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I remember that night,
we were laying on our backs,
next to each other
on my flowery bed.

I could barely feel my heart,
for it was racing so fast,
yet its beatings was still drowned,
by the quiver of yours.

I could feel the moon shining,
bathing us in its glow,
for it was the only light,
that filled the whole room.

Your fingers stroked my hair,
moving delicately through each strain,
until you brought your nose
closer to mine.

So I shut my mind,
and tried not to smile
as I closed my eyes,
And jumped into your lust.

And I remember that night,
we were sitting face to face,
trying to talk about
how things fall apart.

I could feel my lips trembling,
and my eyes burning,
when no one set them on fire,
except for my tears.

I could feel the scent of your lust,
unwrapping itself,
against my body,
now that you found love.

So I shut my mind,
and tried not to cry
as I closed my eyes,
And ran.
Jakarta, December 2012
In the middle of the night
I am wide awake
Craving you
Wanting your love
Needing your love
I've been counting the days since you've been gone
My mind bubbling over with frantic thoughts
An itching under my skin I can't scratch
Sometimes the world seems to disappear
And I'll see you standing right in front of me
But then just as fast you are gone
Then I find myself in a completely different world again
Lying on the floor unable to pull myself up
Or even remember exactly where I am

                       Just one more touch....

                                                     ­                   Thats all I need...
 Apr 2015 Christopher Lowe
Tea
and perhaps some mistakes
demand to be made,
who even knows what's
the reasoning behind it all
~
all i know is -
no matter how wrong
you may be for me -
i'm sure that you will be
*my favorite regret
I am incapable of explaining you
to anyone
 Apr 2015 Christopher Lowe
Chris
When it is raining outside
is the sun sad too?
what is a human
but the chemicals
that make him up
or the thoughts
in his brain or the tiny
little wrinkles
on his palms or even
the warm, red blood
cells that persistently
pump through his
body even though
he wants them
to run
cold.

what is a human
but the anxiety
and worries that
define his every
waking moment
and encapsulate him
in a fear-driven
rage and throw him
into a pit of sadness
and anger until
his humanity is
gone.

what is a human
but the tears
streaming down
his face when he
lays his head on
his pillow at night
and wishes that
he wouldn't have
to lift it up in the
morning and that
instead of a bed, he
would wake up in a
coffin.
all who would live may do so freely

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          /\     /\



                                        all the others ?

May you die in peace

••

and god looked down and saw

The ******* lovers and their ******* love

And was amazed !

//

He thought of doing the FLOOD thing again

But then .....(?)

WHY BOTHER ?

THEY ' LL ALL BE DEAD SOON ANYWAY

//
//


and a soft song

Ringing thru the meadows

And a true boy

Comin from the hills

//

There was a fresh breeze

A power sweetly growin

There was a free breath

Yielding a free will

••

Your light shines !

So good to have you near me

Your arms hold

Every single One

//

We are now here

With heart and soul united

and from the tyranny

We are returning HOME

/::/

a free song

Heed it if ya wanna

If not ?

Just go your way alone
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