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 Dec 2017 Haze
Jane
Flames and Frost
 Dec 2017 Haze
Jane
I am both flames and snowflakes.


I'll explode into sparks then I'll calm down like the falling snow.  

I will challenge your comfort zone, but I'll fight to stay in mine.  

I will feel fire in my heart when I am passionate or angry,

I will feel a blizzard when I am curious or afraid.

I will always rise, even if I fall.

I will roar louder than the mighty lion or slither quieter than the sly snake.

I will forgive without thought, or I will wear revenge with grace.

I will become completely attached to you, or leave without thought.

I will tear my barriers apart or build garden gates.

I will be bold, or I will never speak.

I will authentically be myself, or what I need to become.



I am simple, I depend on you.
We're all constructed within a spectrum of opposites. Stay out of the extremes, explore the black and white, but do not remain in them. Know yourself and your limits, but learn them, you are your greatest teacher. Either build you up, or become your destruction.


a bit of

in her hair I figured
all along the strands down to her bangs
I lingered along the lashes
became a vision
leaked down a cheek fell onto
her silky neck
became a molecule came into her
blood flowed down her heart
pumped me into her toes as they curled
traveled vascular
up her spine-tingling and came
smiling out the corner of her mouth
a wet spot
next to the corner of her smile
soft silky moist glistens
a mist on her breath
a bit of touch on the pillow
a dream on the next day's memory
a dream for forever


every touch a slow-moving pulse
sending shockwaves
through every point of touch
awaking every part of me
with his soft touch
his warm lips
our bodies move gracefully
insight
his brown eyes
lingering deep
touching the core of my soul
the warmth of his kisses
his fingers floating
like a paintbrush
leaving a burning trail
of ecstasy
and brilliant colored hues
each stroke caressing
each caress leaving
a beautiful new color of love
filling me with all of him
his heart
his soul
his being
all of his colors filling me
with his love



 Dec 2017 Haze
Olivia Ventura
Let my mind wander through green pastures
Let my feet follow
Let my eyes search the sea for a great Creature
Let my ship follow
Let my lips talk of love without having to speak
Let my heart follow
 Dec 2017 Haze
Olivia Ventura
Why do I wish you were standing there
running your hands through my hair
Whispering compliments in my ear
Promising me that you’ll always be here
Listening to our favorite song
swaying, together, all the while long
Feeling your pulse against my cheek
Feeling my knees become a little weak
I could stay here for hours with you
Because I believe what you said was true
That people were made with a part of them missing
Only to find it in someone worth kissing
 Dec 2017 Haze
Olivia Ventura
“I’m not hungry,” becomes an anthem
For a nation of starving citizens.
They’re not at war, they’re not lacking in supplies,
They only seek to attain the slim silhouette of a pen

Here’s to the days we spent craving that cake
Here’s to the months we were counting our bites
Raise a glass to that tiny mistake
Of eating one peanut on that one flight.

A mistake like that twists your stomach into knots
You feel your body wake itself up
Your tastebuds start tingling as if they forgot
Any other flavor than your water cup
 Dec 2017 Haze
Olivia Ventura
she leans against the tree
Wondering what life would be like
If her two became a three
Yet she rode up the hill with one bike

She wants someone to look at her
So she gouges out her eyes
She wants someone to listen to her
So she tears off an ear with her ties
She wants someone to dance with
So she splits her foot in two
She wants someone to laugh with
So she breaks off a rib to make do

She wants someone to sing to her
So she grips the voice in her throat
she wants someone to kiss her
And she tears the lips with the throat

She creates her own someone
And she loves him to pieces
But the one thing she forgot to give him
Was a piece of her heart
 Dec 2017 Haze
Olivia Ventura
I used to drawing these big yellow circles.
They would always make me happy.
Every time I did, I expected miracles
And I know that that seems sappy.
But there was just something about it
That forced my mouth to smile
I wouldn’t even have to think about it
At least that lasted for a little while.
Things have changed now that I’m older
I don’t have time to look at colors
Now, instead of thinking they look bolder
They’ve faded like light through closed shutters
Is it just that time has worn me down
Or is it just the truth in life
That an innocent smile turns to a frown
And a happy yellow circle into strife
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