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She is beautiful.
But not that kind of beautiful where it's just looks.
No, it's not just the way her face is and the light on her skin that glimmers in the sun.
Her hair is soft and fluffy.
Her sent is inviting, the sweet smell of enchanted fruit.
The way she laughs.
Her bright white smile.
Even when she makes the weirdest faces ever to be seen but is still beautiful.
She is very smart and knows what to do in situations, that you cant handle.
She seems like the prefect person to ever walk the earth.
But everybody has their flaws.
She draws you in.
You think you have a chance.
But she uses you to get what ever she wants.
Then just leaves you and never be seen again.
She is like a vampire that will slow dance with you and at the end of the dance they will do the finally dip
And sink their teeth in your neck and leave you cold and dead on the floor.
I'm ready for the glimpse of the emptiness that is your Heart .
How you say what you think , and see how it kept you afloat In your days .
Pretending that your don't have a soul , shoving anything that crawls out of your heart for the love , lust, hope that you so deserve.
Wondering who can make you fill that emptiness for sympathy, of a lost lover with his heart sowed shut .
So much for yourself , thinking of woman who leave you in the night with out a trace .
Why is it so wrong to lift your hand to mine to show you all the things that make you special ?
How unfair it is that you can't find the you , I wish you see .  
I can help you find the enchanted fruit that can heel the wounds you keep making to your self .
I found it once who can't say I can't help you find your enchanted fruit ?
I'm choking on the hot air
I see the sadness in his eyes
He isn't staying ...
He is leaving the look says it all, I take his hand and give a smile saying I understand .
One last Stare In his eyes,
I turn my back walk away .
Hold my breath , I don't want him to hear my cry of a broke heart.
For there I left the person who took my heart .
I stare in the sky hoping I can heal  this broken heart
The souls of those ones who have loved but lost float with me in the valley of lost dreams
I remember when he would take my hand , it would send chills up my spine .
When he hold me close for the kiss I will never forget .
I trusted him like no one ever before.
You might not see it but my heart is heavy with the tears that flow down my face.
I stare in the sky hoping I can heel this broken heart
The souls of those ones who haves loved but lost , float in the valley of lost dreams.
I am left blank , not knowing what to do next.
I have all these moments we have together imprint in my head.
My heart is broken but i know it will heel , but you have left the scar that will be ever reviled .
I can never say, write, words to tell what my heart so desires to preach to your ears that filled with thoughts about us.
Every night I've spent hours listening To music on blast that might make me deaf but I listen I think about the times,
I've kissed passion on your lips, scratch love in your eyes , ******* secrets in your ears , held happiness  with in your hands, stapled memories in your mind.
But ever time I visited you in my dreams i know it's not reality , and sadly it will never be. You can't see though my eyes, as I can't see though your eyes.
We each had our own vision of our future. But the lack of belief to ourself and each other . Our brain made our hearts  believe that  we need to loose or love each other.
We are young and don't believe in our selfs ,but want someone to believe in them , and with that we seek love and Hang on to that with all of our strength, until we become weak and slip , and regret that we ever let go.
I hope and believe that I visit you in your dreams as you did while I dreamt.
Why don't you come and sit with me for a little while ?
We can talk about your day .
Put all your past in a jar.
You can be my mind eraser.
It can be a good old time.
If you can be mine ?
You can paint me like Mona Lisa.
I'll sit all pretty.
You paint while I look in your eyes, with a crave so deep.
I all ready know where this will go.  We can be mysterious.
Creeping around In the night.
Your so priceless.
The way you cradle me is like a consummate perfectionist.
We're the greatest master piece of all time.
I can tell that this the only the beginning of my problems.
But you can still paint me like Mona Lisa.
And we can be the greatest master piece of all time.
Only if you are mine.
Everybody and everything has a shadow.
You live with that shadow for your whole life.  
You can Change the form of it but it's still there.
It can never be banished.
You can be afraid of the shadow
Hiding and sneaking around it, never looking at the shadow, but you know it's there watching your every move.
