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 Nov 2016
Traveler
As for the aesthetics of religion

Even though I don't believe

If it's beautiful, I will listen...
Traveler Tim
 Oct 2015
S Smoothie
(Scribblenaughts and swoon theories) (c)

The stars part
The comets hail our victory over the death of love
Galaxies cartwheel
The fanfares of supernovas herald our impending union
Finally after tracing each trail of ether humming your frequency,
Looking under and over every last hope
Twisting into one dimension after the next
To feel this indefinable moment of chasing so close now,
Through everlasting travels to find eacother over uncountable millenia,  
Infinite universes with nothing but a burning desire to find you
Tracing the whispers left as webs  crossing the universe
Drawing the constellations marking our tribulations,
And declarations of love with glittered lines
As signs to bring you closer,
As answers to your own markings
To show you where I've been,
Where i'm going,
Like notes in the sand.
Only the lines got crossed and the countless glyphs so many
In desperation became scribblenaughts
And my desperate hope to find you an endless exercise in swoon theories;
All leading to this one true moment when I hold you in my gaze
Will you remember me for what the whole universe is now
Ablaze?

I'm here,
I'm on your frequency,
In your atmosphere
Love,
Please say you remember me?
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 Oct 2015
Frostley
As I make my way into her room
The machine sounding showing her vital signs
I get to see her one last time
The tears run down my face knowing her doom
She reached stage four of this ****** up world
Little time left between
Grace and peace took her place
She lay limp and gone
And all I can hear is the screaming of death
 Oct 2015
S Smoothie
If I could
tear him out
of my heart
and make this ok
I would
But I'm haunted
by the ghost of him
everywhere I go.
Never spending a minute
alone without the breeze
carrying a love note from him
and such a soul have I,
It cannot bare not to
respond in kind,
and so our love notes
float upon the wind
I breathe in deeply
such a comforting joy
and when the rain falls
And the wind wraps
its forceful hug around me
the scence of longing still lingers
An aching touch passed through
Rushing winds of desire,
Urgent and warm
or the winds
of a raging storm
passionate and avid
or as tender and loving
As a light caress.

A wistful brush of the cheek.

I sit intently, compelled to feel
your love notes on my skin
In some way I know
our love upon the wind
will lighten and warm our hearts
and thus I send my soul
to dance with you
my dearest ghost of love
on our ever loving winds.
 Oct 2015
S Smoothie
It was  a fraction of a flicker,
Though  it seemed so drawn out
passing through each other's spiritual planes
It all rushed through me,
An instant in forever
like time didn't mean a ****
And none of the writhing pain remembered,
until well and truly sobered,
And not in any depth,
even now in this forced reflection
Writing this useless scrawl
seeking a justification
for our concrete separation.

No luck.

The universe won't answer

The Sands of Time
keep slipping through
the glass walls that dive us.

Only the deepest sleep
brings the opportunity
To skip amongst the stars
cast away the game of hide and seek,
To play joyfully our celestial kiss chasey,
To catch each other in our arms,
Where the empty spaces of youare filled
And meld into a complete
Alchemic etherial union.


But like sleep,
astral dreams must end.
The light of reality
breaks through the window,
And I know every degree of separation
Our crueltly is the highest true sacrifice of our kind
The highest love requires the highest trust
And belief that nothing else matters
But the ethereal elevation
of every version of existence,

The karmic heart lessons must be learned
The test must be endured

I've drawn out every awakening
I've walked around in circles waiting for you
Every chance I slip,
Every time I see you again
With these earthly eyes
Feel your presence with this grounded soul,
I don't want to come home
But it's all in vain
I'm ready to leave this test,
I have to go;
The stars are calling,
hurry dearest  love,
I dont want to go
Please,
don't make me goto another plane
without you.
This is an excerpt from my book and is copyrighted
Scribblenaughts and Swoon Theories / Wound Theories
 Oct 2015
S Smoothie
******* and your lovely ghost of love
Haunting me just when I ******* learnt to let go
I ******* ache for your presence
That low **** thrum of your voice
That devil may care loving in your eyes
That ghostly touch of unwilling passion
Burning through my defences
The warmth of your war
Invading my senses
We were only ever meant for hurting
Striking each other with painful blows
I wish you never told me that senseless ******* word
Wish you never meant it at all
I wish you never tore me to shreds
Wish you never made me whole
Locked me up in your heart,
And we never even kissed
Will it ever ******* end?
The thrill of you?
I'm so ******* lost with out you
My dearest lovely ****
 Oct 2015
S Smoothie
I'm flicked over,
Stressed and confused
I've thrown it up to the Lord
But I have yet to hear news
Painful chest clenching heart wrenching wait
Will they show the value of faith?
Did I believe in the wrong people?
How dire the results if it's true
That all that love and patience
Was wasted on every one of you.


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If you're looking for me
I'll just be here huddled in the corner,
fighting with whatever I can
Waiting for God.
 Jul 2015
S Smoothie
It seems
you've managed to gouge out
another chunk of my heart
...
took your time
to make me feel it,
every bit of it
...
Wormed those fingers of pain
right in
...
down to nauciously scraped
nerves
...
dug in so deep
must've been so ******
to find it was hollow?
...
Oh sweety,
with your forhead
planted in your palms
You look so lost?
Didn't think of the cost?
did you?
...
Oh,
how well
in our misery we soak
one day king of hearts;
next day broke!
...
you didn't think
id let it go
so easily did you?
...
I have a habit
of scaping the mess
under my nails
...
love is such a
gruesomely pretty colour
...
Cheer up!
...
I feel so much better!
...
now that I've taken
a good chunk
of yours.
 Jul 2015
S Smoothie
...

Life,
is gouging out holes in me
I dont know how to fill

...

Cavenous expanses,
where life force used to rage

...

each piece of me carved away
by the hands of time
at the whim of fate.

...

I claw on
more determined
to live the life I want
with the things I no longer need
tied behind me
where sentiment flails

...

weighted down
by a useless comfort
steming from a need
in some obscure part of me
I hardly recognise

...

while still,
daring to dream
the possibility
of discovering
the meaning
of my existence
or life,
or even.
the enigma of love
in the conumdrum living
Or perhaps,
so desperately
the unsolvable longing
in my soul.

...

Something

...

And Still.

no closer,

I discover;

more

holes

...

— The End —