing to taste
someone else
someone like myself
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC
Come hear the bells ring three times in a row
Around the corner, there are streaks of gold
Flash those eyes, the only temple I know
You are the church that's a blessing so bold
Holy is your touch that melts all the pain
I pray to the heavens to sing your name
Angels are the choir to cry like the rain
Your lips or your nape, I worship the same
Bow to the altar wherein you are saved
Like the ark Noah made to save all lives
To your mighty temple, these vows I made
I shall cover your neck with all these knives
I praise and worship the church you are in
You're the church in which I want to begin
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 10:11 AM UTC
It just rained.
The sky is pale blue and
the wind is surely pleasing.
I might just think that the weather is perfectly made for me.
I see some tables and chairs,
some drinks and snacks,
some variety of people
I only see during this time of the day
and only during this kind of weather.
It's 6 PM and
it's almost as dark
as the deepest of the night.
The sky now is indigo blue
and the moon is already peaking.
It's smiling.
And god, what I'd do to smile like that.
I see drinks, I am holding a cup of rootbeer
while my friends hold a cup of red horse.
We talk about life, and how scary it is to live;
we talk about ending it, and the many ways we could consider trying;
we talk about enduring it, and how strong we are to have ourselves survive 'til today;
and we talk about staying, just because we're still here.
Though we're barely breathing,
we are here,
and just like the moon tonight,
with the cup of rootbeer in my hand
and with the cup of red horse they have,
we are smiling.
It's almost 8 PM and
the wind is still as pleasing.
It's touching my skin
and
it gives me a different feeling.
I see hands holding a grip to its last cup of beer;
I see eyes looking down, sleepy;
I see eyebags which I guess I can say as deep as the night;
I see crooked teeth;
I see imperfection.
Though we are as imperfect,
we are smiling,
we survived,
we're on our way home
with car lights reflecting on our faces.
We wave goodbye to the bottle of beer for two and my rootbeer.
We made it through the night.
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 1:12 PM UTC
waiting for the train,
i heard your footsteps behind me.
i look to see your eyes first.
it immediately met mine.
those brown eyes seemed like the light i've been looking for.
your long, curved lashes,
your sweet, sweet pink lips.
that, i worship.
staring at each other,
i'm pretty sure there's much difference.
you looking at me, while i,
search for you.
you said hello.
i see your lips form a smile
and i couldn't help but swallow my heart.
i am trapped.
i've come to ride the train to get to where i am going
but now it seems like the ride itself is my destination
it's you i want to go to.
it's you i want to conquer.
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC
Bags under your eyes,
Red marks on your cheeks,
They make you, you.
You close your eyes in front of the mirror like every bit of it disappears when your eyes are shut.
Honey, you are art.
Go open your eyes and see.
You let yourself touch your flaws
But you never let yourself absorb your beauty.
Not even the ugliest parts of life can ever overpower the beauty you have inside you.
Your long lashes and brown eyes,
Your smile and your heart of gold,
You are beautiful even with those bags under your eyes and red marks on your cheeks.
You're real, you're human and no one is ever perfect, but you are you and that's what makes you beautiful.
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
I live for the roads at night
for the moon only shines at it as bright
as the light posts in the streets.
I live for the lights at night
for the dark won't remain as black
as the souls that are awake.
I live for the silence at night
for the minds are as quiet
as the sound that your eyes make when you blink.
I live for the entirety of each night
for the night doesn't remain as dark
as how the word 'night' sounds.
I live for nights like this
for the souls may be as dark
but the light will remain the same.
Shining upon the dimlights
each and every one of us chose to blame
for our dark souls.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 9:22 PM UTC
I always hear you call her name.
That young, aesthetically-made woman you've always admired.
I hear you call her everytime.
You call her name in a whisper.
It's like you are slightly asking the wind to deliver her your whimpers, just in case it would pass by to her house,
or in case it would whip past her beautiful face.
Everyday, I hear her name.
Every night, you'd go insane.
Not a day would go by in this time
will I ever forget how your voice shrieks
when you blurt out her name.
I love how deeply you feel about her.
I love how your eyes sparkle when you think of coming out to meet her.
I love how just by hearing her name makes your knees weak.
I'm sorry but whenever I hear you call out her name,
I only remember my pace right even before she came to race.
I never went away when you decided to bring her close,
just because I know in myself
I would have to get used to it day by day
hearing you actually call her name.
And hearing you call her name,
this may be sane,
but with me,
will you ever be the same?
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 11:21 AM UTC
Splash! The ocean goes.
Hitting that big, old stone.
That create such beauty
in a form of a sound
that is more likely a melody.
"Madelaine! Madelaine!"
The waves call for me.
How thrilling it is to hear it shout my name,
for what calls me now
is what thrills me.
"Madelaine! Madelaine!"
The wind starts to whistle,
making me dance alongside the water.
My toes are being embraced by the sand
from which I am tracing on.
I am loved.
"Madelaine! Madelaine!"
I move closer
to hear each whisper.
The vast emptiness of this large body of water
may **** me,
but why do I choose to let thee?
"Madelaine! Madelaine!"
I am scared but hell, do I want to know?
For what purpose does it murmur my existence?
I am scared
yet it embraces my name.
"Madelaine! Madelaine!"
I conquer my fear.
I learned to love
what loves me
but hell, do I really know?
When it could actually **** me?
"Madelaine! Madelaine!"
The vast emptiness of this large body of water
may **** me
but now I choose to let it be.
For I am loved
by the sound that the ocean makes.
I learned to love
what loves me
that will only eventually **** me.
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 11:00 AM UTC
and I swear, the moment our skin touched,
I felt it burn
like it was all wrong
and invalid.
I watched myself turn into ash.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 8:25 PM UTC
thou shall mold yourself
into something so tragic
that you end up being
greatly beautiful
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 9:00 AM UTC