As the water rushes toward the surface
it gently meets your fingertips and sends sensations all throughout your body
It feels new and exciting
Soon you find yourself completely immersed
It seemed infinitely beautiful at first glance
but now that you are under the surface it is quite the opposite of that
|s.s|
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
I remember the time when I would silently ascend your staircase and try too hard not to trip so of course I did. I would cautiously place my feet one in front of the other approaching your room only to find you asleep, hidden away in dreamland.
I remember the piano sang softly out from the speakers in your phone- lost somewhere with in your covers as well.
I remember I would stand there for a moment and see your peaceful face and even though you had told me to wake you, I always hesitated because I could hardly force you into the cruel reality of this world. I wish you could stay in the land that was blissful and bright, but not too bright. Your face was relaxed and your body curled up and wrapped within blankets and that is the picture I always see when I think of love in its simplest form. Not the love between a man and a woman, but between humans.
The warmth a heart has and the capacity it holds.
The comfort you may find in another warm soul, so inviting.
The love between two humans that is eternal and means nothing other than loyalty and sincerity.
That is love in its purest form.
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
there are two candles burning
in the dark
one is yours
one is mine
and though the flames
never touch
our lights combined
brighten the room
and I hope you stay
because there's already enough
empty space
in this world
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
If I had Audrey Hepburn's class and elegance, would I catch your eye when we passed each other in a morning rush?
If I had Elizabeth Taylor's eyes and body, would you stay a bit longer?
If I had the simple yet perfect beauty of Grace Kelly, would you wrap your arms around me at night and make me your princess?
And if you saw the lurking shadows and sensed the sadness behind my smile, just like Marilyn Monroe, would you leave me
all over again?
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
in the middle of the night
when everything is at its quietest
i feel a tug at my hair
i feel a nudge in my side
i feel the pull of my hand
i feel a restlessness in my body
something is calling me
a distant land or perhaps a forgotten muse
something is calling me
and i cannot wait to answer
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
My mind drifts in this abyss
And as it goes and goes and goes
I cannot stop it from touching those
Tender, broken, shattered pieces of what seems to be so hard to identify and erase from the mind.
My mind keeps on expanding
And as it goes and goes and goes
It touches those forgotten, dusty little corners and invokes a new set of flames in my heart.
The fire reaches the bones that keep me sane and i begin to transition into ash.
The wind picks up all the particles and scatters me
here
and there.
Finally, I am away from myself.
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 8:12 PM UTC
He stays where he should be
He knows just how to shake me
Fate is not to blame
It all started with a red, hot flame.
He takes the glint out of my eyes
No longer am I in disguise
Fate is not to blame
It all started with the broken frame.
He kissed me on the hand
Politely, as if it was planned
Fate is not to blame
When he burns as vibrant as that flame.
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 2:31 AM UTC
I wish I could
Scrape the faults off
like old and worn paint
From the wall I created.
But my nails are worn
From fighting and climbing
Up these holes I somehow dig
Unknowingly.
As soon as I see light and breathe
In the sweet scent of your presence,
I slip.
I fall.
But I'm tired
and I can't climb again this time.
Not alone.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
She eagerly brushes her fingers through her hair,
Pupils are dilating,
Biting of the lip but swiftly stops.
She was told not to.
Why, she thought, why couldn't she just listen.
Or maybe she did that too much.
He isn't there to stop her and she hates him for that.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 1:28 PM UTC
She couldn't look past lovers in the eyes.
When realising it, she'd set them free.
She found him,
and fell in love with his eyes.
When realising it, she'd never want to set him free.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 3:33 AM UTC