Your love was like the buzzing of bees in the summer I used to run from the rain, but if only I could stay Under your stormy love, or inside your fireplace arms Now that you're gone, I sit quiet And I watch the lightnings eye naked Delighting of every and each illuminated trait It hits me in the same way, and I pray to believe That the bruises you left are enough to make me feel alive Parti sous la pluie.
I still run, I still hide But there's no getting away from the light The light that burns ever so deep I just wanted to be free But got caught by pride, now I'm terrified
I was told I needed a sacrifice A sacrifice to stay civilized, how could that be? A moment ago I was on the grind Now I'm blind, blinded by those that be They just sit there, smiling happily I was stupid and deprived Now I'm just another person whos been victimized Terrorized Utilized I don't apologize, It's what I wanted I'm now a god, totally idolized
Good things come to those who are wicked So don't pray for me and don't demonize me Remember, I didn't just fall I leapt So worship me Maybe then you'll be my favorite And become Illuminated.
Once upon a full moon, An immortal soul escaped it's vessel. Illuminated by moonlight, Whisps of the spirit gracefully glided down the eye of a rabbit hole, swirling through the sphere of Life and Death, caught inbetween their reflection of each other. Their voices harmonized like a pious gospel- the word of God. The soul asked them to lay her down at the bottom of infinity, where there's a cave of every dream ever conceived, Appearing as fog on a horizon of memories, spread across the sky like prophetic constellations.
a girl with a mind like a tunnel somewhere amidst a winding mountain road quiet and familiar the tunnel calm and inviting
as his headlights approach from the distance particles of light start finding their way inside the tunnel less dim with every heartbeat until everything is illuminated within fractions of a second his headlights span out into every corner and every crevasse and brings every brushed away memory into full view warmly embracing every hidden secret and for a moment the tunnel becomes unnaturally bright the kind of bright that makes you squint your eyes and hold your breath and dig the tips of your fingers into the foam of your steering wheel but you don't get afraid because your eyes adjust before the fear sets in and when your eyes do adjust you forget that it's ever been dark at all and you feel as though this light can last forever but our eyes can only handle so much light
now he's approaching the exit and his headlights are reaching out beyond the arch of the tunnel far into the thick woods and towards the mountain tops as he passes through on his way to some final destination and he never even thought to stay
so cherish the very last seconds and cherish every fraction of his beautiful bright light before the tunnel goes dim and everything is quiet and all that is left is a numbed pain the kind of pain you feel when your pupils dilate so fast they hurt
. I wrote this poem over six months ago, not long before I met the most loving, cheesing, kick-*** guy, with his bright mind and beautiful soul and I keep thinking... finally. a man who thought to stay. .