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Horace May Feb 2014
Abstract Love it once was,
unable to grip or grasp,
only seeing false hope,
blindly fumbling, *****.

Abstract it once was,
coldness spread like I was dead,
darkness shadowed and was my shroud.
felt helpless like one behead,
till one stood proud from the
crowd.

Abstract Love it once was,
but when sight brought me toward there,
I knew I wasn't laid bare.
***** no longer had purpose in light,
hope had filled, and made me fight,
the sight of her was if
she was in flight.

Abstract it once was,
now right before me,
as clear as my sight for thee.
even if unclear to her,
she invoked peace with her stir.

Abstract Love it once was,
now concrete as if by chance,
Love lays close near my hand,
thoughts float in my mind like a dance.
What was far seems like close land.

Abstract it once was,
things seem clear once more.
like one opening a closed door.
she and he could it be?
I will never know lets wait and see.
9/29/2011
Got inspired by one of my friends for this one, thought we were sharing something mutual. Was not entirely sure.
Horace May Feb 2014
Days rush past in what is a blur.
Once all is gone, I wish I won't stir.
Nothing I feel brings me to life.
Tired my mind, sleep is my strife.

People come and sadly go.
As for you, I don't yet know.
Stay some time and I'll smile.
Somehow hoping it'll be worthwhile.

Meeting you was quietly pleasant.
Earth seems better with you present.

Bliss it would be to know you more.
You around, hope more is in store.
Feb 8, 2014
I was thinking about someone, and I really wanted to get to know her more. I want to share something with her and not let something like this pass me by.
Horace May Nov 2014
Eyes

First an interesting smile,
seemingly not to beguile.
for what i saw with two eyes,
could not see any lies.

something shifted from within,
supernovas, paper thin.
universe brought down to earth,
in the eyes of one's mirth.

Eyes can be the door to soul,
opened up we took a stroll.
silence shared for a short while,
something sacred nowhere vile.

Sight i wish to see again,
for nothing i wanted then.
Those eyes looking in to mine,
my eyes looking into thine.

Your eyes
8/6/2014
Someone I found pretty surprising to share my affections with. She seems like a
genuine person and it shows in her eyes and her smile. Cautious and closed but yet
open. A rather interesting combination in a person. For a while I thought I couldn't
share feelings with another person, its quite nice to be proven wrong.
Horace May Jan 2016
Flint

Fools play on the deep end.
Longevity may be hard to be.
Innate get togethers our trend.
Not sure if doubt filled he and she.
The start may be our end.

And

Together we lit our flame.
Inside ourselves our warmth grew.
Not knowing the intensity of what came.
Dare we did not, none withdrew.
Each gained and lost, no shame.
Right or not none truly knew.




The fire knew.
Horace May Dec 2014
For each moment I see you, I life for.
Each moment seen, I lose track
Something that could be done, not.
Sight of you too focused on.

To see you and you to see me.
Around you everything halts.
Like raindrops in stop motion.
Known it is profound and beautiful.
I noticed i always ended being a ghost of the stairwell with her, things i wanted
to say and do but the moment already passed.
12/2/2014
Horace May Jan 2014
I Crave,

For those days that pass by.
Moments that seem to just fly.
Something I wish would stick.
Memories last, not too quick.

I crave,

For words wont pass in a blur.
Conversation, no such slur.
Company with another.
Something no one smothers.

I crave,

For something that lasts.
Peel away at one's masks.
Openness will it gleam.
Like a gentle sunbeam.

I crave,

For something ageless.
Aspect so shapeless.
Receive and give.
To live and let live.

I Crave.
Aug 27 2013
Been with this one person for a while now. I like her energy and enthusiasm as well as her mystery and caution. She is easy to talk to but hard to converse with.
I craved the things she gave me, something i feel and hope true friends share. Conversation and simply enjoying ones company.
Horace May Apr 2014
Walking by you, staring into you.
I knew what runs through you.
For every emotion twisted,
A solution desired so.

For every flaw you had known.
Answers in others you did seek.
Change had come mayhap, better?
Do you notice the effort of who.

Others around do care deeply so.
What ran through you was far below.
Change you seek is not from them.
But within you, fixing your hem.

Many you desired to care for you.
Clearly known what must be done.
Truth in time felt, be done.
What happens now may be your art.

To corrupt some other man's heart.
Do you care, for care to you?
When most would change to blue.
They skulked without much clue.

