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Patrick McCombs Jun 2011
My mouth moves in yours.
So smooth and sweet
As our fingers interlace
A blaze engulfs your eyes
I see you there so sweet and comely
All the sensations I have ever felt  overwhelm me
The smell of spring air. The taste of burnt popcorn
The hot burning pavement and the cool touch of stone
They are everything and then nothing
And in that instance of nothingness is where you lie
You in your inner most self
We lay there wrapped in the thick blankets
I gaze into your blazing sapphires
And they blur and soon sleep takes me
Patrick McCombs Jun 2011
She screams into the rain
The sound bounces off the countless raindrops
The sound goes so fast it becomes color
The color of infinity stretching across the sky.
Soaked to the bone
Clothes sticking to her body
Her tears mingle with rain
A walking bomb ready to burst.
She was breathless
Her lungs ached
Rain danced in headlights
She was hypnotized
Bare feet firmly on the gravel
She felt every crack rock and pebble
It all seemed so small
In the face of rain
It will be all washed away
In the sweeping storms
She smiled at the thought of being unburdened
To be free of your problems
She found it in the young spring rain
Hope.
Banish the ghosts that haunt your dreams
Lift the fear of the future and see the beauty of today
The hope of being able to live
Freely and utterly
Patrick McCombs Jun 2011
Look at the time slowly pass
And see the sweet and flowing grass
It covers the rolling hills and the never ending fields
Never knowing what it yields
The sun hangs heavy in the afternoon sky
And birds fly just to simply fly
A couple makes their way up the hill
They go by the names of Lucy and Will
Carries a picnic basket in one hand
And in the other a girl just as grand
And dressed in their Sunday best
As they watch the sun sink in the west
A sweet darkness wraps around them
The moon glows like a gem
The wind softly runs through their hair
A cricket chirps in the darkness somewhere
Will turns to her and looks at her stunning features
She is such a lovely wild creature
Her Wild emerald eyes burn bright
As they twinkle and burn in the moonlight
Wills smile spreads from ear to ear
Its infectious to all that are near
The stars stutter like film stuck in a projector
He holds her tight as her protector
Arms wrapped around her waist
The air around them sweet to the taste
They laid down and stared into space
Their fingers interlace
They consider every eventuality
Realizing they lack immortality
That they need to value time
Play till the warning bell chime
To make their love last
To value the future as much as the past
And they fall asleep on the hill
That ends the story of Lucy and Will
Patrick McCombs May 2011
Water crept up on the rocks
Soaking our already damp shoes
Seeping into our socks
we throw them off not much to lose
The water crashes onto our skin
Shocking them with a biting cold
And we can't help but grin
The warm air suffocating us
We take the plunge
And without a fuss
and soak it up like a sponge
The water so cold and clean
And warm laughter pierces the air
Its so serene
and we don't have a care.
Patrick McCombs May 2011
A string of blooming flowers, bright and fast like a wildfire
The sun dims as it begins to tire
Its fleeting light bouncing around the wood
Where a shrine of ancient trees have always stood
And the flowers are veils on a stunning bride
A true beauty that you can not hide
The roses burn like a fire storm
As the sunlight is still warm
The sun now fallen
The moon has begun its calling
Patrick McCombs Apr 2011
our fingers interlace
we stare into deep space
and liquid dreams swim through our eyes
and we imagine bright orange clouds and purple skies
we concoct secret alphabets
and hope that neither of us forgets
the fire in our eyes burn brightly tonight
and all i have is you in my sight
Sitting on the midnight grass
we watch the over head stars pass
i've never felt so tiny yet so large
so helpless yet so in charge
the world cast its weight upon my back, yet i'm light as a feather
I could walk in a blizzard in shorts without much care for the weather
you make me do amazing things
i love you and all the trouble it brings
but its small compared to happiness i feel
you make the impossible real.
Patrick McCombs Apr 2011
Taking swigs from the bottle all bitter and sweet
Half lit eyes, were dead, dead on our feet
All twisted inside and in our minds
We battle demons of all different kinds
The sun will rise as always
Following us as we trek across life’s highways
Driven by some unknown hunger
Something to make us feel younger
To feel alive again
and not old woman and men
To little girls and boys
playing in yards with little toys
We look at the bottom of our flask
and we don’t know who to ask
it seems we need a new mask
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