Wilted rose flowers,
late night hours.
Its all the same when it comes to you.
The eagerness of your brain,
gives me great pain.
Simply because,
i want it too.
The efficiently profound words
that intellectually roam around
your natural body with the need
to discover,
uncover things hidden
within me.
-s.s.
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 2:07 PM UTC
Fear does not exist.
Fear does not control you.
It is simply a product of your imagination
brought to you for the sole purpose
to make you question the possible outcomes
of a convoluted situation.
Fears reason of existence isn't to hold you back,
it is to enlighten you with the ability
to move foreword.
And before you blame it,
remember that with no fear,
the core values of humanity
would cease to exist.
-s.s.
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 1:56 PM UTC
You make me greedy,
greedy for your love.
I want to escape the want,
the desire,
the need I have to gain the acceptance of your soul…
but I know the feelings I have for you will never diminish,
no matter what i try to make out of my longing self.
The mere thought of you enthralls me,
Leaving me wanting more.
*I’m not a selfish person,
But when it comes to you,
with others I simply can not share.*
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 12:56 AM UTC
*"I thought I understood it
That I could grasp it
But I didn’t
Not really
I knew the smudgeness of it
The pink-slippered-all-containered-semi-precious eagerness of it
I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole
The wholeness was a rather luxurious idea
Because its the halves that halve you in half
Didn’t know
Don’t know about the in between bits
The gore-y bits of you
And gore-y bits of me"*
-Anna from Like Crazy
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 6:57 PM UTC
She lies on the swaying hammock, watching butterfly’s flutter away.
Her skins glows in the shimmering rays of light, and feels of only smoothness; flawlessness.
Twirling around the lawn with her mother’s hands in hers, like a bird soaring through the infinite blue. She was in complete bliss. So innocent. So unknowing.
And as she grew older, the ecstasy began to fade.
The world continued to revolve around her,
rapidly replacing the naive with the conscious.
The understanding that our creation is malicious diminished her hope until there was nothing left but the mere memories of her childhood.
She longed for the day where life was as simple as those, when pain seemed not to exist.
But although she grew up to realize the misery,
she never stopped watching the butterfly’s flutter away,
into the world of unknown.
-s.s
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 6:46 PM UTC
Shyness is beautiful.
It is simple,
Yet so complex.
It never longs for attention and devotion,
or feels the urge to be involved.
It doesn’t cry out for you.
Instead,
It waits patiently.
Watching, enduring, observing.
It is beautiful in the way dust particles glisten in the sunlight,
Or how cold rain sticks to a clouded window.
So many features are contained in the word simple,
That it makes the definition questionable.
Because if shyness is beautiful and simple,
And simplicity is complex,
Then why isn’t everything considered
Beautiful?
-s.s.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 6:43 PM UTC