I believe you cared no I’m positive you did
because the way you used to look at me makes it impossible to mistake it for anything but love
the way your eyes would search me
looking as if they were trying to remember every inch to reference in
the short moments we were apart
your hands were so kind back then
every movement of them was so intentional
and a complete extension of your heart
I remember the trail you followed from my eyes to my feet
the way you breathed me in
the way you completely enveloped me
it eased every muscle every complete inch of me
you had this talent to calm me down
some impressive manner to slow time down
I was so in love...I was so completely yours
I never doubted it for a minute
I hate that I’m writing in the past tense, and I hate that I remember every move you made
because each memory that passes through my subconscious leaves a
reoccurring stinging pain
a cringe and another deep breath to try to expel any
good thoughts of you any illusion that the past is actually the present
I refuse to allow my dormant thoughts of you to reemerge
an endless process to keep you locked in a place where I can't remember
I continue to fail ...and this failure kills me
every second i can feel you gone.
I can feel this hole expanding within my chest
trying to fill the gap you left with an endless stream of comfort disguised with immorality
they last for a moment but they stop the pain
ever so slightly for one moment
a moment of relief in a my world of complacency
I love you more than I can bare
But once again I must remind myself,
those days are gone.

you make my heart flutter like the pages of a stop motion sketch pad
you make my voice stutter like a skipping cd track
th- th- that girl is my true horizon
pure perspective through the looking glass
dance stop make it fast
make it slow
make me go in in in
and out of phases like the moon
wane on wax off
stars shining and i am lost
in your constellations
in your subtle body language
i find full conversation
colorful like a diverse nation of words
and thought
bringing movement into still life paintings
you make my canvas come alive
inspire me hire me to enhance your dimensions
dynamic with multiple angles
you've got chimes in your voice
vibrating like wrist bangles
gently placed upon an angels wing
because when you speak you sing
melodies and harmonies
lullabies and symphonies
take me please to live in your music box
and ill be your ballerina dancing when you wind me up
twirling without giving up
faith in you.

you are my muse

you are the object of my poetic affection.

I'm going to turn away
and no one will stop me
you're not who I thought you were
and who are you now

If I'd seen the future
I would've changed the past
cause I thought something's
were made to last

I thought I could pretend
and you made it so easy
but now it takes everything
just to forget

I place no face in tomorrow
the road ahead is painted on the wall
And I can't figure out how you let me fall

My mind will break
and my heart will die
cause that's all that's left of you and I

Sea of Clouds

Your love came to me
Like a massive waves at sea
I tried to run and flee
But you sweep my heart away

When the day turns to night
I dreamed you’re at my side
We hold each others tight
And dance like fire outright

My love please hear my plea
Open your heart and feel
For the love I felt is real
Like a sea of clouds in hill


By. D.C.D dated 11.02.2010

Beauty is fleeting,
but chase it I will.
Still waters run deep,
but also breed ill.

And in the midst of my travels,
a young girl might weep,
for reaching the summit,
only excites what's steep.

And so I am shallow,
withered and fatigued,
crawling on all fours,
my kneecaps bleed.

Yet amongst these shades of fall,
I pray for your green,
to compliment my troubles,
oh shape shifting queen.

lift up arms
weightless and numb
to float away on clouds of smoke
as the neck drips
off the body losing one
precious head while eyes rest
within an empty shell of hair
sweet smile lost in the bed folds
to laugh at the walls
when they melt to the floor
crying tears of grandeur
here hands comb hair
tangled fingers break
curls now dotted with flesh
warm shivers run past
dry eyes
smoke picking up the pieces
putting a face together
mask
arms weightless and numb