Emptiness.
This place where I have found solace.
Catacombs full of bones.
Nothingness.
What I call home.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 12:00 AM UTC
I want to read love poems and be inspired
I want to write you a poem to show my affection
I want to describe to you in words what my heart feels
but there are no words good enough.
Nothing fits right.
I cannot box all this up nicely into metaphor.
Every attempt comes out to small.
The vastness of the universe cannot even begin to cover this
All I can think about is the universe exploding out of you.
The only thing I can compare you to is the stars and planets I adore.
All I can say is that every time I look into your dark eyes I reminded of the sky turning for day to night.
I fell in love with the super nova in your heart.
I understand what the means now, to be in love.
Its seeing the black holes of your soul and diving right in.
Its guiding you through when one of your stars bursts.
Its floating around in your vast soul.
Its looking at your oxygen tank, and giving your last breath
I love you and all your constellations
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
These words are all I have
fragile and small
words are all I can focus on
I want to give them to you
wrap them with a ribbon
mask them as beautiful
my words are treasures
not like gold
these words won't give you anything
but these words are for you.
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
I am not in love with you
I want to be
I want you to be
but you never will.
is this really how i will spend the rest of my life?
I love you
your eyes
hair
the way you pout when you concentrate
but I'm not in love with you
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC
Your soul
My soul
Come together
Never to part
Be thankful she broke your heart and not your soul
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 3:21 PM UTC
Cool air
Soft skin
Sleeping in
How to breath
Love
Pain
Birthdays
Words
Textures
Colors
We all have darkness
There is light
Sunrise
Sunsets
Smells
Sights
Eye colors
Beauty
Disasters
What broke your heart
What fixed it again
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
Waking up in mid morning.
Waiting for your beautiful words to cross my brain waves.
Wondering when I might be graced by your heart racing presents.
As the day goes by I think of you and smile.
I give my dearest to you.
I wait and watch the world pass me by and I wonder are you another passer by,
the man in the mask,
a looker,
a watcher
as well I surely don't know.
Nothing seems to matter in our world everything just floats around as we embrace.
At night I wonder if we'll spend nights together in the future.
Will you be my past and present
I won't ask for future I'll leave that with you.
I feel as if all my little corks and silly fears will never bother you
as if I could be perfect.
Beautiful to you plain to others.
I can wait forever to spend open time with you as long as it takes.
I'll sit on your corner. I always imagine my future not with others in it until you.
I could never hate you.
Love is all I have.
I stay awake dreaming of us.
Waking up in mid morning.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 12:15 PM UTC
I wanna be the subject of your favorite love song.
The thing that takes your breath away.
What keeps you going.
Where you want to be.
Who you want to be with.
I want to be your everything.
The one thing you can't live without.
I will stand with you as the world falls.
I will hold you when you cry
I will watch all your favorite movies.
I will hold your hand.
I will love you.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 12:08 PM UTC
Paint, metal, ever lasting ink
Come together
Fall apart
Means to an end
Skin, bone, blood
Life.
Wanting to be held!
This is how I see my world
Giver of life
Bringer of death
Source of beauty
Many parts
Many clones
All the same
All vastly different
This thing I was born with
Lucky to have
Taken for granted
Precious life, kept here.
Holder of hearts
Keeper of souls
A gift all my own
used
abused
Loved?
Scared
Never to truly know
Are you happy
being with me?
Or should I be kinder
Questions? Questions? Questions?
More than a tool
You keep his memory alive
You once held him
Knew his warmth
And the coolness of death
A fighter.
Strong.
Brave.
Bold.
Proud.
Happy.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 12:05 PM UTC
Windowless room
Soft warm skin
Messy hair
Rumpled sheets
Tired bones
Foggy eyes
Hearts in motion
Love on fire
Life. Living. LIFE LIFE LIFE
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 11:23 AM UTC