The peacefulness that sweeps your eyelids is priceless
It’s beautiful the way you move unconsciously
And excuse me for being heedful but I don’t think I’ve ever seen an angel before
It’s just the sight of you is striking to me
And actually I’ve never felt so close to anything that I could physically touch
The sentiment is Godly
Your body lies down my hearts horizon I’ve brightened.
I’m thankful you’ve given me a safe place to lay my devotion
My emotions are untangling in involuntary motion
I’m open To pain To the aching To the possible disappointments
But where I reside the address is cloud 9 And I’m floating
Going nowhere fast, I’m enjoying my view Coasting
I’ve heard that patience is a virtue And so I’m learning
The other night in a moment of silence I realized the blessings I’d been earning
It put fear in my heart
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 2:35 PM UTC
Capture me underneath the sunset.
Straw hat in hand, smile genuine.
Painted across my cheeks.
Paint me deep,
BLUE.
A darker hue.
Anything but bleak.
I became obsolete when I began to think
that this picture could never be painted.
My visualization became tainted.
But whenever I'm the artist my image
has the potential to be beautiful.
But my beauty bounces off the walls of a cubicle.
I need a creative collaborator.
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 2:22 PM UTC
Sometimes it seems to me that your ultimate goal is to see me broken.
You sit in your chair and twiddle my hearts strings between your fingers.
You strum my chords until the melody becomes too similar to your own.
Then you knot each of my hearts strings up individually,
Leaving me strung.
Only so you can start all over.
You learn me just to forget me.
Lead me just to leave me.
I'm a game that you love to play.
But only when you haven't smiled a genuine smile for a while.
I make you happy and nervous at the same time.
Cause everyone knows that a sweet hello births the most bitter goodbye.
So when it feels too real, it's too easy for you to run.
In the meantime you just walk the line.
You reside on the equator of my past and future.
And my resistance only assists your thrive.
You are the factor which brings life to my smile.
You are the crease in between my cheek and the corner of my mouth.
Every breathe I take while with you amplifies my high.
I hate you, but I love how you make me feel.
But only sometimes.
You are a wound that will never heal completely.
Marking me imperfectly beautiful. You are my creative collaborator.
Forever infected by your loves venom.
Therefore I bleed thee.
But, we don't relate anymore.
Our pitters don't patter on beat anymore.
Our paths don't meet anymore.
It seems like your hearts not even in reach anymore.
I figure to leave is the only way to settle the score.
But you've packed my bags and you opended the door.
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 6:21 AM UTC
Maybe the distortion of this portrait will create an even more captivating picture than viewed before.
The difference in the pigment of pixels may provoke a deeper message,
triggering currents of the subconscious to bring beauty of illustrious moments ashore.
Perchance an installation of last minute alterations won't lead to abdication but rather depict a trail of a beneficial journey embarked.
It'll be titled. . . "Matters of the Heart"
An abstract image of two roads diverged apart.
And when viewed from different angles, it's comeliness is untangled.
Conveying new meanings of art.
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 8:12 PM UTC
I told him I loved him.
Even though it was clear that he couldn't hear me.
I told him in the dark so that it would be impossible for him to see me.
I asked him if he felt the same way with my eyes closed.
So that just in case he said no,
I wouldn't have to witness his lips speak the word.
I asked him if he needed me.
And even though I knew it wasn't so,
I was curious as to if he would say yes to amuse me.
To soothe me.
I told him I loved him in the dark with my eyes closed,
So that if his ****** expression rearranged to one of confusion,
I could revert from the pain and paint an illusion behind my eyelids
Of a tropical island
Where it was just us.
I asked him when I'm not around does he feel that something's missing.
And as I realized the fact that he still wasnt speaking back,
That I had been falling while he was merely slipping.
But I admittedly take the blame for the cause of all this pain,
Because you never think to ask permission.
Yet, he stole something so dear to me without a scolding.
My heart was now in his possession and my heart he'd been molding.
So I had to let him know my love for him was pure,
And still I'm not sure that he knows it.
I then opened my eyes as he stood there frozen,
I came to the light and that's when I told him,
****** I want my heart back.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 2:56 AM UTC
We listened to Maxwell
as the sun fell,
And the days swayed into nights.
Letting the rhythm of the music
Speak to one another
Allowing our minds to take flight.
