Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2013 · 406
February 13, 2013
nin-esque Nov 2013
Some days I lie awake and let the earth clothe me in its fresh scents of nature.

Sometimes it reminds me of you —

how your eyes changed colors like the leaves on a tree

during the change of a season —

I always knew when Winter’s blizzards were freezing your heart solid cold

leaving your eyes black and empty —

when Summer’s heat exhausted your ability to be truthful, but I saw the trails of honesty that your sweat droplets left behind as they cried down your dry skin —

even when Spring’s flowers bloomed so delicately out of your veins and filled me with your illustrious scent and made love with mine —

fall came along and spilled eloquent poetry out of your mouth and whispered me to sleep with the susurrus sound of your voice, like that of the rustling leaves on a tree. .

You are nature.

You are everything.

I cannot escape you, love.
Nov 2013 · 537
January 27, 2013
nin-esque Nov 2013
Darling moon
The circular shape of your pale body— engraved with dark, profound craters— assures my turbulent mind of incessant curiosity that darkness, undoubtedly, holds beauty of which many cannot fathom.
Your colorful aura corroborates that assurance.

Every night I look for you, darling moon, and I feel a sense of liberation.  I am merely an infinitesimal speck of nothingness in a space of infinite, vast depths.
What is “real”?
You are a real tease with your intangible presence. Moon, why is it that I wish upon you every night of your most spherical phase?
Perhaps it is because in you I see Him, and somehow in Him I see truth, and if I speak to him loud enough and often enough then he will finally turn and face you as I have and at last, He will see my freckled face smiling downward into his heart.
I will be found.

Dear moon,
allow me to be you for a day. Give to me the knowledge of how it feels to be looked upon in awe; to hear the wishes of the lonely, the happy, the hopeful; the path-finder for the lost; the dictator of tides— especially the tides in His heart ( they will always be gently gliding along the contour of his heart— never monsoons or tsunami’s)
Tomorrow is the day, darling moon.
Another wish to be locked inside for you to treasure.
Nov 2013 · 479
January 25, 2013
nin-esque Nov 2013
Hearing your voice has rendered me an elated girl!
I felt soft snow trickling down my skin as you spoke.
I envisioned your lips close to my ear — parting and touching
parting and touching
as the susurrus of your oceanic voice told me great legends
of how you found me at last.
(I am very fond of the waves and their lullabies — in fact,
it is my favorite sound)
Though, what a tragic story this is.
This ethereal sound is teasing me with its distance.
Distance,
Flee!
I want to trace the outline of your lips.
I want to feel the ocean’s wind upon my cheek.
Swallow me whole.
Close my curious mouth with your own
and together we will swim into immortality.
Heartbeat to heartbeat,
Blink to blink,
Laugh to laugh.
Breath to breath.

(My dearest, I love you)
Nov 2013 · 341
January 22, 2013
nin-esque Nov 2013
Deep in my slumber
I dreamed of a day where our
souls, at last, entwined.

Upon the pearly
moon you stood casting to me
your brown eyes divine.

“Forgive me, my love
and let me kiss to you my
unspoken letters.”

I knew then that my
uncertainty would cease and
love would be better.

You shroud me under
your caramel skin and all
else perishes. See

darling how ardent
our love is? I found you and
at last, you found me.
Nov 2013 · 272
January 18, 2013
nin-esque Nov 2013
I’ll defy the laws
Of uncertainty and fear
Just to touch your skin.
Nov 2013 · 319
January 17, 2013
nin-esque Nov 2013
Hello my dearest love,
The moon fell upon my hair and reflected off a light
only visible by You.
If in this life the light fails to reach the center of your
black velvet pupils
remember that my wait is perpetual, my darling.
I have no doubt that you will come.
Fly to me when our incorporeal selves are liberated in a
world of warm snow
and cotton stars
and emphatic love.
I love you.
Nov 2013 · 244
January 7, 2013
nin-esque Nov 2013
In the land of hope
Lies an immobile soul who
Waits for his return.
Nov 2013 · 417
January 4, 2012
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.
Nov 2013 · 380
January 2, 2013
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.
Nov 2013 · 297
December 24, 2012
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.
Nov 2013 · 344
December 23, 2012
nin-esque Nov 2013
Hello silhouette,
You've found my dear beloved.
“I have been waiting”.
Nov 2013 · 528
December 23, 2012
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?
Nov 2013 · 518
December 3, 2012
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.
Nov 2013 · 564
November 26, 2012
nin-esque Nov 2013
“Hello”, you said.
“Stay afar!”, I said.
For I am aware of the venomous snakes slithering out beneath your frigid words.
There is a darkness that clouds your vision, therefore darkness is what you see.
Purity and stillness is what you lack.
The vibrancy of your scintillating image in my memory renders me a great daydreamer.
Your darkness compels me.
“I want you”, you said.
“I love you”, I said.
(Love is dead; love is dark; love is merely a conception.)
But, you are darkness.
Are you not what you despise?
Sorrow is calling for you, can you hear?
My attempts to save you are wasted.
Oh, but Love, I am so addicted to your ******* darkness.
“You found me”, you said.
“It was inevitable”, I said.
Darkness swallowed me as a persistent wave swallows the Earth.
Do I mind?
Not at all.
We have collected each others hearts and are smoking our love away;
So high and weightless we are.
Two feathers drifting together in the wind.
Darkness is beautiful.
It is only in darkness that one can see the moon at its brightest phase.
“My love for you will perpetuate”, you said.
“My sweet darling, together we will perish”, I said.
Earth’s surface is not our limit.
Limitations do not exist for our adventurous souls.
The different realms favor us and open their doors.
We can fly.
There sitting on a star I meet your violet eyes.
One would believe your lips to be made of sweet wine.
“We made it”, you said.
Nov 2013 · 301
November 5, 2012
nin-esque Nov 2013
Solidity.
Annihilate the frigid stone wall that has
blocked you away from the world of
impassioned feeling and risk, chancing
what could have or would have been.


