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nin-esque Nov 2013
In the land of hope
Lies an immobile soul who
Waits for his return.
nin-esque Nov 2013
In the sun I feel alive.
it’s heat is motherly on my skin and
there is not a single place I would rather be than
silently resting underneath the golden waves.

Tonight’s waxing gibbous reminded me of
the reasons why I cherish darkness when
sunlight has left its lover -- or has it?
No; It’s merely resting afar giving the moon her
spotlight.
What a generous sun.
It seems as though they never touch -- those two lovers.
When will they meet?
Perhaps never.

Every night I look to the moon
hoping you are looking towards her
concurrently.
When the moon is at her most spherical phase
I send a wish, and
I send a kiss to you.
Did you feel the cool hands of the wind?
The chill bumps you feel,
It is my kiss!
I miss you.
I miss you.
*I love you.
nin-esque Nov 2013
I am I am I am.
Am I, or does it all rest in the old cellar
Of resigned wishes and clawed fingertips
Reaching toward all things unattainable?

I am I am I am.
Am I, or is it merely the deceiving sky
Raining ice crystals on my heavy heart?
On moist cement I wait with curled knees.

I am I am I am.
Am I, or shall I call the old lover in hopes
Of receiving the closure that never came?
Apathy is my love. Solitude is my love.

I am I am I am.
nin-esque Nov 2013
In the fragments of my kaleidoscopic words I mentioned to you in dull letters that I loved you.
Bubbling between the silence of fear and curiosity was the frigid wind.
A leaf passes in the rose scented air.
Could that have been the moment?
Could that have been the ride?
I love you
Words never spoken.
Always
Felt.

How is it that I can taste the certainty of what is utterly uncertain?
My tongue weighs heavily in my swollen mouth.
The words vibrate against my teeth, but
Never
Making
It out.

You smell of sweet wine and fresh mountains.
A mountain is what you are.
My climb is perpetual.
The fall is fatal.
Fatality-
mmm.
Such a lovely word if I am falling with you.
together we will fall.
nin-esque Nov 2013
Hello silhouette,
You've found my dear beloved.
“I have been waiting”.
nin-esque Nov 2013
And here I go again.
It is a repetitive cycle, you see.
My caged thoughts flutter aimlessly in the hollow pits of my mind.
Are you where I desire to be?
No.
I desire to be unseen, but heard- reverberating
                                            over
  ­                                          and over
Until, one has my presence imprinted on the silhouette of one’s heart.
One cannot evade me.
I am Always.
I am Eternity.
I am the subliminal message your subconscious is sending you whilst in
Your dark slumber.

It is quiet nights such as tonight when I am in solitude - where only shaken thoughts and confused whispers accompany me - that I am uncertain of my destination.
To be understood, or to not be understood?
That is the question.
I am swimming through this silky air the night lays upon me.
The wondrous sky screams, “MYSTERY! BEAUTY! I AM!”.

Am I aware of the meaning of my own desiccated thoughts?
nin-esque Nov 2013
Your presence is embedded upon the blank canvas I will soon
Annihilate with colors of
Insanity
and
Ardent love.  
Find me?
Obliterate my entire being with your
Destructive desire.
Perpetually my words linger on fragile paper capturing your
Crimson existence.
Ingest my words.
Perceive the message.
Find me.
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