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524 · Jul 2010
Her Story(Eyes)
James M Boyer Jul 2010
Crystal blue deception is the enmity of her eyes,

A gift recieved from Hevean or with slight demonic ties.

A difference in perception but to her it's all the same,

she blinks back tears just to hide her longing pain.

A quick glance at the fading sun gives her hope she never knew,

and like stars amongst the darkness her pain finallay shined through.

The dusk plays tricks on her with sillhouettes dancing in the trees,

but unlike the conscince on her shoulder she has no wings to catch the breeze.

She watches Heaven slowly rise while she is stuck in Hell,

The Devil resting in her eyes epassant and resting well.
Written September 11, 2008- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
522 · Jul 2010
All The Little Nothings
James M Boyer Jul 2010
It’s something about your eyes
And the way you lick your lips
The way you run your fingers through your hair
Right down to the tips.
It’s the way you crease your smile
To make those dimples on your chin
The way you hold your head up
Even when you sin.


I have to tell you something
And I promise it’s no lie –
I want to kiss you every day
Until the day I die.
I want to feel your embrace
& keep you resting in my arms
I want to be your hero
That heals your every scar.


It’s something about your eyes
And the way you lick your lips
The way you run your fingers through your hair
Right down to the tips.
It’s the way you crease your smile
To make those dimples on your chin
The way you hold your head up
Even when you sin.


I need you in the morning
And I need you late at night
I need to know you’re right there
Sleeping by my side.
I need to feel you dreaming
Of the love that we could share
And while you rest your head on pillows
I’ll be floating on thin air.
Written April 16, 2009- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
519 · Oct 2010
Battle of this Creation
James M Boyer Oct 2010
I'm here writing to you
from the blue lines of this page
let the white be my master
and a blank slate be my sage.
Give me the inspiration of a king
guiding not people, but a lonely pen
into the battle of this creation
where folie is my newest friend.

Lift the stones that block the way
on the corridors of my mind
so I no longer feel the effects
of the slowly passing time.
Draw a breath & ink the words
smoothly from left to write
cross out mistakes here & there
make sure everything's just right.

The imagination is a powder keg
that's waiting for ignition
spark the flint & let it light -
bringing the fire of ambition.
Life essence in its purest form
are rhymes written with love & fun
rhythms without giant egos
and verses free of tongue.
Written October 14, 2010- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
James M Boyer Jul 2010
Once again I'm dreaming,
of my hands around your neck,
remembering the mistakes made,
the forgiveness accepted,
and the "goodbyes" rejected...


We can't walk away,
can't forget our "hellos,"
whisper your demeaning "I Love You,"
and cry tears of blood,
that stain black upon your weak face...


It's just you and I again,
listening to the lies that we've told,
reciting half thought out promises,
and "forevers" not thought out at all...


Remember the night,
that we first met,
one drunken mistake,
an impassionate kiss under the stars,
but the night air captured us,
in "what might be"...


But once again I'm dreaming,
of my hands around your neck,
remembering the mistakes made,
the forgiveness accepted,
and the "goodbyes" rejected...
I was 15 when I wrote this. so keep that in mind.

Written December 21, 2004- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
510 · Jul 2010
To...
James M Boyer Jul 2010
To the child who believes he is alone
Because his mother works two jobs
To keep him dry and fed well
But doesn’t have time to color with him
Doesn’t have time to draw balloons
And watch the clouds go lazily by
But always says I love you
And tucks him in at night.

Know that there is no such thing as alone.

To all the men who seek acceptance
For just being the man that they are
Who tell corny jokes at the wrongs moments
But still believes in chivalry
Who leave flowers on the doorsteps
Of their greatest love -
And un-enveloped poems in the mailbox.

Accept yourself and love the roses.

To the women who are ashamed
Of the size of pants they wear
And the way they do their hair
Who feel they won’t ever be loved
And wish, if only to themselves
That they where beautiful.

