You're delicate.
Intricate.
Purposely astonishing.
Visually clear and teary eyed prepared,
swaying over the ****
Darkly swept and fragile,
you are my memory.
Balanced and ever-so-still,
I suppress you.
During the same night in tilted repeat,
running empty under the winter coat of snow bare and hollow,
My breaths murmur,
I'm forgetting you.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 10:54 AM UTC
To see a simple face and capture it in all simplicity
is like a pattern of depth and emotion burning my flesh repetitively.
To gaze into eyes so hidden and wanting,
but of something other than it sees.
To retrace the words spoken on his lips,
where a smile curves at each end making me smile,
making me only wonder of what I am thinking.
To imagine touching while pale flesh I imagine so soft,
so innocent,
so longing,
so...him.
I think of you slumbering,
quiet for once,
shy how I see you,
fading into the darkness engulfed in patches underneath your steps,
breathing once more within me a connection of exquisite pain,
the exquisite pain of wanting someone so unattainable
so breathtaking,
so innocent,
so longing,
so...you.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 10:54 AM UTC
Linked heartfelt breaths of wonderment,
hold onto depth and I,
I lost bites of perfect sight.
Gray blind skies hate heights,
but I won't flutter timelessly,
I'll sink for you.
Cloth dispersing like ashes with water,
leave my memories with an abyss of patches,
my happiness hides the right to blink and take flight.
Skies play along as endless pockets of summers web,
with its wind lovely and emptier than the glitches of glass shards.
I'll rip my skins cavity for you.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 10:53 AM UTC
I knew I liked you
when I felt a knot in my stomach,
I was searching for the will to breathe.
I knew there was something different when I saw you smile,
teeth exposed across your soul,
when I began to wonder what you were thinking.
I knew I had to stand a minute more just to see you pass,
being yourself,
the first thing I ever saw.
And I knew I had to let you walk away,
since I coward inside,
where I find myself too vulnerable to speak.
Here I knew,
we'd speak someday,
when I work up the courage
to let the fear fade away.
For this,
I knew I liked you.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 10:53 AM UTC
Whispers suppressed her laughter,
It was an acknowledgable sentimental factor.
Shoves and tossings of her hair went unnoticed through the air.
Piece by Piece she witnessed.
Second by second she felt.
This was her life as she called it,
a warm September morning,
waiting for life's December.
Endless white snow.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 10:53 AM UTC
One simple thing,
ending it by a strand at a time.
You were a hollow summers eve
trapped in the rays of sunlight.
A wave too perfect to out tumble
the sea's current.
A heartbeat to quick to withstand
a seniors body.
And a smile too great that tried to make the earth crumble.
You'll always be my world's struggle.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 10:53 AM UTC
Simple stares,
elegant glares,
befuddling stuttering,
let it be released,
your words that is.
Even if the comprehending syllables
make up riddles.
In the end,
you'll always confuse me.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 10:52 AM UTC
One could only adore the combination the beautiful word "our" creates.
Like a bonding,
like meaning,
attempting to seal everything within the body of cement.
Placing strings and emotions through an electrical current,
hoping to only survive the storm.
Wishing to carve away the nervousness,
the insecurities,
and to lock everything else away underneath the skin.
To be inside the "our".
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 10:52 AM UTC
To remember words written and caressed in whispers
sincerely touched within memory
holds me captive,
lost willingly in thought.
Only to see an image,
and feel my strength drained,
smile forth my essence,
and beg me to listen of winters sprout
and of mid day slumber.
Guide my eyes to see with open mindedness,
and sit beside yourself and I,
as a third party with curious eyes and whispers.
Only then you'd see my thoughts of you,
bare and rare in simplicity.
I'd count on your with my fears,
hopes,
and my frail,
lean,
soft thoughts.
And soon enough,
I'd love to be considered as something secure but
rarely ever understood.
As you allowed it,
I'd fill the chest lost in breaths.
I'd replay the times I laughed and felt alive,
enclosed in a snow globe.
You'd be the falling snow enclosed with me,
always there to be there.
We'd never grow with age.
I'd remain there.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 10:52 AM UTC
I'm relatively positive you enjoy indulging in the fact that I'll always drown for you.
And evidently,
I'm surprised to realize that I live for the moments when you'll look right through me,
and see only confinement.
But how I wish I could only be the blankets that cradle you and more.
To have the opportunity to be smothered by the feel and press of your lips,
your flesh...
and why,
I'd die happily for every second of my life,
but only with the condition that I lose consciousness every time
in the warmth of your arms,
feeling you kiss me
as my heart skips one millionth of a beat.
Only then would I slip away feeling entirely broken
and complete at the same time.
Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 11:09 PM UTC