Solidity.*
Do not be impervious to your hearts
true desires, for I am here awaiting
your return to a world where our
inseverable bond remains just that. Free
yourself from the dark abyss you have
become accustomed to and come find me.
Nov 2013 · 365
November 4, 2012
nin-esque Nov 2013
What is love?
A mere conception; a psychological distortion to mental stability.
This venomous snake we call love tightens its slithering body around
my ability to be mentally acute.
I am dead.
Unrequited love murdered me until I was nothing but an iota of black
nothingness- and I allowed it. I wish to be hollow and apathetic.
Feeling is destructive; Feeling consumes me under immobile stillness-
a stillness morbidly magnetic, for it attracts weak souls as my own and
I am no longer who I desire to be. I am a dark figure sliding by one’s
peripherals- that is me and all I am capable of becoming. Perhaps if
love favored my poor delicate soul, I would be alive and well. Perhaps
if love favored my foolish heart, I would be lying next to my beloved in a
bed of granted dandelion wishes.
Nov 2013 · 451
November 28, 2012
nin-esque Nov 2013
The iced night kissed the closed window with frost.
There you lay fitting against me like a puzzle piece
As the tangerine fire scintillates in front of our bodies
Leaving shadows of paintings on your skin.
An ocean is flowing through your hand as you trace
The stardust freckles sprinkled upon my face.
Poems of ardent passion are being exhaled from your
Lungs. The moon is playing Al Bowlly’s tunes of 1930 love.
Can you hear? I want nothing more than for you to
Consume me whole right this moment. You quench my
Thirsty body in your red wine kisses. I am wholly yours
In a way I will never be anyone else’s. Feed my soul
Your impassioned heart and dig your teeth into mine.
For my heart is yours, Love. Our cardiac muscles are
Beating in sync with each other. We are one. Molded
Into your skin, and you in mine, our souls meet on
The border of our physical life and the realm of the next.
Euphoria and love is seeping through our bodies making
Our somatosensory system heightened to extents
Of ******* happiness. Your eyes kiss into mine words
of I love you. This is where we belong. You found me.
Nov 2013 · 384
November 27, 2012
nin-esque Nov 2013
Our eyes met with juvenile and naive desires.
I, being unaware
You, apathetic to emotion and fully aware of your murderous inclinations.
An inseverable string was attached to my heart; I was your puppy.
Was sadness profusely emanating from my pores that it convinced an ounce of feeling into your caged, dusty heart?
Or was it the happiness I found even through your hurtful intentions?
With hesitation you reached for my hand and noticed the river of lines in your palm aligned perfectly with mine.
Your synapses are firing and you feel electric and alive.
Love dripped from your glossy cornea.
The moon forgot the waves and took us in replacement.
You loved me to the very core of my existence- physical and spiritual.
All else ceased entirely.
(Nov. 27, 2012)
Nov 2013 · 256
November 29, 2012
nin-esque Nov 2013
There you were tonight lighting the sky with colors of the rainbow
emanating from your peaceful aura.
I felt you.
My entire being was disembodied and life was divided into a physical
and spiritual world.
You and I met in the realm where our incorporeal selves swam.
Warmth fled through my body as you led me toward the charcoal sky.
This is where our strings tied.
This is where you kissed love upon my soul.
This is where I will wait for you, my sweet darling.
Nov 2013 · 401
October 14, 2012
nin-esque Nov 2013
I lack a Love I know I’m destined to have.
Where are You? I pine for Your existence. I need You. I ache to touch You- to kiss You.
My ravenous heart grows impatient by the second..
Find me- quick- before hopelessness freezes me entirely.
Nov 2013 · 333
September 9, 2012
nin-esque Nov 2013
I went to the park today and I ran to the swing anticipating the liberated feeling I get- as I did when I was a kid- swinging as high as I could, eyes closed, head hanging back, imagining myself as a bird flying in the sky. The feeling was just as I recollected, and at that moment I didn't want to be here on Earth. I wanted to be in a place where freedom meant its meaning, and hatred, envy, and every negative term was extinct; where happiness was happiness and hope was never false; where dandelion wishes were granted, and the moon played gentle music for the lovers who danced through the night.

As my head was hanging backward high in the air I caught a glimpse of life from a different perspective: upside down. Every hidden insect one fears was visible, every missing leaf from a tree branch was noticeable and the tree no longer looked full and flourished, and every shoe track from the souls that once peregrinated through the world protruded through the ground and their entire lives were imprinted there in their foot track. I saw life through truthful eyes. Nothing was hidden. Nothing deceived the eye, nor the heart.

— The End —