Not all can fathom the concepts that what is here was once not and what was here once now isn't. The soil doesn't change, nor do the old trees, yet the buildings are broken down and the people soon leave.
The visuals and sights that have over time been consumed within the air still linger in our breaths.
The road was once dirt, the river once land, that home once someone else's home.
Physical attributes change yet so do the emotional ones. A place of war and blood shed will become peaceful and goodly. A place once deemed dreadful will be contradicted by time and seen as content and amicable. A person once admired and lively will become a person admired and dead.
The air doesn't change but everything else does, allowing the next people to breathe it's past in.
I'm thinking of creating a zine consisting of poetry and photography. I think zines were such hits in the 90's and need a comeback. I'm really excited to start this project. The above is a piece I may be editing and including.
It felt like our love was a boomerang that barely returned itself.
A boomerang that you throw and think surely to God,
This won't come back,
Just like all the others didn't.
But you fling it anyway and miraculously it shows up.
Like the air, the earth, the universe needed to get it back to you.
Then all of a sudden,
The light shone a little differently up ahead.
A glint that was familiar,
A glint of sunlight woven into hair.
Whenever he was out it happened,
Like he radiated rays back to the sun.
The act of listening to sad songs and reading poetry is a complex one.
You question life and what exactly is happening in your own.
It clears your mind and makes you realise things.
But then it can be questioned if you realised it or already knew it.
The complex part and most heartbreaking is that when the song ends and the verse is finished all you're left with is the thoughts and that,
that is truly terrifying.
In twenty years from now
I don't want to be just another name
In twenty years from now
I still want to be in your life
In twenty years from now
I want someone to stop you on the street
Ask how you're doing
And bring up my name
In twenty years from now
I don't want your answer to be
"I haven't seen her in ages"
In twenty years from now
I hope you say
"She's waiting for me at home"
And if it's falling that you're afraid of,
we can hide from commitment
and convince ourselves
that we're just friends.
I'll learn the curve of your
smile and you'll connect my
freckles like constellations
and we'll pretend we aren't
falling like leaves in October.
Often, I picture us
holding hands and watching movies,
sitting on benches beneath oak trees,
hearing you laugh throughout the day,
and catching you smile,
when you think I don't see
and all I can do is hope
that when you close your eyes
your mind is filled
with thoughts of me.
I worry there is something broken in our generation;
there are so many sad eyes on happy faces.
I envy those who believe in a God,
Believe in a source of higher power.
For they are merely strange thoughts,
embarked from life by another.
"We can always rinse the surface,
But the stain will remain"
And with our hearts sinking to our toes,
And fingers entwined with none,
We ride off into the sunset.
Looking for a new shadow cast upon the ground,
And wishing on the stars,
It wont end up like last time.
Suicidal people are angels who just want to go home..
We stopped checking for monsters under the bed
when we realized they were inside of our head.
The world that had been so familiar,
as if it were a second vessel,
shattered around her bleeding toes.
The crimson blood entwining itself in the shards
of her broken past and memories.
With her good heart,
the only hope left,
she bent to try and pick it all up.
To fix it.
Yet, she pricked her finger on the sharp edges,
turning her finger numb
and her love.
She then shattered too,
overlapping her previous life
and delicate ruby juice
with the black ashes she became.
Maybe the wolf is in love with the moon,
and each month it cries for a love it will never touch..
My love, on the other side of the sea.
The only way we can talk is through the dimly lit screen.
Your hand reaches out as mine does too,
only to be stopped by the stupid laptop.
Oh, how I wish I could see your face instead of your picture
and fold myself into your chest instead of only dreaming of your arms around me at rest.
You're the one who completes me my love, on the other side of the sea,
yet the only one with the key is this dimly lit screen..
You are identical to the stars;
You shine so bright yet, are dead inside.
I was being pulled by this black spiral,
going further and further and further
I was hiding under the rocks of the bottom of the sea.
His skin was one of tissue paper almost; So delicate yet could tear under the simplest touch. I believe his heart was too.
Money is man made.
Hears a funny thought!
Why not just print enough for everyone?
"She said she was dangerous but I said she was beautiful.
Now I understand that they are the same thing."
"Life as I know it morphs into a memory more and more
as you take each and every step away
"The huge distance between us is almost as big as the need
I have for your precious lips."
"Now I know you're the reason why
my heart is broken and my tears are shredding.
You were the darkest shade of black
I was just a little too bright"
"Words conjure the magic of meaning"
"Why are you always,
hiding yourself in the shadows of the moon?"
Right over there.
