By Nabs

Quiet reign over
Happiness accompanied with dread
The air stills, water freeze
Waiting

Alway waiting
The tell tale of burning ozone
How the wind blew the grass
Hard, unforgiving, preparing

Crystalized thunder
Icy fire, burning Ice
Skin prickles with anticipation
Dread and elation, what a company

Throwing sticks and stones
Fire ready and burning
Burning burning
Wishing to never be put out

To take all who dares

Shades and echo
Silence that sound too loud to be real
The drumming of hearts
Paper cranes fly wildly that day

Message bottles bobbles
Nowhere, they're going to nowhere
Nobody is singing
Song about the war of future and past

The mountains stood strong
For this is a battle they had long known
Never fear, even If they weren't here
But still the animal cower and disappear

The farmers elation
Palpable in the air
For they dance, the dance of harvest
Whilst the air becomes stiller and stiller

Waiting grew taller and longer
Drawn taut
Stings were plucked
No sound, silence, stillness

Sailors, look at the horizon
Praying to the gods that they believe in
To be able to come home

For the sirens are singing silently
About the storm that is coming

Why am I afraid of something that millions upon millions of people feel?

I am afraid of falling in love with another person.

I dream about it, think about it, maybe even fantasize about what my future may hold,
            but I am scared.

Scared of having my heart broken into millions of pieces, scattered across the hemispheres of our planet
           Scared of not being able to comfort my lover when times of distress crash upon us, as they do to all
                          Scared of having a relationship that tastes of stale and stagnant wind, one that doesn't flow, no matter how much momentum you wish to be present

I asked myself: "Is something you don't know in entirety something you fear? Or is the fear characterized by the void of not knowing?"

One day, I will know the feeling of seeing the universe in the eyes of someone I'm fortunate to call my own..

But I wouldn't know, for that day is not something I can call mine.

There is a fascicle
Of anticipation in
Labour inside my
Brain – where
Hope can spurt
And spit through
Chance. Though
I see it I can no
Longer nurture
Matters of disgust.
There is a funeral
Inside of my eyes
Which sit like the lazy
Cup of tea on my
Table. And it whispers
To me in the warning
Of a night so coldly
Scarce of cheer.

Black clouds are looming down
Whilst the sunlight pierces eyes
Walls crawl ever closer
Each face another disguise
Each muscle aching
Skin tingles with anticipation
Will you finally rest tonight?
Or will the morning draw closer with your desperation?

I want forever with you.

And that thought is beautiful enough to stand on its own, but there's more, thank goodness.
Because with you I can look forward to that future, but still be in love with the moment we're living in, laying in your arms and watching you doze off and listen to your heartbeat. Tonight I wonder what it was in your thoughts that made it start racing for a few moments there.
And I feel no need to rush at all, because I have forever (I think. And I hope). I just want to enjoy where we are now, before we get to where we are next.
And I like right now. It's the most comfortable and exciting anticipation I've ever experienced. Because I think that I'm falling in love. I think maybe that's what it means when I can't help but smile when I look at you, or grin when you caress my face. I think that's what it means that I sleep better in your arms than anywhere in the world, as if my heart is calmer when it can hear yours. I think that maybe this is what love is, wanting this forever with you, and feeling in my gut that there will always be a next moment to anticipate, but also a this moment to enjoy. So I'm enjoying comfortably and hopefully anticipating and wondering. Because I'm curious if you're thinking the same things. Im wondering if you might fall in love with me as well. And I'm hoping that you're crossing your fingers that I'll cross my heart and hope to die with you at my side.
And maybe tomorrow that anticipation will be answered. But for now, I'll go to sleep without you, knowing that one day I might not have to.

Anticipation
Drugs. Hallucinations
Helter-Skelter
Sticky Situations
What's this life I'm living?
What should I do with it?
Breathe. Blow smoke
Time's going
My blood's flowing
But I'm bored, waiting
This **** isn't even the slightest bit
Entertaining
But it takes me away
Pushes the pain to another day
Numb.
Anticipating

Come to me

with those light eyes illuminating in the darkness
filled with lust, hope, dust ... maybe even love

Walk slowly

with each step
making small vibrations in the house I wish to call my home
I want to hear every creak and every whine it makes
I want to hear it breathe

Don't rush
Take your time

I want to see your chest rise and fall-- quickening with each step you take towards me
I want you to bite your bottom lip, or run your tongue over it
I want to see your eyes look me over.

You don't look at me like you only want me in your bed--
but with you, completely.
like you want to see me in your next life (and the one after that)
like I was the Garden of Eden and you were Adam
like I just became your favorite song or movie
like I was a dream-- the one you'll never forget

Hold your hand out now

let me see the blood pulse through your veins
let the anticipation build up

Be steady as you come closer
I can smell you now,
hints of your cologne from this morning
and a rush of your soap from the shower just now

I hear you say my name from your lips
barely a whisper
barely even heard-- but my skin ****** nevertheless

I'm yearning for you
Come to me
Come to me and never go back to where you were before
Come to me
Come to me

*come to me

Haven't felt it in a while
That tearing inside and out
The feeling of an impaled heart
The breath coming to a halt
As your name and message
Flashed across the screen