It was all incredibly detailed—
the way he dove into her drained eyes,
how he explored her dark and poignant soul;
metaphorically saying he was in paradise.

How delighted it made him feel
when he picked up all the withered flowers;
telling her how lovely they are.

How he buried all the dying trees and birds;
bringing the life back to her lonesome world.

How he tinted the black and whites;
making them vividly colored once more.

It was the way it slowly lighted up
her once lifeless world
it was brought to life again
full of bliss, very lively
not until she felt
an overpowering embrace of reality.

I love  you more everyday.
You are my thoughts and dreams.
I just hope that you will stay,
and that this won't fall apart at the seams.

You have all of my heart,
and you have for a long while.
You are funny, kind, and smart.
I just wish you'd learn to smile.

"don't waste your time on me you're already a voice inside my head"

funny that you didn't realize those were my favorite song lyrics, not my conscience telling you to go

You might be Heathcliff
To my Elizabeth
Because a hero I, need not
If you choose to impress through lies and duress
you’re surely, not the man  I thought

I am not a romantic
When you stand in the rain
You can be pedantic
But please don’t refrain
From your recitations of poetry
If I could rewrite this story
I’d try and make you see

For Mr. Wickham
I can see clearly through
Have I told not
All of my truths to you
If you could forgive me
For being quite uncouth
I’d leave my homestead
And walk days to you

I am not a romantic
When you stand in the rain
You can be pedantic
But please don’t refrain
From your recitations of poetry
If I could rewrite this story
I’d try and make you see

You might be angry
And feeling betrayed, but
This is not a war to be fought
If you can forgive me
I’ll try to make you see
That you’re the romantic I want

Your good opinions
Have surely been lost
I made snap judgments
Not knowing the cost
If you can forgive me
Then please tell me so
But if you cannot
Away I will go

Waiting for your life to begin

Waiting for your team to win


Waiting for the bus to arrive

Waiting for your kid to strive


Waiting for the rain to pass

Waiting for the bell after class


Waiting for the job of your dream

Waiting for things to become what they seem


Waiting for inspiration to come

Waiting to become rich and then some


Waiting for a person to change

Waiting for motion to become a range


Waiting for a bad mood to disappear

Waiting for your head to clear


Waiting for your boss to see your worth

Waiting for heaven on earth


Waiting for what is your due

Waiting for a cue


Waiting for someone to understand

Waiting for your enemies to be banned


Waiting for the world to get better

Waiting for that liberating letter


Waiting for something that will never come

Waiting for things to become undone


Waiting for wisdom to teach you

that waiting is just loosing time to get through

Waiting is much harder
if you think of the time
you wasted.


*© Pax

I can see him blush
I think he’s got a crush
I know he’s staring at me
From the corner of my eye

I can see heads turning
I know their whispering
I watch them giggling
From the corner of my eye

Her hopes are dead
I know she cried in bed
I watch her turn red
From the corner of my eye

I pretend I don’t know
These seeds I won’t sow
I will just let it go
From the corner of my eye.

-Zainab Attari

I don't know how to tell you to be gentle
My skin might dissolve under your touch like the way
Your eyes melt my
Insides
And my knees might crumple
When I see your smile
And I'll curl up into the
Curve of your dimples
When you breathe your name
Into my trembling lips
And I'm fragile
So I need you to be
gentle