I lose my sense of self, when our shadows melt in the incandescent heat and merge.
When we become one and one becomes us,
My ecstasy welcomes you with open arms.
Gasp,
rejoice,
and release.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 8:19 AM UTC
When I hear it rains, I smile, I sigh.
I wait..
The window fogs up, the fog then vanishes, but your absence remains.
When I hear it rains, I dream of you,
of empty promises,
and happiness drains..
When I hear rain, you come to mind,
with thoughts of loss, and thoughts of pain.
And just as the rain begins to subside,
my feelings dissipate, as I order them in pride:
"Go out and play,
and wash your pain away."
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
I cry for my heart and for that, I am to blame.
I cry for my heart as it reshatters into a million sweet pieces every time I see the letters of your name.
I weep as my heart pumps poison to my veins and honey to my brain so my body feels the aches and my mind feels delighted.
You've loved another and I'm aware.
while I'm here picking up pieces of me and pieces of my pride,
you're out there, flirting with a date.
That's not fate.
Fate was you and I.
fate IS you and I.
And I know that you know this,
that's why I cry.
Don't you know this?
I'm insane? Define sanity.
If sanity is condemning my unquantifiable love for you and deeming it ephemeral then by God I'd rather be insane.
You are the heart of my heart, you are the mind of my mind, you are my sanity.
You are my prize, my precious,
my torment and the reason of my soul's demise.
And now look at me, what's left of me?
A mere leaf falling from a tree,
The tree that was my balance.
And now I'm shaking cold, old and frostbitten like an unwanted unwelcome cold December night while you roam like spring, blossoming and joyful.
What you've done is cruel.
My greatest fear is not losing you, it is losing myself after your departure.
My greatest fear is that this heart would fall to a disease it can never recover from when the cruel frost reaches my core.
I'm afraid I'm losing the ability to love.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
We live
We die
Life is but a journey
We share we care we flirt with
a love affair: with life.
We cry we are happy we are shy
We’re the friend and the spy
We pry on other people’s business
We are everywhere.
We are alive.
We care.
And then we leave, and retrieve all our shine
We intertwine
With the roots and the shrubs
Within the endless labyrinth of the mundane and the divine
We become part of it
It consumes us
Earth takes us in, and we begin
To unthink
unfeel
Is this real?
Am I buried, am I cremated, was I clothed, was I bare?
I don’t care.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
I fed you to the wolves,
I should have known better..
You were my better half.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
A sudden scent emerged with substantial saturation.
Surrounded your senses, tamed your defenses like a mild sedation
Inhale.
Seal your lips, and instantly suffocate
on the sweet smell of your long lost infatuation.
Stare.
At the surreal star descending from the sky.
like a secret that dwells and quickly compels
A swift light that blinds your straying self & leaves you with a strong and urgent sensation
of guilt.
You swoon at the sight of it
That sweet perfume, that silent fantasy of your own creation
That seductive sick flirtation is your salvation.
Again,
you surrender.
Again,
you lose yourself
to the never-ending labyrinth of hate and love.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
Condensed vapors and precipitated storms
Raging thunder and wind transforms
Swings rocking back and forth in parks
Leaves swaying to the rhythm of the wind
Clouds wander off
Subtle beams of light
Fresh dew marks on vivid green grass
A light screen of sheen on the window
Step out
Breathe in
Breathe out
I disappear
right here, in the adorning light of the sun
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC
Smoke rises thick and strange
liplocking a joint,
my hand gently caressing his thigh,
I'm high.
Haze, daze, kaleidoscopic vision and
a million ways of looking at life.
Heart race.
Touch the air, taste the lights
blips of conversations
picture not in whole
i remember words, feelings, lies,
bloodshot eyes, laughs, unforgivable social gaffes.
Silence.
distorted vision, emotional collision
yellow, blue, red.
Green.
we're suddenly in bed
warm flesh, breathing escalated
damp sheets, whispered profanity
euphoric chills, midnight treats.
we crave the lights again,
we want to feel the air, and we try,
the smoke and the ceiling find embrace
once again,
it's late, we debate, and tessellate the night
with pieces of our mind.
Fate. you talk to me, you tell me your secrets and I relate
sun beams seep through the shades
and glaze our bodies to rest,
we hug them and lay side by side:
I'm numb,
you're oblivious,
we're derezzed.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
With how tired I am,
I am not amazed with how uncomfortable this chair is.
Countless men proposed, yet I chose,
The one who would break my back with house chores.
I should have thought more.
I could have thought more…
I should have listened to my mother.
These wooden floors are hard and cold,
My hair is shedding, and I feel old.
The colours on this glass window,
would they fade in time to reveal,
what is false and what is real?
My heart is bursting.
It is of no consequence.
What is the benefit of looking out the window at my shattered youth?
The view is dreary,
And I am growing more and more weary.
Lord, relieve this sore.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 5:03 AM UTC
Not that I'm jealous but,
Your 10 inch heels stroll around the bar,
want him to smell your cheap perfume trace?
Pass by here and I'll leave you with a scar,
across your lovely Mac painted face.
Not that I'm jealous but,
Your mascara speaks vile,
your eyes flip & it's him you pick.
Top that off with a smile,
and I'll burn you on a stick.
Not that I'm jealous but,
Cracked nail polish & a drink,
you point at him & linger.
So much as think to toss a wink,
honey I'll burn you & that finger.
Not that I'm jealous but,
You're playing with your hair,
You're bending over more & more.
You can show a bit more cleavage,
And I can show you civil war.
Not that I'm jealous but,
A silly laugh and duck face smirks?
seriously lady,
Quit stirring up my bad side.
You want him to like you?
Those are "good girl" perks.
Have a little dignity,
Maybe some pride.
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC