a kiss blended in warm linen
of delicate Texas breeze
and star-skied lemonade
in them reside
permit my entrance,
let me ravage your insides
of emotion, passion and feeling
I'd take you to the moon
just to show you the world.
Under the night sky. Inspired to the sound of "I want You" by Bob Dylan.
Dreams are like the space between atoms
The spark of consciousness just before dawn
They are exist between realities
We forget their meaning so easily
They are the most important of all
When without the spaces in-between
there would be nothing to observe
The true meaning of the divine
thought that flows through time
Dreams speak the truth from the soul
But memories make mistakes
In that moment before you awake
The magic draw of a sunrise
A simple music note
The brush of skin on silk
The poems that you wrote
All memories or dreams of you
How easily you have left my life
But you will not leave my dreams
Feed me your mouth,
so I can satisfy my desires
with the taste of our destiny.
I long for the rush,
from our lips, when they touch.
symbols of each other,
signaling one another,
our body language,
Lost in forever,
the moment consumed,
Touches her, touches him
Hold hands, I can hear me scream
Take away what was mine
Trouble seems to be on time
between light and darkness
I stretch like a shadow
Hoping it will hurt less
When I find he's hollow
Possibilities turn to insecurities
Beating hearts go wild
As words become oathes
And fierce fires burn mild
You can say anything.
talk about the trees. and the butterflies and how love feels
or some ****
But to be a good poet
you have to practice, think about what sounds better
learn the long words
or the advancement of gramar
bend the rules after you've learned them.
and take pride in the fact that I AM A POET
print business cards or some ****
buy a leather jacket and always carry a writing book.
tell lovers pretty things that weave you in mystery
to be a GREAT POET
just write the truth
and tear the world apart
Today is about missing you.
Yesterday was about myself,
and Tomorrow it will be my turn
But no one can replace you
on my calendar of absentminded thoughts
because if the day after Tomorrow
you said you would leave the one
you're tied to,
I would knit you a sweater from the knots
you entwined in my heart.
It will be winter when you leave her,
but I will be building a fire -
and for the days after that Tomorrow,
I'll like you in that sweater
but I'd love keep you warm.
We have a future built inside my mind that has been carved into nothing more than a fading history that will never be taught.
my life is better
than a dream,
I no longer
need to depend on
sleep to save