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With the faces people make
They so often give away
What is deep inside their hearts
Faces showing who they are

You can read them like a book
With the way their faces look
Most often times it fits the crime
To what is churning in their minds

Face it, this is what we have
I'll face you, you face me back
With all of that being said
We'll one day face the consequence
Lend me your eyes.
So I could fill them
with the bursting stars.
Telling tales of the spellbinding universe,
singing songs of exploding suns...
and of splintering quasars.

Lend me your thoughts.
So that if I may,
write of them.
Fantastical scribbles of love
and praise.
Meticulously lined
and carefully stitched...
with immaculate lace at the hems.

Lend me your breaths.
I'd catch them as they fall...
between the words you would say.
Merging mine with yours...
introducing colour...
and vigour
to my monochromatic world of
black, white and grey.

Lend me your heartbeats...
for mine thumps erratic.
As if beating in silent mock.
I depend on the steadiness in yours.
So they could usurp
the ticks of worldly clocks.

Lend me your hands.
Palms up as a sign,
perhaps as an invitation...
for me to take them.
And maybe...
hopefully fill them...
with mine...
A strip of barren land
Stark, forbidding
But I sat there and watched a flower grow
Bringing a bright splash of colour
To this dead land
Bringing a bright splash of hope
To a world sinking into the darkness
You try to say what’s on your mind
You try to reflect to them their fine lines
But they don’t want to hear it
They don’t hear what your hearts trying to say
They just hear what they think the mirror portrays
There's just so much beauty there and you want them to know it
But all they want to do is bash themselves and retort it
The kind hearted guy seems to never win
Even though all they do is put their heart and thoughts out on a limb
She says “ew no”, but in your head you just shake your head and digress
Because she’ll never fully understand the way you see her
And its just too risky for you to fully confess
All you feel from them is the vibe of the depressed
And you wish you knew why because your feelings for them are more than could ever be expressed
I don't know what is worse:
Happy moments that can't be experienced again, or
The tragic memories we can't forget.
jdh
i want to hold you until all the hurt fades from your chest
i want to kiss you until there is only love in your eyes
i want the world to stop for a moment and take in the way
you turn your head to the side when you
think you smile too big. i want the sun to shine
on all the days you wake up thinking you won't make it
because i want you to know that the sun shines
on all the days you tell me you love me
and on all the days you say that i am yours
as if there are rose petals balanced on your tongue and
you do not want to hurt them
i want the wind to brush your cheek the same way
your hand cradles my face when we kiss
as if love was a garden that sprouted from palms and fingertips
and the only way we could offer it was touch
i want the sky to paint the pictures that were
in my mind the very first time we kissed
and the first time you told me you loved me
so that the colors can calm your heart
when it races and you don't know why
i want the worst storm God has ever seen ****** upon us in the dead of night
so when you come to comfort me and bring the morning with you
all will be still and bright and warm again
and the world will know the peace you bring to me.

-*k.c.
I sat there, amongst the oak trees
as breeze tickled my face and cheeks
danced around me like a girl in her teens
sun rays played pickaboo behind the leaves
my eyes bared their childish tease
i was alone, the last man on earth
as if i could hold the girth of life
like i was holding my knees in my arms
everything was there while nothing was there
was it a dream? i'm not aware
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