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Our bodies are trapped within the realms of life and death
but our minds are free to explore any realm it may so choose
I don't have a problem with dying,
I'm just carious about when and how?....
Every storm has a particular story,
I wanna listen to them all....
Close your eyes, hold your breath,
and plunge into the pool called life....
A hot summer day, the roar of police sirens and
a lifeless body, cold blood evaporating on the pavement....
As the sun sets on another day
we reflect upon our most current of events
thanking god, that we have lived
to reflect upon these events for another day....
She was a black rose sitting mindlessly in a field
of blooming poppies....
Bloodshot eyes, and syringes sticking out of my arms
it's 3 A.M, I'm drooling, the Television, full of static
rotten tuna by my bedside, paralyzed,
my mind thinks a million thoughts.....
We're flowers, blooming in the midst of a minefield....
Outside my window, lays a world to wonder and explore
from the kissing couples to the newborn babies
from the opera house to the art museum
from the candy shops to the freshly baked bakeries
the list goes on and on....
from sunrise to sunset, there's so much to explore
it's a pity, that we can't explore it all.....
I remember kissing her lips
but it wasn't the ones on her face
We are prisoners of love
wishing to break free from the shackles of heartbreak
*** was only a mere satisfaction....
I craved for something deeper...

to hear her.... to listen to every word ever spoken
and to comprehend every thought, to understand the meaning of every course of action she takes
and to unwrap the origins of what she has become
I crave it.... to understand the choices she makes
and the consequences behind it
to gaze into her eyes and to dance with her soul
to comprehend her happiness, her pain
her joy and freedom
and to slowly dissect her brain with the scalpels
of my ears and voice and for her to do the same....
that is the satisfaction that I crave....

*** is only a mere satisfaction....
I crave for something deeper....
Slicing the seams of my overstuffed heart
and bleeding out meaningless love.....
My love was an illusion, a ****** up illusion
what chance did I have with someone as beautiful as her...?
She was my lightning and I was her thunder
together, we were the perfect storm....
Her heart,  I held in my hands
and slowly, it melted at my fingertips
It's 2:38 AM, I stumble and stagger
wine bottles, smashed across my kitchen counter
cigarettes burn my couches.... I don't give a ****......

The sounds of Radiohead and Nirvana, blasting in the background
syringes sticking out of my arms
I scream your name....

silence....
She took my breath away
But I would have never imagined that she would take my heart....
Our love was a flame that was slowly
dying in the darkness of the night
Snorting rainbows and swallowing capsules of compassion
I want to overdose on love....
Caressing her until sunrise
and kissing her at sunset....
Love..... love is like a drug
it ***** you up, mentally, physically, emotionally
yet... we crave it, we crave it because it's so ******* addicting

I remember the first time I fell in love
It tasted a lot like cherry, with a hint of lime
It wore a short, little pink dress
Brown skin and black eyes
I stared at it.... And I thought about
For hours on end….

love has a face
a disturbingly beautiful face
a face that could **** you
and with a single glare,
You've just committed romantic suicide......
She had one man that had
two different versions of himself.
One made love to her body
the other, made love to her mind
Hugs, kisses, conventional small talk,
and the little essences of mutual respect
will not bring back the likes of the dead
but it can start the long, slow healing process,
all we can pray for is a little peace in this world
and all we can hope for is a little bit of love....
There are people in this world
that will make you whisper,  I love you
and then there are people in this world
that will make you scream, **** love....
Your breast were the softest pillows
I've ever laid my head upon.....
I took my words and twisted them
I twisted them into different shapes and sizes
Sentences and syllables, stumbling and stuttering
Tripping on my own vocabulary, trying to find the words
That could perfectly describe you....
I could kiss those lips a million times, everyday
yet, I would never grow tired of kissing them
Those vinous lips I used to kiss
are now kissing another....
I don't know rather it was love or lust
but I knew that I wanted her
she was like those fine pieces of art
that you could stare at for hours
but could never touch, she was tempting to the eye
she could burn down bridges with a single gaze
or she could set your heart on fire, I was smitten
she was a tempting tease, these ****** eyes
slipping off her clothes, one garment at a time
I never stood a chance, she stole my virginity
without a single finger laid...
I want to suffocate under the sweetness of her lips
It seems as if time stands still when you and I are together....
We enjoyed our soup and bread
the occasional kisses topped off with soulful glances
burning into our hungry hearts....
With barbed wire wrapped around our heads
we solidify our union with paperless rings....
I was swimming in a sea of *******, hickies
and cherry lipstick....
The black eyes became our tattoos
and the bruises became our love bites....
With every kiss, I taste the sadness of her soul
I'm addicted, I crave more....
The sound of your heartbeat
is a song I could listen to forever....
To feel your warm, tender body caress my chest
slowly melts my frigid heart....
I've overdosed on kisses,
and found a detox for hugs....
I laid bloodied
bloodied by own hands,
the same hands that grasped her throat
which grasped my heart....
One hundred million butterflies,
swarming at the seams of our love struck souls....
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