I want to know the love;
The love that feels.
Holds you in it's depths-
Don't think, experience the way our skin meets.
Your eyes hold the world in their glossy expanse
I wish the feelings inside me would be more easily expressed.
Your arms carry my dreams in them,
You take away the pain with a touch of your whispering fingertips.
These close moments hold the depth of my soul in relation to yours.
These words I write are the life I need to stop the pain now...
In the day I fear little; in the night I fear your god-
The power he holds over you.
Homesick for your missing hands,
The thoughts leave my mind in slumber.
The pure white blankness of my dreams-
Dreams aren't always blank.
To hope never to die with a scream on my lips, but beneath the weight of your love is all I can ask.
Dear, release me from this coma of passionlessness.
Watch me til you're gone
The soft little words you've left will be my life vest;
The perfect acceptance to believe your sweet heart and it's devotion, my buoy above the water's dark depths.
Moments with my hands in your hair; your hips on mine, are the only ones that I feel the pleasure of purity.

Isn't that ironic?

Drink a toast to the dreams that got lost.

Sat in a world of  the single minded.
The location of shattered dreams lost.

No longer whispering.
Ghosts of long gone dreams.

They wail.
They scream as banshees of doom.

Predicting solitary misery.

Not destitute,
Quite happy really,

Hell maybe, I am,
I am not.

The music plays and I drown in it.
Swallowing it, hook line and sinker.

This funny woman,
A deep thinker.

An amusing muser.
Somewhat bemused.

She lives on the planet of miserable cow.

The couple next door.
Sharing a lunch,

One between two.
In oblivious dreams of true romance.

New romantics perhaps.
As lucky sods and demi-gods,

They sat and munched their lunch.

Me,
The she,

Listens to the music, listless.
In a place where no-one can dance.

Tapping my foot in time.
Yes, my friend.
I said in time

And the music strokes the air.
The music gets stuck in my auburn hair.

Soul to soul,
She is bare,
Unwrapped.

My coffee went cold.
Should I maybe be so bold.

To stay and listen to more.
And the music became more.

So much more.

My inspiration on this glorious day.
Passion in full view.

C'est la vie.
(And Alaric ,my friend).

May the devil enjoy my play on words,
Such injustice be kindly greeted.

Would prefer to tickle angels, with my words instead.

Sooner meet the Lord of Love,
When I end up dead!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

The world is full of bears and rabbits.
Migrating in caves and starting bad habbits.
If one should eat the others flesh,
would they take on another distress?
For when you crawl inside a stranger's skin
the world seems more or less in sin.
And though your heart may seem more pure
don't make the assumption,
"I'm here to cure."...

The ******* beings in the shade
can't understand why leaves can fade
and whsipering children in the sun
are puzzled by why shadows run.
Look to the west, look to the east,
there waits a grand and splendid feast.
Gaze to the north,
gaze to the south
and let the silence fill your mouth.
We all are children of the green
whose faces will remain unseen.
So try to see a different view
besides what settles just for you.

I was brought into this world for a purpose
To conquer my ambitions and my dreams
It all started oh so simple , but when I entered high school all of that did not matter

The were three types of groups in this hell hole
Nerds ,Stoners , and popular teens
Obviously I had to choose and I only hoped being a stoner could boost up my reputation
Instead of receiving education ,I was busy inhaling the holy plantation

Look where I ended up , my report card is an embarrassing piece of paper that ever came up my eyes

What can I say,
I love the attention of temptation.
because I am the one holding the apple
granting the answers you seek.

Because I am curious to what bodies feel like
especially my own, made new by new hands.

This poison goes down with the sweetest burn,
hot and heavy, slowly dissolving
its always in the eyes.

And the drugs never work, quite the way you want them too.
With a numb throat I hold my words for ransom

We never quite reach out toward each other,
and never know why. There is only glimpses and smiles, and hearts quickening for a brief longing
that lasts til dawn
like spell, or perhaps a curse.

But we aren't in a fairy tail
and I'm too busy chasing my dreams
and befriending my nightmares,
to chase you.

Tic-Tok sweety
I'm running with the wind.

I have been eating flowers recently and hoping that one day I will be able to restart the garden in my heart that you tore apart. The light will shine again and roses will bloom to the steady staccato beat of my pulse, daisies and sunflowers rising up from the ground to create their own sunrise. Pale pink buds of tulips and bright blue violets will paint my veins with vivid life, the world beautiful again, the air fresher, my heart better.

The more I consume, the less there is of you and more of nature; earth taking over to heal the hurt in my soul. I tell myself this will work, it will succeed eventually; but inside the core of everything there is the pin ***** of reality that leads me back to the truth.

-

For despite everything, I still love you.

First, last, always.

(A.H.Z)