Some people choose to live in that shadow and let it live their life, not knowing what to do with them selfs.
Many embrace the their shadow, never letting it pull them down and be ashamed, they are proud to stand up and live.
What you do with your shadow is up to you , but never let it pull and **** you into a world that is full if doubt and sorrow.
Embrace it and show that you are more then a shadow hiding and  lurking around of those who live and love not caring what the shadow sees...
I'm feeling hot in my cheeks.
As your fingers run down my arm.
Pulling me in .
My heart flutters.
You pull me in close , holding me tight.
Your hot breath is breathing on my face.
As you inch closer.
I'm saying "Baby I'm in love."
As you stand still staring at my eyes I start to cry.
You have so much soul .
Your eyes scream I care.
Your hands tell me you will always hold me .
Your heart tells me I will never be alone .
As we embrace each other the sun rises.
Frozen locking eyes.
Turning seeing the world
We run for a world outside ours
At the gate of heaven and hell.
We have to choose.
Heaven :where the angles sing
Hell: where the party is .
I know we can't be in either .
I turn to the horizon and see mid day
I take your hand.
We run for the forest.
Slowly we collapse to the ground covered form blood.
From the roses bushes.
From the sprits clawing tell us to come home.
Embracing, drenched in blood we die in each other's arm.
When our hearts stop beating the earth took our souls and gave them to rivers , sky's , plants , animals .
The roots cover us as the grass becomes a rich green blanket covering us .
To this day we run In the forest living, breathing.
Our souls stay wild , and free.
Have you ever seen the rain ?
Like You just sit there staring at the rain falling from the gloomy sky.
Shortly after a loud boom makes your window shake and your heart jumps, scared by the power of the thunder.
But you continue to watch it pour.  
Thinking.
Something about the rain is just relaxing and puts your mind at easy as every drop falls from the heavens.
Bright flash makes the sky bright for a Brief second then vanishes.
Now all three clashed together making the night entertaining.
You don't know when the next sound of thunder will be , and where the next lighting strike will be.
It's like your on the edge of your seat, waiting for the killer make his next move.
The clouds are raging on, sending death threats to one another , each time getting louder.
People crying for the ones they lost but knew they couldn't stay , as they might be next.
They pick them selves up with every bit of strength they have .
They tried to protect you from the harm that has fallen upon you but fail.
They run for miles , trying not to look back , only focusing on where their feet land on the earth.
They run until their souls bear no more , falling to the ground weeping.
They are puzzled on how they let you go , how this happened.
They blame their selves for your falling , but have to keep those they love afloat.
They tell you all you want to hear , only they know the truth and can't bear it.  
Hoping it won't follow for their life on this plant.
But then they wake up , realizing that even sleeping can  not escape the horrible feeling of the never ending pain.
My aunt lost her daughter to overdosing . As I thought , I wondered how my aunt felt on the loss , this is a poem of the mothers lost and how it effects them.
I just want to drown in my tears hoping that I won't make it to the surface .
For there the air will be to heavy to breath . I've been push off the cliff in to the depths of the ocean .
The water is nice and cool .the light reflects off the water , dancing and prancing around happily .
You reach to grab it but it just slips though your hand. Suddenly the air from your lungs has pulled out by the salt water . You swim for the surface , but you fight to keep down.
You black out, you aren't fighting no more, just left in the dark
You are dead .
Fire light
It lights up the night in the moutains sky
It keeps me safe , but it's all just a flame
Flickering orange and yellow.
We all just sit around the fire listening to the cracks and pops of the wood being burned into ash.
It's a soothing sound really.
And it is all just a fire light
It keeps the night bright
We talk , and laugh around it.
I can just make out a smile upon your lips.
None of us say a word but our minds are at ease watching the flames dance.
They tell a story but we don't understand.
We just think that's a fire light
In the night
The flames slowly diminish In our sight,
Once the light is out we all just sit in the dark night
Think what a beautiful fire light.

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