Her vanity ;
Used eyeliners
Polished golden rings
diamond watches still ticking
Her favorite oud scents still preserved in their boxes
Pocket sized pictures of us as kids framing the mirror ,
Her vanity
Doesn't know
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
Oh i forgot to say ;
It was a lie
I never got over you
I couldn't love you less
It just never happened and
I'm not sorry for the lie that kept you close .
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
The corners of her mouth tuned ,
Slowly pressed her cheeks and revealed her teeth .
In her eyes was a glint that made my mind blink rapidly ,
It silenced and paused our surroundings .
They’re nothing but haze now
Setting a series of ripples across the calm waters of my chest
A rush that is shredding my soul
yet embracing it with warmth
As I reach the crest of whatever that was
I can see myself in the reflection
Of her eyes ,
scattered in denial that a simple curve of her lips was an allure
That draw me into her.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 6:04 PM UTC
~
Love! vs Love?
I love you! I love you?
It's true, I do! It's true, I do
Wonder why? Wonder why;
You love me too! You love me too?
~
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
I met a stranger tonight
She was wearing a hat
She looked at me and asked
If she could take the bracelet on my wrist
She told me it will look prettier on her wrist
I agreed
Then she gave me a bracelet of hers
To remember her she said
She asked if she could kiss my hand
An hour later she was lying on a couch
She told me she took three pills and smoked four joints
I asked her if she's escaping life
I heard silence and saw wide open eyes
I know nothing but her name
Her name was like mine
The Indian definition of soul
And the Hebrew meaning of a female ruler
She closed her eyes
A black eyeliner painted wings on her lids
I smiled.
She felt it and opened her eyes
I smiled again.
Her tired lips stretched to a lazy smile
She said I'm weird and I act like her
I told her we should be friends
She asked if I'm escaping life too
Yes that's what I do
She closed her eyes to dream of an empty life
And I went to bed to write the night
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC
Before I close my eyes and surrender in peace you should know,
That I never liked the color grey till I met you.
And snowflakes never interested me .
Drawing used to consume my time
And writing was just a remedy.
Love seemed wicked
And friendship temporary.
I hated people
And my secrets were just mine .
I lived restrained in my own mental
Bars that I've locked myself behind
You bent the metal and held my hand out.
To find a beautiful world of us.
now i leave it all to you
And close my eyes.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 6:46 AM UTC
She and I
We have weird desires
I like to choke
She likes to bite
I like to bleed
She likes to hit
I crave pain
She seeks my freedom
I'm lost
She's there
To a journey full of sick adventures
I ask for death
She serve it in a golden plate
We do no good for each other
But we ended together
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC
I would want to spend my every minute with you,
I would rather read the expressions of your face than do to a book.
Count the freckles on your back than do to a star .
Hold your hand than do to a warm cup of coffee on a frozen night.
I would want you to spend your every minute with me,
But none can .
You cant because you're with her
And i cant because
You smile when you say you love her.
So i will read my book closely and imagine your expressions closer,
I will count the stars as if they were your freckles and the night's your back under the dim light
And
I will hold the cup of coffee and pretend its yours .
I will smile when you tell me you love her .
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
Told her life's a river ,
Water keeps running
And even dead fish follow the stream.
She said,
Life's not a river it's a ******* ocean ,
With its storms
Depths
Currents
And tides
You just have to ride the waves.
But still I felt floating on a water surface and everything seems so dark.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
A five hundred piece puzzle is what I am . and i never get the will of solving my self out because there's only 499 pieces of me.
Till i found you, i found the missing piece.
I am five hundred again.
I still haven't got my pieces together but you can call me complete.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 7:13 AM UTC