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M Nov 2017
You lick your lips like as if the whole world was watching you.
But you still make the time to make sure I see your tongue slip on the corners of your open mouth.
You scan the sunset-stained room with your smoked dark, tired eyes.
But you still take the time to gaze directly into my glazed eyes.
So intensely that I feel my heart try to jump out of my smitten body, and find its way to yours.
You say your words, as if you were talking to yourself...so vulnerably.
But you still take the time to voluntarily say it to me.
With every sound that falls from your pale-painted lips, hums and echoes through my body. Creating symphonic sounds, soothing my every inch.
You are the person everyone wishes they could find.
But somehow managed to hide with me.
Soulmates don't find you, unless you take the time to look back
M Nov 2017
I find you in the hours,
that I grasp and try to keep.
You play within my many dreams, amongst me in my sleep.
You teach me it is okay to live, which ever way it be.
As how I am or how I want,
worth  more than what they see. I'll follow you with open arms until I meet my grave.
Each emotion in each note I wrote, in a road that only I must pave. You teach me lessons I must live even when I want to cry,
but you make me able to move on with every tearful eye.
But even after my songs been sung and the night takes back the day, our memory and its bad and good: forever it will play.
I give my life to you, as it is always in your hands.
M Nov 2017
Its been a while, since I french kissed the sun.
Let my tongue be the trigger, and your warmth be the gun.
Melt me down to the bone, praise my deepest scars.
Save each strange emotion, in my many shaded jars.
Paint my softened skin, and I'll paint yours too.
And I'll whisper outloud,
that
I've always loved you.
I may never say-but in the back of my mind, I have always wanted to.
M Mar 2016
I quietly awaken from a metallic misty slumber.
My head pounding, I roll over. Expecting to feel the scratchy bed sheets I had fallen asleep on, I feel a sudden fear, because I am falling.
Falling into a strange darkness. Deep black hues sitting around me as I plunge down.
I look and seem scared, but I secretly feel excitement pumping through my veins.
Stale, stabilized air, swims around me.
I now realize that I have been on the ground for quite a while.
No sound-No light.
I search around for answers, but while laying there
not paralyzed-but fearful to be where I am.
where am I?
An electric hum circulates throughout the lonely area.
I roll over and cry.
The world is so far away from me...have I left the world?
Cold and alone. Alone and scared.
A faint far away light shines behind me.
Revealing the area to be a total nothingness. As if I were floating in a pitch black continuous space.
I stand up and slowly turn towards the light.
My heart stops. I loose every ounce of sweet air breathing through my lungs. An electric zing stings my every nerve. My brain screams in confinement-as if it no longer can control my body.
I slowly feel my blood flow throughout my body.
My heart beat is so loud-echoing throughout this hollowed out infinite area.
I see you. A shining light. Radiating warmth and light. Reflecting electricity off of everything and nothing.
Absorbing every ounce of life. But in a joyful exciting way.
Mesmerizing. Without thought I feel a compelling feeling that it is ok to move towards you.
I glance down at my skin-which seems to be a very pale and lifeless gray. My fingernails slightly purple.
Your skin glows with sunshine and life, while mine is a piece of lonely death. Your eyes deep and alluring, while mine forever fade into oblivion.
I walk towards you. Feeling a happiness fuel up my soul. Turning my aura a warming peach.
You are alluring and intelligent.
I get close and reach out my warming pale hand.
You reach out in amusement, allowing our fingers to touch.
I get electrocuted with life. I become bright-glowing-alive.
I feel no more pain. I feel simple happiness. Excitement that only comes from exploring uncharted territory.
I feel sunshine flow through my veins.
But you look away and smile.
Distracted.
Your hand lowers away while mine is still reaching out.
I fade to a glowing hue of serene pink.
A feeling of longing rushes over me.
I look over to where your attention lays.
Another beautiful light swings this way.
You waltz off calmly with the other lovely brim of light.
Still amazed, I just watch. Crying inside-but too afraid to show it. Fading away inside- but shining on the outside.
I watch your light's float away wishfully in a pool of happiness.
While I sit and watch in a whirlpool of lonely longing.
I realize that I cannot find my way out.
You love her, but she is in love with someone else. You love him, but he is in love with someone else. Does it end? Does anyone love each other back?
M Oct 2015
I dream of a world dizzy with fate
Time going slowly with no time to waste
I am falling over with music in my head
Resting wide awake with silly thoughts, pillow on my bed
So I sink into sleep and dream of a world full of space
Stars roam along with us, smiles slither down my face
M Jun 2015
Zen
as asleep I lay, I woke to the sound of thunder. loud clang-bash-rumbling the walls of my lonely room. that is when I heard the sweet pitter-patter of rain drops, playing their own drums, at their own tune. I swiftly shuffled out of my bed to find something to calm my awakening hunger. hunger which had turned into sudden thirst. heating the water-then to set on the stove. small clicking and rumbling came from the stove top. I went to the window to witness a gray lonely storm. the timing of the thunder, going along with the rain-almost symphonic in a way-moving in the wind. I smell damp dirt, see gray skies.---Suddenly the *** begins to boil and a calm alarming whistle came from the spout. I ripped open a package to find a sweet smelling teabag. The lemon grass zing-mixed with the muzzled windy-rain. almost perfect. calmly I sat, waiting for the mug to cool down-too extreme to touch it now. closing my eyes I sit hearing the storm and almost smelling the world for the first time. sweet life is, in my moment of Zen. helping my thirst with a sip of Zen.
I drank the tea called zen
M Jun 2015
the hail keeps hitting at my window. the small ice cold breeze finding its way through the windowpane. smelling the cold wet dirt of the outside world. seeing nothing in my dark non-lit room. hiding in here to avoid anything that reminds me of life. opening my blinds to watch the storm. seeing the small little frozen blocks-almost looking as if there were blocks of sugar falling from the grey skies. I feel lonely. I feel strange. I feel as if I was supposed to watch the storm. so I turn my head away. shut the blinds and crawl into bed. I cannot face the world. I cannot face life. im not     scared. im not   afraid.    im just alone in a hail storm.
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