The scenery couldn’t have been built better for the perfect kiss.
Instead of a kiss she finds what fear fears.
The wish of flying free always ends in flying alone.
Has freedom ever been found to bring bliss?
As the sun shadows tears of disappointment and grief,
She falls from the sky she had put herself in.
An illusion made because of a few words, a few smiles?
The burden of a woman has always been
The same of a man.
One paints a picture of the perfect paradise
Never once deviating, never changing.
The other paints black the picture of a paradise once made
In hopes of never falling again.
Jul 30, 2011
Jul 30, 2011 at 9:09 AM UTC
It was a sweet summer breeze brushing on a delicate flower sight
It was the moon coming to its highest point, illuminating darkened skies
It was the rain pouring down on deserts dry
It was a bird elevating on his first flight
It was the sun rising on a winter night
There is nothing like which will ignite
What in me came about tonight
It was Magic,
That kiss.
Magic which only shows when it is love outright
He,
My White Knight.
Jul 30, 2011
Jul 30, 2011 at 9:08 AM UTC
Did you even get to hear that sound?
How it drowned out
The running water beneath my hands?
That silent sound of pleasure?
I can’t even recall it anymore.
This is what you couldn’t understand.
All I hear now is her screaming;
Betrayed, and yet we just stand there.
I’m acting faster than I can think.
You’re falling with groundless lies.
Excuses gone with one blink.
Do you hear her screams of pain
Through words of fury?
Me by her side, you see,
I’m not one to get burned by Mercury.
And you will be the one to blame.
I’m always behind glassed security.
Jul 30, 2011
Jul 30, 2011 at 9:06 AM UTC
She puts on her bathrobe.
like he hadn’t just seen her.
They walk to the open door.
He turns around.
“So”. Here come the words of closure.
“I think it’s needless to say this stays bet-“
She knows. “Don’t even mention it.”
maybe if she says it fast enough it will seem as if it was never said.
He holds a blank expression.
Hope? She leans in.
His hand on her lower back.
A kiss so fast, her eyes weren’t even capable of closing.
A sigh ignored. “I’ll see you around then.”
She knows. It is not an invite.
“I guess…” A nostalgic smile ignored.
She closes the door.
He doesn’t know.
He has no clue.
Jul 30, 2011
Jul 30, 2011 at 9:00 AM UTC
Along with effortless words
Laughs of remembered enjoyment
Silences so painfully loud.
The ordinary conversations,
lighting up every
shadowed corner.
Comparison
fights fights
and
Doubts
reasons with
Desire
defies contentment
time
distance
sound
touch
defies what I've come to call
love...
when it's nothing but
complex
convenience.
Apr 4, 2011
Apr 4, 2011 at 5:17 PM UTC
Among the crowd there was a still man. Bewildered he seemed; his eyes not moving though confusion engulfing them. Compelled I was to offer aid but something in his stance stopped me. Described in it were rage, disappointment and the slightest hint of hope. Ecstatic the crowd was and yet he wasn’t able to let himself join the atmosphere. Fabricated around him was an invisible bubble of mental isolation. Granted through my conclusion was that his mind must have been going a thousand miles per hour.
Hesitation again making me balance on the tip of my toes, moving me forward but not quite advancing. Instead, I chose to swing backwards and snap back into my life; his life was none of my business.
Jaws were clenched as I walked back to my car and I realized never before had I actually believed those words. Keeping my thoughts locked up, I felt eyes burning into my back.
“Looking at me, sweety?” A deep voice startled me. Momentarily paralyzed I was. Nervousness gave me chills down my spine. Opened my car door as I ignored the threating voice behind me. Pressure quickly surrounded heavily around my wrist and pulled me right before I could sit on the white leather seats of my car.
“Quiet! Don’t you dare scream” he said. Rapidly, he took out a knife from his back pocket, barely visible.
“Succulent, I thought I wasn’t going to enjoy myself tonight… the first one failed to show up.” Terror filled my lungs, clouded my mind and filled the air around us; it was almost tangible.
Unlike stories I had read, this man couldn’t appear much more trustworthy and calm. Vulgarity seeped through his pores, however; this judgment further proved right when his hand slowly raced up my inner thigh.
“Wait…please….”, I couldn’t manage to spit out anything else. X-ray vision I bet he wished he had by the way he was staring at me. Yet he subtly interlocked his fingers into mine but firmly squeezing my hand.
Zooming cars was the last I heard as he dragged me into the street….
Feb 20, 2011
Feb 20, 2011 at 1:34 PM UTC
The point is reached where
You wish details weren’t so evident to you
Anymore.
Where you wish you were the type of person
That could turn their head around and
Give the middle finger to the world,
Instead of dwelling over the “what ifs”.
Where you feel trapped by society’s invisible rules
Set by fear
Where not even
Sleep is an escape and
Written words become
Phantom.
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 12:50 PM UTC
The catch about alcoholic beverages is not exactly what you're taught, again and again, during school.
The catch is not that it impairs your thinking and awareness abilities. It is how even though one is fully aware of the situation at hand, carelessness overrules all other emotions (besides lust) and logical reasoning.
This - and nothing else - is what pushed me to commit a sin I would've otherwise not committed.
That, indeed, is quite an astonishing fact considering all the opportunities I'm willing to take in a heartbeat that others would deny in the same, or even less, amount of time.
Perhaps the thought of my now-carried-out transgression had crossed, and even lingered on, my mind.
But the dizzying poison fabricated them into action.
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 12:16 PM UTC
I do confess
I’d love to know
If there was something felt.
Was there any passion?
Maybe a bit of rage?
Was it the best,
Or was it the worse?
Fear?
Or better yet, hope?
Perhaps nothing at all…
Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 4:23 PM UTC
This time - things change.
Perhaps change isn't the correct word...they vanish.
The sins and errors: no more.
The tears and pain: non-existant.
You, i do not deserve.
Nevertheless, need you.
And no...to let you go is never, never has been
and never will be, even an option.
To the others i will talk no more.
The others i will see no more.
There wasn't any others...
Just the curiosity of my inhibitions.
**** that human urge!
Oh, **** that human nature!
For sorrier I have never been and the words said now
Are as real as the air we breath.
Thus.
Here i sit, in this lonesome place.
Full of ignorant people who stare at me and feel pity.
Pity! Ha. Not even sympathy.
Yet here i sit.
Writting words that to you, have no meaning.
But here i sit
...still writting
...still grieving.
Thinking of what to say -
only if there was anything to say.
Thinking of what to do -
only if there was anything to do.
Thinking of us -
only if there was any 'us'.
Everything becomes insignificant
if not of yours.
Everything is now nothing.
But what is nothing?
The absense of everything.
And everything?
- is you.
To live on with my life. Impossible.
To act like this doesn't affect me. Impossible.
To let you walk away in pain. Impossible.
To hurt you once more. Impossible.
To listen to the so-called advice. Impossible.
To laugh at the most probable ending. Impossible.
To not love you?
That too, impossible is.
Thus.
Here I stand.
In front of you i will place myself.
My eyes will stare into yours and
(though i'm probably confusing reality with my own fantasy)
in loyalty and bliss we will prevail.
The love will overstep human instincts.
For what we have isn't human
- it's godly.
So here.
One more written promise.
Only this time there isn't a third person to influence.
Only this time, though capable of sharing,
to myself i keep.
The start of a new beginning - if you will.
Because as hard as you may try
to stare at me with disgust and anger,
it's as how much it is visible in your eyes
that you want this 'game' to end as much as i do.
For i still see the love -
and the possible forgiveness.
For i still see
the hope.
True love doesn't vanish into thin air.
It doesn't vanish because of the errors.
As much as you may want to escape from it -
it stays.
And it only grows.
I'm deeply sorry you had to pick the one
that only learns the hardest of ways.
But she does love you.
That - has never been a lie.
It is as much as a lesson to me
as it is to you.
Oct 25, 2010
Oct 25, 2010 at 6:06 PM UTC