DNL W: Favorites

Dec 2014 DNL W

Opposites

Dec 2014 DNL W

ryn

Whitest of white against the darkest of black
Tossed around in the biggest of waves; I'm but a tiny speck

Prominent like the moon out on a sunlit sky
Attempting to live again after every night I die

Time slips by... The days have come and then gone
Drawing the curtains of dusk; to unveil the arrival of dawn

To everything else we should be indifferent because for each other we truly care
At opposites we stand for I am here while you are there...

#opposites #antonyms

Dec 2014 DNL W

Evening Star

Dec 2014 DNL W

Edgar Allan Poe

Evening Star

’Twas noontide of summer,
  And midtime of night,
And stars, in their orbits,
  Shone pale, through the light
Of the brighter, cold moon.
  ’Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
  Her beam on the waves.

  I gazed awhile
  On her cold smile;
Too cold—too cold for me—
  There passed, as a shroud,
  A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
  Proud Evening Star,
  In thy glory afar
And dearer thy beam shall be;
  For joy to my heart
  Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
  And more I admire
  Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.

Dec 2014 DNL W

with you

Dec 2014 DNL W

-Ben-

with you

i want to be with you
whether it is loud
or in silence
i want to be with you
in the evening, in the morning
and in between times

i want to be with you
whether evidently
or in between lines
i want to be with you
to speak, to think
to cry, to laugh, to live

i want to be with you
no matter if it rains
or the sun is shining
i want to be with you
whether sitting, standing
or lying

i want to be with you
and experience much
taking and giving a lot
i want to be with you
in all times, in all places
for every reason

#love #life #together #between

Dec 2014 DNL W

Gentleman

Dec 2014 DNL W

Spencer Dennison

Gentleman

A gentleman is not brutal,
but he will prove all vendettas futile.
He is not immune to bullet, fist or blade
but any insult raised against him
will be met with a blockade.
He is stoic, but still smiles,
cracking his face open without reserve
for a friend, to calm, to a foe, to unnerve.
A gentleman dresses his best,
whether it Vans and sweater, or tie and vest.
No-one is beneath his attention
he gifts compliments quite often,
but when a man puts a hand on him,
that man goes home in a coffin.

No matter his orientation,
he respects every inclination,
He holds the door
the same way he strikes true,
every time.
He knows his weapon well,
but in blood, he doesn't buy nor sell.
He knows the time to fight
but of violence, he makes no light.
He respects every man,
every woman,
every child...
But,
if his family is ever hurt
and this one renders apologies inert
then they shall receive only
a box and a white shirt.

#love #happy #funny #kindness #gentleman #gentlemen

Dec 2014 DNL W

In my opinion (series)

Dec 2014 DNL W

Ember Evanescent

In my opinion (series)

Being comfortable enough in your relationship with a girl to tease her (playfully I mean) means you have a better relationship than you would if you were comfortable showering her in compliments.

I personally find guys who tease me jokingly more attractive than the type who just tell me I'm pretty constantly. ;P Maybe that's just me, but it's cute. Plus it just feels more flirty to me, I guess. Idk.

This is the second post of this series I made. Expect more. :P

#inmyopinion

Aug 2012 DNL W

China Cabinet

Aug 2012 DNL W

Candide Bailey

China Cabinet

She wanders.

To herself,
Imagines a cup
On a shelf
Behind a
Wall of glass
Not made to penetrate

She holds

An empty hand
Held out to help him stand
But first he tips
The cup to his lips
Then chooses to let go

She lost

The path once on
Is now thick haze
The fear is not
Night but truth
In lightened days

And let go

From her place
Left empty
Right the same
The balance
Is not act
But forever to be this way

Aug 2012 DNL W

it's a freewrite

Aug 2012 DNL W

Heather Butler

it's a freewrite

for Daniel, again

It's like an image you stare at for hours,
minutes, maybe
--as you are so aware of time--
of the galaxies from Hubble

painted in blue hues or yellow subtones
as if to say, *This is your heaven,
and it's so far away.

Except it isn't.

I mean, it isn't like that at all,
because I could stare at the stars forever
and feel utterly alone,
except for the cicadas telling me

Hello, hello, we are here, remember?

It's like an image you could stare at
for hours,
a picture in a gallery
someone decided was art.

Except it is, isn't it?

I...?

&

You are off in another room
but your eyes linger here;
your laughter gathers in pools
of twine around my feet.

I can hear you echoing like
a Doppler effect in my
ears.

love...?

&

It's been a day but it's been years,
you know--years and so many
years
and for all the smiles there's still that

overwhelming fear that maybe
someday you'll be gone

and I'll be old,
or maybe a little less young,

or something...

Maybe tomorrow you won't call.

Maybe you'll never say it.

you...?

&

I don't think there's enough time
for me to---your eyes like waves--...?

And the music in my head
reaches a crescendo

when I fall asleep beside--,,

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