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gleck Feb 2016
She remembered my name.

Second time I heard it from her it was a whisper.

After we got to know each other it was a quiet mumble.


As we grew closer it had made it's home between her always freshly kissed lips.

Years had passed before it was replaced by a simple  "I do "

But big days pass and it came back, a fond sound to my ears.


It brought a new start, yet also an unexpected end.

Like a disc stuck on repeat it became a shout.


Broken it was like the speaker itself.

Turning into a rare sound.

No longer uttered with a hidden meaning.

But big days pass and it left, now a rare thing to hear.

Until it got forgotten.
  Feb 2016 gleck
b r e n
You used to tell me that I spoke beautifully
but maybe it was just the words that I wrote down at 4am
because those 4am nights were seemingly becoming a thing
and I needed time to process you
and do all I could to put you on paper
so I said that you fit me nicely.
But since then I haven't heard from you much
and it seems that you've taken my beautiful words
and turned them into the ground and planted yourself a future
and you've given yourself hope that maybe you'll hold something beautiful someday.
But rainy days pass
and you've hidden your sun away
and I'm starting to think that I might not be a part of your beautiful future
so I won't suffocate you with the words you've stolen from my tongue
cause I can still taste them on my lips
inches from where yours used to be when you told me
you'd stay forever.

*spinningheads-andmessybeds
gleck Feb 2016
''
Sand and stones between my bones.
Today the sun never shone.
Look how beautiful I am.

Chop, chop, chopped wood in the fireplace.
Don't get too close if you want to keep your face.
Be careful not to burn yourself.

It gives a certain warmth
And brings a certain want.
I would, yet I can't enjoy it by myself.

Royal blue like the winter hue.
My skin is merely bruised.
Can you still see how many times I've been hurt?

That winter depression.
Makes me want you as my new obsession.
Come in even if it's colder than outside.

Melt, melt me, I'm a letdown.
Having a meltdown.
I am melting under your fiery touch.

Snow flakes the skin.
I am in for a win.
What a special snowflake I am, wouldn't you say?

My heart is surrounded by splinters,
It shouldn't, yet it get's me through the winter.
Between my arms it's chiller, why don't you come hither?

Take a bite of me with your ice chipped teeth.
Swallow me up like a leech.
Red blood gauges from my blue veins.

Guess I'm not that royal anyway.
Hide it before you can complain.
-
Too late.
You already know the taste.
"
  Feb 2016 gleck
Marshall CB Hiatt
A warmth passed through photons
From thousands of miles away,
A warmth passed through my heart
From connections to my brain,

You give me that same warmth
As the Sun gives in full brightness,
And so I hope you'll forgive me
When I express my blindness,

There's more to me than seems
To meet your eyes my gorgeous friend,
I long for you to truly see what
I can bring to lend,

A steady hand, a steady heart,
A faithful pair of eyes,
I wish most that you consider
That none of this is lies

Changing beyond belief
My faith, my heart and my desires
Like some inch worm with too much food
I metamorphosize

Into a better man I grow
With every breath I take,
I wish to express to you "Love",
In my lungs I build strength

To take the steps I need to take
And fight what holds me back,
I need to fight any callings and
Stay on the right track,

I can do it if I have the support
I need, okay?
So please, for now, give me the leeway to find my own way.

I'm not a missionary though
I know I'm a good guy,
And it is this very thought which keeps
Me awake at night,

I hope and know I'm good enough,
To at least attempt your presence,
So feel no fear when we speak please
if you are feeling hesitant,

I'll do my best to not scare you
And rush this large decision,
And if you say "No," that's okay,
No hurt will come from fission

So take your time and when you feel
A choice is at a close,
Let me hear what you have to say
Because
*Who really knows.
gleck Jan 2016
People say that growth is a lifelong journey.
Talk about the scheduled trip like it's to the most holy place.

I can leave I had a talk with my attorney.
I have packed my bags and I'm ready for the new taste.

Where is this fantastic place called the future?

— The End —