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AM Jun 2015
I could stand on the edge of a cliff
where the abyss of endless despair lays below
above the sparks flies of your smile
and the lie you sew about the chance
I'd find on the other side
Then when you pushed me and I jumped off
there was nothing but a dream
yet
I still shouted how much I love you
until it echoes inside your ears
Silent Sanctuary Mar 2015
Oceans of if's running rough yet smoothly,
In a mind filled with diffidence and hesitance;
Far-flung revelries of reveries in thoughts acquiescently,
Yet a heart searching possibilities with such adamance.

Piercing emotions fleeting through a murky surface,
Lulling the deadened soul with such alluring beguile;
Limerence spurned, suddenly pervading transient abyss,
Denial in persistent negation of emotion's cavil.

Depths of stolen glances seeking truth beyond words,
Waiting for signs of undefined warm requitals.
Beyond observations, I've only seen fjords;
Chilly shoulders and disregarded affectionals.

Force your eyes and heart, my presence descry;
And let's have a dance until twilight and time recedes,
For might've we not a chance again, not even in a scry.
Lest make a foolish heart's wish finally give up and accede.

Despite all eyes looking at us,
Did you ever feel something special?
Mistake my intentions not, I don't desire a fuss.
But I only yearn to figure, if in your heart you've got a lovely fractal.

To depths and beyond, I covet to seek.
The precious brilliance of your cloaked human shades,
Filled with beauty offering silence and meek;
A plausible sanctuary for a soul as it ages and fades.
I often steal glances, yet I have no certainty if you do the same. Unrequited for sure. Requited? Maybe.
Do not sweet talk to me
about the future
about our future
unless you can actually
see it
see me
and not question
if we are truly meant to be
and you are aware
that you would dread for there
to be a morning
you awake
to an empty bed
a twist of fate
to someone who is not me
and could never be
for I am the one
you know
you want
and
need
For Garrett Hedley
Greyson Fay Dec 2014
The friends he has are wonderful and magestic to the fullest

He creates them

Coming to life in his own reality
He creates abstraction.
Sarah K Sullivan Oct 2014
Desperate kisses in a crowded room.
Murmurs of a promise into an ear.
A room full of people all moving as one,
                                            Breathing as one.
One being: hot and sweaty.
Loose minds and even looser bodies.
Trembling lips, swift hands,
Hot.
        Breathless.
                           Blurry.
Moments of reckless love.
                                                  Lust.
Not­hing to gain.
                             Everything to lose.
Nothingness. Loneliness.
The tragic weight of an empty heart.
Aching for a touch. Touches.
Lusting for strangers across a dark room.
Blind. Deaf. Mute
We wait.
                  We wait.
                                          We wait.
Finding solace in the empty gesture of lust instead of love.
      Chained to dumb hope.
                                                   Chained.
                        
                           Forever.
Michaela Sep 2014
But you're untouchable,
and though your eyes speak differently;
the invitation is imagined,
the closeness; mere proximity.

I had no instruction,
and no intention to adhere.

You prodded, pulled and pushed
my precautions aside,
passively dealing every blow.
But I couldn't even wound your pride;
You are untouchable.

— The End —