If I happen to slip into an endless sleep let it be known my dear...
Let it be known that though limited my accomplishments have boar me endless bliss...
Let it be known that although I have not won any grand prizes I had the privilege to win your heart
And although I have not visited every corner of this earth I have roamed every inch of your soul and even climbed on the hills of your insanity and can nearly swear that the view is more magnificent than tops of Everest
And though I have not written great novels I helped write the story of us and that is enough...
And though I've not seen the northern lights I'm sure they can't compare to light in your eyes
So if I slip into and endless sleep my dear let be known that Ive lived a fruitful day and now I have teachers my curfew with more than contempt
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 2:41 PM UTC
"But I'm damaged" she said with watery eyes fixed on the moon
"We are all damaged goods...we are all cardboard boxes with fragile stickers handled by people that don't give a shit..and that's why we are shattered from the inside and that's why the deeper we get to know each other the more we hurt ourselves on the broken pieces but I guess rarely you find people tough and willing to rampage through it to find the pieces of you that aren't so sharp around the edges...the beautiful pieces of who you really are..and then they stick them together and try to fix us and sometimes they can..it's like we were never really broken..and if that's not something beautiful I don't know what is"
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 5:59 AM UTC
Darling strip me
Strip me of these words I call thoughts
That have started a war in my head
And bled out of my mouth..
Strip me of the soldiers in my head..
That believe they fight for a cause
But know the cause is as mysterious as a femme fatale
Because the future cannot be fought for..
Strip me of my past..
That has disguised itself
As a dark hooded man in the back of alleyway
Known as my soul ..
Silence every vibrating atom in my being
So that for a brief a second I am
As still as a Sunday dawn..
Darling strip me..
Strip me emotionally
So that I lay bare
In the arms of your mind
Embrace me in the chest of your soul...
and take me as I am..
Bare and beautifully broken..
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
My voice may not be ..
That of two humming birds in love
As they sing on your window sill
On a Sunday morning
As you drink your English breakfast tea
But darling I will always sing..
And I may not have the grace
Of a leaf as it says farewell to its roots
And floats into the arms of the dirt
On cold autumn day
But darling I will always dance..
And I may not love like a Shakespearean play
With beauty, craze and passion
But I will always love
And that my friend is how to live..
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC
“Dance with me my dear”
You said as you reached for my hand
“But there is no music”
“Don’t worry its playing in my head”
You slipped your arm around my waist
And we swayed, and swayed
And swayed…
Across the living room floor of wild daisies
Across rivers of moons and stars
Across darkness and light we swayed..
We swayed into the night
With every inch your finger moved
Up my back and in my hair
A demon of mine had escaped
A bad thought trickled down as a tear
Lift my chin and ask ”what is wrong”
My tongue curls to say “you..
You have made believe I could be loved”
But it comes out as lips upon lips
And I think….
I think that says it all
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC