Sometimes I close my eyes, Just to see the great ocean that rocks inside of me The rolling tide filling my chest Cresting over my heart Spilling through my eyes And saturating my upturned palms. I catch your spirit there, And sometimes imagined scenes:
You and me, In the half light of dusk In the light winds of spring Alone but for the flutter of wings That is really my heart, Beating wildly Against your chest. Close enough to feel your breath Along my neck. Can you feel my tides rise, My rhythm quicken? Always you Stirring these waves of desire, Churning my waters Into fire.
Sometimes I close my eyes Just to hear the music of the sea birds Soaring and dipping to the surface, Which is now like glass Held motionless by your enveloping warmth Held still by your unfaltering strength The waves calmed; The birdsong of my soul free at last.
This ocean is mine But you carry its depths in your palms And when I close my eyes Only you can release Its power. Crash with me like these waves beneath the stars. Close your eyes now. I am yours.
A poem for the wild seas of passion; for the depth of chemistry between two people. May we all experience it <3
His name, his name has been written inside of me as if my body was paper It's as if each letter has been carved on my ***** heart (and I can't escape it) And it hurts painfully, my eyes are getting wetter And I can't face this weather (tear drop rain and love heart clouds).
And his little stabbing words haunt me like the ghosts of future memories (The ones that will never take place) They sing ****** stick lullabies where the sounds of your voice feels like something I will learn to miss.
Due to the sight of him, he makes me casually swim in His Ocean I would cry for his affections I would cry and cry until Our Oceans become One And every thought would be his and would be mine too.
Having a crush is like being in the Summer Rain.........
(Being (or thinking you are) madly in love with someone is normal, it creates madness, but just be aware of it, because love that you desire awaits you, you just need to be patience) Being patience is a virtue.
This poem is a sample of a longer poem I've written called Crushes Part 1 (funnily there's no part 2 yet), but this is also the prequel of Summer Rain which is part of Crushes Part 1 (if that makes sense)
Pale mist echoes silently So still... It’s this us? Because we're nothing Can the air decay? Because I want us to die Us to vanish during the night. Can the air please decay? and make my infatuation rot and let the black flies fly around me A least it would make something real Which is the thing I desire the most. Me begging on my fragile knees Please make the air decay Because living in this world of wonder is causing too much pain to bare.
-We were never a thing (we never had a chance because I killed us by having no confession and you killed me by not noticing my loving gaze)
Having a crush is like being in the Summer Rain It's hot outside and you feel no pain And the ice cream in your hand taste so good And all the innocent children are riding their bikes down your hood Laughter fills your lane And you feel so tamed The sun shines on you The sun shines on him You both smile With the silent agreement that you feel some chemisty (And that you want to make history together) No clouds But you feel a sensation of rain And a single drop appears That smile fades (maybe he didn't feel the same) But it still hot outside Back turned, he runs for shelter And you stand there in the middle of the pavement unable to move And the rain pours down on you And streams of ice cream sinks through your fingers But its still hot outside And your heart which was once filled with so much joy Is left wet even though its hot outside
One Winter's day the pain will fade and letting go of you won't be so hard so I spend most of my time paining over scars and bleeding hearts and trying to live for the art. I drown in the sight of you there's no way to look at you different shades of blue covers the inside of me with cold smoke particles glued – (to me) producing what seems to be an endless sea of clear dew. As the snow falls to the ground white nothingness fill my eyes and all the window have been opened, and everything falls upside down. The dying little flowers sprouting out of the snow has been placed in a place I use to call the sky It's not too warm or too cold I need close my mind even if it’s for a little while. You You You You running through my empty head No words or songs or judgements or thoughts just -You I need to tip a whole tin of paint over me