Know you are, for the true shame is ever believing differently.
Written June 8, 2009- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
497 · Sep 2010
By All Means
James M Boyer Sep 2010
She was like a blooming rose
held together, perfectly composed
sometimes frayed, but never let it show
enticed by the essence she beholds.

I inhaled her deeply, every chance
she had me at first look but too a second glance
the way her smile shimmered had me entranced
it would be a lie to say I ever stood a chance.

Pedal by pedal our future fell in place
if only forever - could truly be the case
at night in dreams I can remember her taste
and the ambiance of candles on the fireplace.

A walking dream, perfect by all means
but sometimes "by all" isn't what it seems.
Written September 2, 2010- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
489 · Sep 2010
The Tide
James M Boyer Sep 2010
I've burnt every bridge I've crossed
beneath the always lonely sun
just to watch them char and fall
before you fallow me over one.

I've cursed every star in the sky
that's ever twinkled in your eyes
and watched the moon pull the tide
higher & higher, bringing our demise.

I've burnt every note sealed with a kiss
to breathe in the truth of words lost in flame
& watch smoke dwindle into the finality of -
"in the end, it's all been said & really all the same"
written September 14, 2010- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
485 · Jul 2010
The Echo's Spent
James M Boyer Jul 2010
I want to be the one who serenades your heart strings
and let your true beauty shine through all the seems
no rush, no need for wedding bells and big rings
just a steady yearning to hear what your soul sings.

.. ..

The chorus plays, while the echo’s spent

I want to be the one even if not heaven sent.

.. ..

A hug, a kiss, eyes slowly close as we connect lips

And the passion pulses from toes to finger tips

I pull you in tight with my hands on your hips

Lock eyes, stare deep and absorb this bliss.

.. ..

I never thought you’d capture every bit of me

But your smile holds tight onto my everything.

.. ..

I want to be the one who serenades your heart strings
and let your true beauty shine through all the seems
no rush, no need for wedding bells and big rings
just a steady yearning to hear what your soul sings.
Written March 23, 2010- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
484 · Jul 2010
Queen in the Court of Choas
James M Boyer Jul 2010
Silver lace against her black dress,
she never looked so beautiful,
demented yet so perfect,
she cries tears, black upon her white face,
Hoping that time will stop to listen.


The halls have emptied,
still, she stands alone,
her heart, paper thin and tearing,
too many pieces to count this time,
she gives up on gathering them.


The sun sleeps while she lets go,
just short of daybreak,
she cracks, for what it's worth,
she whispered goodbye for the last time,
as she carved your name in the shadows.


Silver lace against her black dress,
she never looked so beautiful,
perfect in the darkest manner,
and twisted just to know,
that time has finally stopped to listen...
Written July 6, 2005- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
477 · Jul 2010
August Days Gone By
James M Boyer Jul 2010
his heart beats slow & steady as she walks into the room;
morning rays glisten in her eyes reflecting light from August days gone by.
A quick glance to catch his gaze with a wink to still his hands,
are the shadows playing tricks on him or is he lost in lovers sin?
Hope - the roaring in his ears as he searches for the right words:
"hello, how are you?" "if I told you I love you, would you know it's true?
Simple acts of indiscretion leave tear stains on the floor,
but her picture perfect smile makes it all worth while.
The night calmly yet swiftly comes to an idyllic close,
with one last dance he'd never miss ended with a sealed kiss...
Written September 1. 2007- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
469 · Jul 2010
What I've Been Looking For
James M Boyer Jul 2010
How could I describe your beauty
With the mere simplicity of words?
Your smile is as radiant as the rising sun
& your eyes twinkle like stars that always burn.

It’s something about the way you caress my skin
From my lips right down to my fingertips
The way you lean in and close your eyes softly
For each and every single kiss.

It’s how you sleep at night
Cuddled up & pressed to me
And how I can feel you dreaming
With the warmth of ecstasy.

