modelb0nes

modelb0nes Oct 2013

he
whispered to me to love him
through the tough times.
and he made me aware
and let me know how tough
his tough times could be.

but I couldn't understand why
he had no faith in me. Of course
I'd be with him within and without.
through everything; did he really think
I would bail on him once he showed sides
of himself that I was unaware of?

because little did he know,
I knew him better than he knew himself.
I knew how he ordered two creams
and one milk in his coffee though
it made his coffee too black. I knew
when he said "bye" he wanted me to kiss
the sadness from his lips.
I knew how he wanted me to *love more
than the actual definition of love
could sustain.

I knew.

this poem-ish thing took an interesting turn.

modelb0nes Oct 2013

reminisce

I'm the type of person to scratch out something,
rather than erasing or whiting it out permanently.
I don't know, maybe because I like to look back
on the thoughts and the things that I've done.
I don't like forgetting about things.
I prefer remembering that things were there
and that I've done them.

Maybe.

modelb0nes Oct 2013

again

I want to be the words that flow from your mouth

and the unused syllables that run under the skin of those
who say much about me
but little to me;

I want to be the vibrations that flow through the blood
of a warrior who lost the one that they loved or the prince
who found his Cinderella through a starry eyed beggar;

you see,

I want to be every word that wasn't even thought about
and every sentence that was paraphrased or reworded time and time again.

I want to be things that aren't things until they come alive.
because what about those thoughts? huh?
where do the thoughts which were never unsought go?

hihi.

modelb0nes Oct 2013

autumn, rain, and you

it rained in October
         and I loved it.

as I looked out onto the field
        I reminisced about all of the seasons
and how none of them meant more to me
    than autumn, rain, and you.

modelb0nes Oct 2013

loudly

he had a cigarette in his mouth
that lingered at the tip of his lips;
the bottom one.
his eyes screamed of despair

yet his mouth said nothing;
bitter and harsh words leaked
out and without meaning

they meant something;
I'm currently racking through your brain,
while burning in your veins delicately.
I'll always be there,

waiting while;
your voice trembles like wings
and your bones whisper melodies, loudly
*loudly

a mix of unfinished poems I thought I'd put together.

modelb0nes Oct 2013

bitten and uneven

the cold bit at her fingertips,
gently asked for her attention.

she was the winter and he
was the breeze

she was the snow;
he was the frostbite.

she was everything he wasn't
and he wasn't even close to anything
that she was; or wanted

I wrote this poem a while ago and posted it now bc idk. I feel sappy and sad and I don't know. whatever enjoy. or not.

modelb0nes Sep 2013

and

for the first time love,
fell for us.

my two-versed poem bye