Connecting without speaking,
Sharing dreams without revealing.
Somehow letting the sound intertwine with our sight.
Those days transitioned into hours.
And those hours disbursed into just nights.
Sleeping so close,
But dreaming so far apart.
Yet we bound our bodies tight.
Meanwhile,
the clock was stealing our time.
Our days together were wearing out.
Our future becoming a blurry sight.
Tonight I listened to Maxwell,
As the moon spilled,
In through my blinds, bringing the music into light.
Never has a song brought relief
to tears so heavy.
As my pretty wings brought me to life.
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 4:16 AM UTC
He could be good for me.
But he acts just like you,
Well not like you.
Cause to be you is impossible to do.
But your dialect is similar
and there's something about his humor.
He could've had a chance,
If only he'd made it to me sooner.
So **** you for being perfect
And **** you for leaving.
I see no sense in searching now
Cause Im left with nothing to believe in.
The strength of your memory lives comfortably in my head.
Steady throughout the seasons.
And my friends don't bother to ask my why,
Cause I've drunkenly plead a thousand reasons.
He could be good for me.
But he reminds me of you,
Just not quite as perfected.
There's been many to step up to the plate.
An many have been rejected.
Cause their presence isn't as magic as yours.
And theres never a sign of a connection.
No mans touch is joined with comfort.
Passion is non existent.
No love welcomed.
And it don't matter how much they tell me they "love" me.
Cause something's always missing.
I don't feel that tingle in my tummy.
And I don't get those feelings.
He could've been good for me,
But he's not you.
And that makes all the difference.
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 2:05 AM UTC
Dream a lucid dream.
Where my attention isn't enough for your ego,
So you have an affair with mine.
Let it feed you with deception.
Because it seems that ignorance is the only thing that'll make you smile.
And when my infatuation becomes a threat to you,
Instead of initiating the game of russian roulette,
you just pick up the gun and shoot.
Taking me out of my misery, since you refuse to keep it company.
Pulling the evolvement from its roots.
When you begin to wonder what sparked your curiosity,
Take a look at the bruises I model
From every time that I've fought to leave.
Recollect the moments of peace and security,
And the incision of a bleeding heart left on your sleeve.
Come to your senses and sense that
I can love you to perfection,
Before you can even recognize what perfection is.
I could fulfill your wildest dream before you even realize where the inception is.
And if you decide to follow the light,
Make sure to remember how it feels.
Cause if the pain never sets in,
Then you'll know it wasn't real.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 7:15 PM UTC
Why does my body ignore what my mind says?
It seems you’ve rented the space up there and took control of my senses.
I’m defenseless.
I wonder how it feels to know the meaning of your very own hearts existence.
But why does my heart disregard my thoughts of you,
And dismiss your resistance?
I would hate to mistake love with a phase of contentment.
Would hate to mistake a blessing with an illness,
Only prescribed to your prescription,
With no sign of resilience.
Why do your actions contradict everything that you claim to me?
My heart beats fast and slow at the same time,
Every time I look into the eyes of the man that you claim to be.
Is it best that I leave?
What are you saying to me?
I never thought that my destruction
would be caused by a refutation to love lazily.
Why can’t I withstand the urge to cower from your affection?
Preparing to be submerged by a wave of your rejection.
I would hate to just become another one of your hearts lessons.
This recurring drain of energy that you withdraw from me,
Has proven detrimental to my soul’s projection.
I wonder how it feels to know that I love you with no exceptions.
And I wonder how it'll feel if we realize we've bypassed perfection.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 4:23 AM UTC
No matter what phases we go through
I'll remain loving the inner you.
The you that you're proud of.
The you that maybe sometimes you don't recognize.
The you that I see through my heart
Despite my eyes falling upon your best disguise.
I know better.
So do you.
So do better.
And i promise to do better too.
You influence change in my heart and mind.
Submerging my deeper side
Allowing me to realize
My self worth.
And though it may hurt,
I'll always remaining loving the inner you.
The you that captures the inner me.
But not only capturing but enhancing.
Multiplying, perfecting.
The you that will never face my rejection.
The you that can change the world.
The you that can change the weather.
The you that carries a bountiful presence.
The you that has the power to leave a mark forever.
The you that I have fallen deeply in admiration for.
The you that I've found closer to the core.
The you that our companionship
has never quite met before.
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 12:47 AM UTC