Most smile, decieve, praise, lie, kiss all with their lips
But love makes an oulet of eyes
Speaking, sighing, whispering, singing, groaning moaning
Not you, never you
Since I've known them
Your eyes saw love
Winded in the spell of life around you
Marrying this bride daily with the kiss of a rising sun
I want to take first place you know?
I want to flee from second where I belong
How unjust to wish that your rarity
your passion
would be wasted on me
I do want it
I want it selfishly
Never give me my desires
For you
For me
Never let me over come the itch in the back of your soul that wakes you up
That gives you wings
That changes your world
Do you understand?
YOU'RE the main character in YOUR story
Not me
It's time, delayed it may be, but it is long time to write my own
Stopping my wonder from book to book
Having someone write me in a main roles I am not suited for
I have a book
With doodles and scribblings of a story that deserves to be written
It wants completion
It's time for completion
God you know it's time
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 9:40 PM UTC
I feel it coming
I'm slipping again
I float down stream
I float away
No desire
To paddle or swim
I float away
I'll have to find
My starting point
Some day
But now I float
I float away
Be my anchor
For I float away
I won't stop myself
I'll just float away
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 12:24 AM UTC
I am the sun.
My beauty does not falter when looking or when not.
Love radiates. It forms about me, my lone existence is to shine.
Releasing light to all that is close, all that is far, all that I see.
Gold glimmer in glory I wake to rise each day without assistance.
Evening will find I fall in flowing red with no resistance.
Clouds do not, can not, will not hide for long, what is destined to be seen.
My heat of passion no winter will depress.
For I am the sun.
I am warmth.
I am persistence.
I an strength.
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 1:22 AM UTC
Dreams are our place
We are freeeeeeee of limiting factors
Reach out to me, touch my face
**** us time, or our own minds
Hopes in a fairytale future
Heaven or dreams, I will find you
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 10:38 AM UTC
Towns so small
We claim they're ours
Where the boys play ball
Pretty girls are stars
Mama teaches school
Daddy puts 'em hind bars
Kids get up when they fall
Young rebels race their cars
Dreams of escaping
But this is an escape
Don't dare think of leaving
This is our place.
In a watertower's shadow.
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 10:32 AM UTC
First you startled me.
Cognitive embrace found me fast.
Light I'd never seen before.
I, you, we.
I find myself alone
Questions skate my mind
Would you rather meet the one and lose
Or have the meeting undone?
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC
He has an old face.
Not old like aged but more timeless.
Its like his smolder could've been a kings'
or have belonged to a simple man in the great depression admiring his treasued wife.
His lips seem as if they could've kissed the ladies of face.
Bathsheba, Helen of Troy, Nefertiti.
His jawline couldve persuaded the ages.
This face!
Oh and his smile, well it could have charmed it's way out of a death row sentence
Or could it be that this smile wouldve been given to the helpless while on his greatest mission.
Oh his marvelous face.
Generations of lovers he's never known glares at me.
Me, another collection of past lovers.
Another face.
My thousands stare at his thousands.
His at mine.
Thousands meet again.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 11:04 PM UTC
Might your words have weight to them
so they would capture my soul's attention.
Speak the thought bright or grim
the dancing one on your tongue's tip.
If it is hard to say then said it must
for light fades and time does chase.
In yourself find a feel for trust
if you spoke it, it is your own.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC
The ghost of every kiss is still here
Dancing in the arch of my back
Dropping sweetly in every tear
Angels these spirits once were
Demons they are in current form
Ethier one should not be stirred
To serve a twisted reminder.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 8:58 AM UTC
I guess its funny that I'm here
chest beating deep breathing
year after year after year
It's purpose they tell you
If you find yours then run
so good for you good for you
What about us?
Where is my calling?
Doomed to drift.
To seek.
What are we to do?
If I never become 'anything' am I purposeless?
Is my purpose to be purposeless?
If that is purpose am I purposeless still?
Therefore abandoning my purpose?
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC