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The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.

Elie Wiesel. 4/11/2016.
As I lay in bed
The soft humming of the fan
Lulling me into a weary slumber
I reach to you
My skin connecting with
Your loving hands
You drowsily put your arm around me,
Still half asleep,
And gently pull me into your chest
Your warmth envelops me
Every touch gives me butterflies
The same as when we first met
I sink into you
You run your fingers through my hair
And gently kiss my forehead
I can feel myself slowly
Becoming better with every soft breath
The light is dull through the shades
And I can feel myself unwinding
You break down my walls
Your skin is so soft against mine
Though I’ve got scars upon scars
You seem to heal me
And with every touch I’m blooming
My petals are frail, as you know
But even with all of your strength
You hold me without worry
Your heart, gentle only for me
And while you are dozing off
Into a beautiful slumber
I’ll think about how warm you are
And how your breathing gives me peace
And I will thank every star
For bringing us together
And when you wake
Please have no doubt
That when you ask me what I dreamed of
I will say I dreamed of you
Because you are my beautiful dream
From which I never wish to wake
For that would be
True heartbreak.
 Apr 2016 Samuel Hesed
Red
I don't know if I'm meant to be in love, but I think, deep deep in my heart... that when I'm laying there dying, you will be there holding my hand. you're going to be the last face I see either with my eyes or my heart in my last moments.
 Apr 2016 Samuel Hesed
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I think the problem is that I can't stop seeing the world in black and white
 Apr 2016 Samuel Hesed
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 Apr 2016 Samuel Hesed
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at this instant,
i am ****** about everything
that you did
no matter how big or small,
or if we've left it all behind before

i am angry
i am mad
i am disappointed

but whatever negativity i am feeling for you right now,
i can't,
i can't seem to feel it right
because even though i feel everything at once,
i look at you
and it disappears

love, i can't seem to get mad,
or angry,
or disappointed
at you
because of all this negativity within me,
you're the positive that stays

whenever i feel less,
you make me feel more;
whenever there's someone greater than me,
you always show me that they can be the lesser ones to what i am capable of doing to you;
of loving you wholeheartedly
that no one else can;
you are my "addition" in this world of "subtraction"
you subtract my problems and add blessings to my life

so no matter what negativity i sometimes feel for you,
i can't continue feeling that way
because i always think of the good things that you did for the betterment of myself,
how you made my life better than it already is,
and i am thankful
for you being the greater, the more, the add-on, the positive one in my life
 Apr 2016 Samuel Hesed
Adner JaZZ
Listening to Mars,
eating twix bars,
dancing to the melodious tunes,
though my heart is in ruins,
quietly sipping the tears,
her voice still in my ears,
am a fraud,
frankly too odd,
I cheat my own self,
I wish there were some elf,
who could gift me joy,
Oh!am not a toy,
I convince my heat,
not to fall apart,
you broke my trust,
my heart's full of rust,
your face is the one,
comparable to none,
'cuz no face reflects cessation,
I can't explain the sensation,
that I feel when I behold thee,
you locked your heart,left no key,
Am now shattered in blues,
give me some clues,
prove your zeal,
which may heal,
my bruised heart,
please don't part,
don't hurt me more,
'cuz my eyes are sore
Sound the flute!
Now it’s mute.
Birds delight
Day and night;
Nightingale
In the dale,
Lark in sky,
Merrily,
Merrily, merrily, to welcome in the year.

Little boy,
Full of joy;
Little girl,
Sweet and small;
**** does crow,
So do you;
Merry voice,
Infant noise,
Merrily, merrily, to welcome in the year.

Little lamb,
Here I am;
Come and lick
My white neck;
Let me pull
Your soft wool;
Let me kiss
Your soft face;
Merrily, merrily, we welcome in the year.

William Blake. 4/11/2016.
I love spring!
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