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I am the most beautiful person I know,
and I surround myself with  hearts equally as beautiful.
We embrace this beautiful gift called life, encouraging our souls to take flight so that we can make this journey the most meaningful.
We are reminded of just how far we've come when we take the time to rest out wings and listen to the ring of our heartbeat.
It is most inspiring.
If you've wondered why I shy from bathing in your eyes
-it's because I'm terrified of where you'll drain me.
Refraining
Abstaining
From explaining why my brain chains itself to the thought of you.
The thought of you-
Remains coursing through my veins like heavy doses of *******;
I can not restrain the rain that steadily maintains its downfall along the inner walls of my thighs
If I jump inside your eyes,

Will you bathe me?
I love you more
than the air in my lungs
upon which I'm carried
away from your arms
03/02/13 jp
What would the world be like
if just for one day
no one pretended
no one hid
no one lashed out
no one lied
no one wanted
no one excluded
no one worried
no one ignored
no one hurt
no one expected
and everyone... simply was.
When the bottles empty
The trains fly past thee
Homeless on the corner
Eyes are so lonely
Suns going down
Wind brings the fields alive
Trespass on the earths plains
Constant water flowing like veins
Stretching out like the roots from the trees
Capturing the living
Words spoken so softly
The bottles still empty
Fall passes and winter rolls
Coming down like meteors
The fields are smoking
Burning cigarette ashes blowing
Rising and falling
Slow melodic refrains
Seeping under the bed frame
Red eyes are closing
The sandman is crouched on the night stand
Can you feel the rain?
Warm hands around a temple
Sharing the night
Looking through the window
Now knowing which side is which
Incredible, the mind body and soul
Floating in and out of foggy weather
Ghosts treading through the leaves
We grow distant as the days begin to fade
I can already feel you forgetting my name

Everything is covered in a thin layer of ash
My lungs
My dreams
Nothing is as it used to seem
Now lay me down to sleep
Just you and I
Choked, by the smoke
Of my mind's demise
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
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