A solution desired so.
For every emotion twisted.
I knew what runs through you.
Walking by you, staring into you.
4/6/2014
Horace May Jan 2014
I am

Satisfied
Time and space no longer eerie.
Alone through shadow and dust, not dreary.
Everything once felt truly subjective.
At last put into some perspective

Each step brought new purpose.
Most words tasted less pompous.
Thoughts no longer weighed down.
With new conviction, wont I drown?

Were words shared for sake of nice?
Or to truly rid one of vice?
Intent may matter not.
As long as I'm no frayed knot.

To share small smiles and talk.
In small circles lined in chalk.
I see smiles even for a while.
Felt for sure I saw no guile.

To know or to not.
Could there be a spot?
Would there be space in heart?
Doubt cunningly plays its part.
Satisfied
Am I?
Dec 25, 2013
Thoughts of a certain who, keep entering my head, a pleasant young and beautiful person inside and out. She inspired me for this one, the mere thought of her can pull me out of a slump.
Horace May Jan 2016
Each droplet a pitter patter on my back.
Each breath the more fogged my mind.
Each movement the deeper in I become.
The more intense the rain becomes,
The more I lose hope of staying dry.
Each thought coalescing into another deed.
Each desire wanting nothing more but warmth.
Each of us turning into the puddles that become rain.

I am Rain
Horace May Jan 2014
It starts with a glace...
Was it's occurrence by chance?
Words expressed through sight.
Emotions yet to be seen in light.

What runs through thoughts of both?
one could only hope to quoth.
What eyes can show on the spot.
Sometimes words describe, not.

Longing  for company is seen.
Fluid conversation, that's the dream.
Will affections be shyly lent.
Or would conversations flow, as meant?

To know some one is there.
To know you are not laid bare.
What intent is there to love?
To have someone to think of.
Nov 11, 2013
A quiet and very interesting person, she does not talk much but she has so much going on in her head.
Horace May Jan 2016
Sleep seems to elude me.
Late nights or early mornings.
Enough it never is to think.
Even while you dance in my head,
People blur past, focus nowhere else.
Life it seems to slow down.
Enabling me to make memories,
So much longer than they are.
Sleep or awake, I'm in a dream.
Horace May Jan 2014
Looking out into the sea,
I knew where I would be.
Sand between my toes.
The smell of salt in my nose.

A quick, pleasant chill.
From a breeze, brought a thrill.
Testing water, warmth consumed.
A great swim was assumed.

Head first I did dive.
Warmth feeling so alive.
Ascending, hitting surface.
Breeze above made me wordless.

I moved back to shore.
Only to find so much more.
This was summer's embrace.
The warmth from a fireplace.

Snug whilst in a warm home.
I did want to go and roam.
Opening the door, my hair furled.
Out I went to an outside world.

White snow covered the land.
The cool and colour was not bland.
I decided to jump into the white.
It felt close to the coolness of night.

Going home was lazy must.
Snow bound, I was trussed.
I stayed a while longer.
A lengthy time did I linger.

I lay in the snow for sometime.
Enjoying such a blissful clime.
This feeling I will surely miss.
The coolness of winter's kiss.
8/21/2013
I just had the best **** shower ever.
I turned a fan on to its lowest setting, made the water warm
and BAM! it was cool enough to compliment the warmth of the shower.
It felt like it made it warmer and much more enjoyable.
I had so much bliss in that short span of time with warm water,
and cool air. It was like sitting under the summer sun on a beach,
with cool sea breeze around you.
Then after a while I set it to the coldest setting and it felt like
I fell into the most pleasantly soft, cold pile of snow.
Horace May Apr 2014
Towards a light you could clearly see at night.
Herald of the hope giving glimpse of sight.
Eager to bask in what truly feels right.

Wishing for an extension to make longer day.
As a way to keep faith and stay in fray.
Yield I must to how the sun spreads what it may.

Longing to stay in warmth and feelings of peace.
Instilled in me the will, the pull of another piece.
Gales of fortune drag me closer to caprice.
Hints subtly of another's moved chess piece.
Towards an idea of how two could release.

Indeed could there be so much more to life.
Simply loving, rather than be another fief.
4/1/2014
I can't stop thinking about the person I wrote about. Thoughts of getting to
know and to talk to her more keep flowing to and fro, I hope it is not infatuation but something way more substantial. The feeling of being drawn to another person.

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