The world continues spin
even when all noise ends.
Skipping like a broken record,
dancing to the same tune over
over over over.....

I’ve reached the point where I start
to make sense of things. I think.

I’m trying hard at my desk
this dull June day
with its pencil-grey sky
promising rain.

But I know in the fields
the whitest wild campion
has come into flower.
And the vase that used to stand
on the bedroom mantlepiece
dropping jasmined petals
into your shoes is now filled
afresh by your careful hand.

Oh to be better at where I am
rather than where I might be.
And to think beautifully,
each and every moments’ minute.

Dear crush,

Sometimes, it's hard to find a word to tell you how much you mean to me. A lot of times, I don't say anything at all. But I hope someday, you'll understand,
"To have you, is what I live for."

Lovingly yours,
Cloud

We started this in summer

When it was warm and fresh and free,

And our skin shined gold

Because we are

The gems of our generation.

 

But you left.

 

And the seasons changed.

 

It is now winter, and my heart is freezing cold.

Our romance has turned into

Nothing more than a

Light snowfall:

Slow and steady,

But when it settles,

It leaves the ground heavy.

Hearts heavy.

And our kisses are like

The cold, bitter wind:

They can travel

The distance,

But when they reach you,

It’s no longer a gentle

Breeze to caress your face.

Rather a hard slap that brings

You to tears when it

Hits you head on.

 

And I’m hoping

 

Since the next season is spring,

That we can crush everything we were

Into the dirt.

Grind it with the heels of

Our sneakers

Until there is nothing.

Then we can use the tears

I’ll bring--

From realizing that I’d

Rather have an ocean between us

Than three measly states--

And maybe the showers

That spring will bring,

That the angels will cry for us

When they see

Their two broken soldiers

Walking away from

What they could've been,

To sprout our romance from the dirt

And pick up right where we

Left off

Just before summer starts again.

these waters are as frigid as the frozen tundra
my finger tips have gone numb and had begun to turn purple
shivering underneath the arctic ice,
I could not speak, I could not breathe,
out of control with time quickly running out
I had to make a choice

fall in love with you
or die out here in these polar conditions

for you see, I could not decide which would be more scary

but there you were only a few feet away reaching for me

no matter how many times I had thrown myself in harms way, you were always there to help me pick up the pieces and put the puzzle back together

if I take your hand, I give you the opportunity to **** me way worse than these frozen waters could

I could float right here in this very spot,
until my heart stopped
knocked unconscious and dream of you, paint a beautiful picture of us inside my eyelids

or I could take your hand and live in reality

I couldn't feel you until I was out of the water, and wrapped in a hug,

in your arms I felt your warmth surround me as if our auras had blended together to create a double rainbow of chakras perfectly aligned

in your embrace I was confident I had made the right choice
nestled closely underneath your chin, I managed to crack and smile with my blue-gray lips

I would be fine, as long as I had you

*don't wade in the frozen waters, go on and take their hand

the saccharine girl
silent nights
keyboard taps
echoed laughter
the gravel boy

I didn't think about where his hands were, or about how they shouldn’t be where they were. I wasn’t thinking of the time and the fact that my curfew was ticking closer and closer. I wasn’t thinking about how this boy’s backseat was so uncomfortable compared to yours.
All I was thinking of, while his hands explored and time was ticking, was how you’re with her.
And that was all it took.