The footprint from your sneakers,
Has left a mark,
Can you see?
Yeah, right on the shattered pieces of my heart"
"Do you ever think,
we will find the place
where our dreams and reality collide?"
"Every women needs a man that will ruin her lipstick
not her mascara"
"One day your life will flash before your eyes,
Make sure it's worth watching"
"My thighs are too big
my stomach overflows,
So why can you see the bones through everyone else's clothes?"
"What has become of myself?
Never ever have I been seen like this.
You have stripped me right down,
everything on view for your piercing naked eyes.
Don't be fooled,
You have gone a lot further than the fabric on my skin.
You have been past the blood in my veins,
all of my tender muscles.
Much further than the burn of my sarcasm,
the shield in my blue orbs.
You have journeyed successfully to my heart,
have caressed it in your fingertips.
I ask that you don't look further on and gouge your fingernails into the flesh,
ripping and tearing apart my soul.
Although I think we both know that if my final breath was drawn from that,
Your name would still be the last word that would seal away the oxygen for good"
If you are reading this
Than you have survived it all.
Heartbreak and love,
Tears and pain,
Devastation and disappointment.
Look at this,
Here you are.
You go you awesome *******,
You are still here and you will make it
"Their faces change into one of disgust
And their mouths only open to spit out venomous words
As the tears that have betrayed me, roll down my cheeks,
They point and laugh.
Yet the water that escapes my eyes is all for show,
Only for their satisfaction.
As I turn and run down the hall,
A grin overcomes my frown.
I laugh it off as I skip home,
Forever never living in doubt"
"If you're alone
Then I guess were in that together"
"For some strange logic,
You seem to be the only constant idea out of all my lingering thoughts.
Oh, how I wish you were here instead of in my head"
"Hands around my waist,
Your warmth engulfs me.
Whispering in my ear,
Your secrets are my desire.
The rhythmic beat of your heart,
It demands mine to follow suit with a few skips along the way.
Your love dominating the space of the atmosphere,
Taking my breath away with it"
"You wanted a ****,
I wanted too talk.
Yet you thought you would ease into it by starting with my clothes.
You ruined it all by asking for them off,
because you thought I was just another stupid ****.
I never thought you would ask for that ,
but there it was when you wanted my ******* to drop"
Don't tell me my scars are atrocious,
You will never understand why they have been carved.
Oh, how I wish I was a child again.
So care-free and naive.
Innocent and wondrous.
Curiosity would fill my mind and all the wondering's I have discovered would complete the gaps.
New friendships would be the highlight of my day and a cut on the tip on my finger would ruin it.
Oh, how I wish I was a child again,
living life to the fullest.
" Don't ever put your happiness in someone's else's hands.
They'll drop it.
They'll drop it every time"
By Christopher Barzak
"Caress me as if you were holding your heart in your own hands.
Scream my name as if it was the only word
that could comprehend with your tongue.
Love me like you had never loved another in your life before"
" Yes I have left,
But there will be a time when we can rekindle our fingertips back together and dance in the darkness again.
I’ll be right here watching and waiting for when you come join me in the shadows"
"You write so beautifully" he said
"The inside of your mind must be a terrible place..."
Its a poets curse to be able to write about love but not have it...
Is this what love is? Heart racing, palm sweating, high-feeling love?
If this is the truth then why doesn't he look the same way? Maybe he just hides it well.
Maybe it was never there after all.
If this is love, then please, count me out.
"My heart burns for your love but when you dart away from my gaze, its as if you put out the violent flame... "
"Falling for you was the most adventurous thing I have ever done.
Going against all of my beliefs and traditions, I dived right in.
I decided I would be the one that would search and accept your flaws along with your beauty but I wouldn't dare tell you that they look exactly the same to me.
My words can do no justice to the gracefulness of your movement or captivating sound that is your voice.
The detail of your eyes cannot be expressed as the beauty of them runs too deep and the velvet touch of your fingertips to precious too tell.
You're not my first love and you may not be my last but one thing I am certain of is I am falling for you"
I didn't know I could feel this way, particularly for you.
Its like you knew what you were doing when I fell for you.
Then when I finally owned up to it you hid back and consumed yourself in the darkness, blending in with the crowd.
Now I latch onto anything to free my thoughts from you.
Yet no one can help for they cant see,
That the only one that can cure me is yourself, but that wont do much since you're the reason for my tears.
Have you ever noticed the way I stare at you from the corners of my eye?
Have you ever heard the way I say your name as though you have done no faults?
Have you ever seen the way your vocabulary slowly slips and Mixes in with my own?
I bet you don't