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Dencio Dec 2017
Always on your feet, floating through seas of people and over the hustling and bustling streets. I was thought at an early age that you don't need to rush love it will come eventually, they never said it would stay

I've been conditioned that love is something worth waiting for, its something magical that when it happens it will just take your breathe away and leave you speechless. I would have never imagined that it would hit me like a train leaving me breatheless and vanish like smoke rendering me speechless.

A millennials love is something rare, Everything is on the fast lane there's never a pause or a dull moment to think what the next move is. I have never really fallen for a gir I've gone out with before because I never had the time to really get to know them, As fast as I could make the word come out of my mouth they were even faster at getting up and leaving me

I've been sorrounded by vultures waiting to feed on the carcases of my dead realationship. Gazing upong my body looking for the scraps of meat I yet to hold.

Oh what perfect timing, Just as I was falling down you picked me up. You leveled mountain ranges, tamed raging seas and calm stormy skies.

A love you rare, so simple and yet so meaningful, A love of its most simplest and purest form.
Dencio Nov 2017
That night felt like a dream
you felt like a dream
I was between you and the dock
and you were between me and the stars
and that was all I could see
you and the shimmer of the cosmos
and it was a wonder how little of it all mattered
the night was all beauty and wonder our bodies
pressing the dregs of summer
the sky swam in water with us
when we slipped out our clothes
and into the endless that was
the river swalling us whole
all perfect and pure
no questions just free people floating
and we weren't in love
but there was love breathing in our lungs
and in the waves they licked the shore
and in your mouth on mine
love for the moment
love for the act of being alive
Dencio Nov 2017
Those who love you are not fooled by mistakes you have made, or by dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly; your wholeness when you are broken; your innocence when you feel guilty; and your purpose when you are confused. They will not falter in telling that you are special.
Dencio Oct 2017
I used to fantasize about the existence of a never ending hole

Huge and full of nothing but darkness, wind and freedom big enough to jumo into and fall forever

For so long I forgot that anything can touch me

So long as I forget that anythig exist outside of the air licking me

And If i felt lost I fantisized company

Someone to do backflips with and laugh

Silent cause the air grabbed the sound and held it

If I didnt I was happy

I was a child and it was all I dreamt about

endless wind and air and dark and abandon

I am no longer a child

I wish freefalls would consume my dreams

Just one more week.
Dencio Aug 2017
The bitter sweet after taste of you lips was etched onto mine. I am missing the warmth of your presence. The touch of your hand at the small of my back pushing me forward to better myself. Where did those feelings go? They just suddenly disappeared like rain drops hitting the pavement, straight and fast. In just a blink of an eye everything changed. You were just like a gentle breeze on a hot summer day that passed me by so refreshing that it had me wanting for more. That first sip of cold iced tea in middle of the afternoon. That instant moment of happines. But nothing last in this day and age. You just get to simply enjoy it why you still can. Holding onto something gripping onto it so tightly that your hands start to bleed and then asking your self..Was it worth it? Was it worth the blood you spilled? The time you invested ? The memories you stored? Maybe...
still alive
Dencio Aug 2016
True intimacy makes your essence trembleā€¦ it is brought on by a connection that surpasses physical attraction. An interlocking of two souls morphed into one being.
Dencio Aug 2016
Leaving the illuminated town behind.
I wander aimlessly through the endless wasteland.
There are neither tracks nor sign I can follow,
nothing but the spreading night.
Feeding on my unswerving spirit,
I continue my journey into the darkness
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