I'm ready to love again
To **** again
Though not one without the other
Back scars and
Beating hearts
Pressed together
How deep can your fingernails dig?
I want to hear you whisper my name
I want you to take my hand
And pull me into the storm
Ignoring the deluge
And the cacophony
Nevermind the rain
Your eyelashes are enough to shield us
Smile, or smirk
I really don't care
So long as you kiss like you mean it
Pulling me close until it hurts
Don't bite your lip
I'll do it for you
As you look on in ecstasy
Love me until it physically hurts
Love can't hurt me

He loved her and she loved him
His kisses ****** out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she ******
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and Sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered  into the curtains

Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Or everlasting or whatever there was
Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy place
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His word were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assasin's attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
Her glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deep cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap
His promises were the surgeon's gag
Her promises took the top off his skull
She would get a brooch made of it
His vows  pulled out all her sinews
He showed her how to make a love-knot
At the back of her secret drawer
Their screams stuck in the wall
Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop

In their entwined  sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage

In the morning they wore each other's face

I feel the need to shout
I feel the need to cry
I feel all day all night
And yet I don’t feel at all

I feel the need to laugh
I feel the need to dance
I feel all day all night
And yet I don’t feel at all

With so much emotion
For one single day
I feel as if I’ll break

But most of all I feel afraid
Because how am I to carry on?
This cruel cruel life
If I don’t feel at all

I listen in
And all I hear
Is a soft beat
My ear pressed hard
I feel a tremor
And a quick pound
My face pressed down
My nose tingles
I smell all of her
My mouth is dry
I cant breath
I only taste fear
My eyes are closed
Pressed too tight
I see my blood pulse

And again
I hear another kick
Against my face
It’s a hard kick
My nose flares
I catch a faint whiff
I try and swallow
******* excitement
Open my eyes
I see the ultrasound

I catch a gasp
She grabs my hand
Smells like sweat
I bit my tongue
See the tiny hands

I hear life
I feel life
I smell life
I taste life
I see life

Her name is Angelina

people do not die.

they
fall through pavement
or slide under semi-trucks
or glide off bridges
into the soft embrace of water
into a place
in another state

and i don't ever see them
because they moved away
but they will be back
and maybe it's hard to keep in contact
long distance
relationships
****
but someday we'll hang out again
and it will be weird at first
because we will have changed
and
grown
but after a while
it will feel
just the same

For whom does a rose blossom?
Is it for its own purpose - to show the world the beauty that it holds, and boasts of its lively, youthful color? Or is it a selfless deed - to give persons with sadness of heart the reflection of the beauty of Earth and all its joyous things?
It is this, I believe, which is true.
For one so beautiful and tranquil cannot honestly hold a hint of selfish want. You are a rose, and the rose is likewise -
The one and the same.
Your smile and laughter is the blossom to the world. Your gift. Your love.
As beauty holds you a slave to the eyes of humans, you stretch far beyond these stereotypical limits and produce warmth and grace to every welcome soul.
For surely Heaven was shaped for such a one as you, to share a gift few possess and relinquish it freely.
The rose has found its adversary, and it is in you that I will boast.

Then let them point my every tear,
  And let them mock and moan;
Another week, another year,
  And I'll be with my own

Who slumber now by night and day
  In fields of level brown;
Whose hearts within their ******* were clay
  Before they laid them down.