When you wake from weary slumber
To yawn and stretch your wings
I can see heaven in your complexion
And hear the angels sing.
written March 3, 2010- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
445 · Jul 2010
The Day Before
James M Boyer Jul 2010
Greedily your eyes absorb me
into another epic siege
of heart over thoughts matter
where emotions bleed in mindless splatter
to disrupt the lines of love life's pattern
& drown me in an endless dream.

Master strings connect, like a respirator
to drag me across death's equator
and leave me in another time of when
blinded by the ink flowed pen
& entranced entirely by your final hymn
as if you were born from our creator.

Ashes illuminated by tired moonlight
dancing as shadows of morning spite
cursed to live a life of cons
& display my hopes for when I'm gone
to that pasture with a greener lawn
and be freed of a life for love that lied.

Greedily your eyes absorb me
into their depthless sea
of emotions bled for mindless matter
to subdue the heartbeats endless spatter
disconnecting a neurons final scatter
and drown me in an endless dream.
written April 19, 2010- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
432 · Sep 2010
Poetic Display
James M Boyer Sep 2010
If I ever say I don't love you
please know it is a lie
without you in my life
I'm sure that I would die.
You're the mother of my only son
blessed me with the gift of child
I apologize for all the times
when I was acting kind of wild.
For all the times I never said
what was heavy on my mind
nights I came home late, way too drunk
to start a fight and make you cry.

But I stand before you, here today
to say I'm just a man
and from this moment forward
I'll do everything I can
to treat you like the princess
you always knew you were
to write you sappy love poems
and say they are the cure
for all the tears I made you cry
and couldn't kiss away
here's my first attempt at sorry
with a simple yet poetic display
written September 13, 2010- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
417 · Jul 2010
The Storm of You
James M Boyer Jul 2010
As the tide pulses my hands tremble
while the waves crash against your feet
an angel of the Pacific Shoreline
pacing with the true radiance of life.
The sunset is perfect turning your figure to silhouette
and letting the stars peek to catch a glimpse -
of the beauty that rests beside the sea.

My heart beats faster and harder
with every step you take towards me
as the vibrant storm of you drags me farther
from the human that I used to be.

No wind to catch my tattered sail
when I lean against the breeze
just all the racing thoughts of us
then--now - - tomorrow
and maybe forever if you'll let me love you -
until I'm dead and gone away
to become your angel of the sea.

My heart beats slower and softer
with every breath you take from me
as the lull of your storm makes it harder
for me to finally fade into the breeze.
Written September 2, 2009- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
406 · Jul 2010
Love Like Bleeding Pages
James M Boyer Jul 2010
How could i find all the right words

to describe the feelings I'm now finding true

to tell her how I love her

and how her beauty always shines through -

my light and darkest moments

and how only she can make me smile

to lighten up the depths of deep emotion

and keep my heart beating steady all the while

I'd tell all about the everythings

if only I could put it into phrases

I'd let all of me flow from a pen

and bleed my heart out on the pages.
Written March 20, 2010- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
397 · Jul 2010
A Step Back
James M Boyer Jul 2010
It's hard for me to find the words
to tell you I loved you, so
this will be the only piece
I ever write to let you know.
I loved the moments spent
lost inside your eyes
when in the morning we awoke
from the slumber which we lie.
Deep brown - intertwined
my soul & beating heart
I knew that every blink of lids
is the 'what' that set apart
your smile from the others
all the one's who can't compare
and from the very beginning
you took every breath of air.
Written June 14, 2010- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
379 · Aug 2010
It's Us
James M Boyer Aug 2010
Every night the same dream
that never seems to end
we're slowly walking down the street
smiling hand in hand.
It feels like we've walked for hours
but my feet don't even hurt
until we stop so you can admire
and empty field of dirt.

"Once there were roses here
as far as the eye can see
but the tower fell & so did they
so surely fall shall we."
My smile fades into the dark
like shadows in the night
how could you just give up like this
without a single ounce of fight?

one last kiss, impassionate
before you turn to leave
to break my heart into so many pieces
that I can't even wear it on my sleeve.
Written August 17, 2010- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart

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