~Your hugs leave lasting impressions that I can feel hours after we touch~
its the lightening strikes in the dead of winter
snaking down my spine its every blistering wind howling in the night
there's still one and a half months left
Some of you think that I write quite sad.
Some of you think that I need therapy. Some of you think that my life is bad. Some of you think that I am not happy. I don’t really care what you think cause’ you don’t know what I have been through. I don’t really care what you know cause’ I know it’s a puzzle and you have no clue. Some of you think that I am broken inside. Some of you think that I am in depression. Some of you think that I need to hide. Some of you think it’s a false impression. I don’t really care what you think cause’ I am happy and blessed wherever I am. I don’t really care what you know cause’ you know nothing and I don’t give a ****.
they’re the easiest to remember paying attention to the first impression how about you? perhaps hearts vision & perception
I fell in love today
With olive tint on jeans With burgundy nails like wine Against subtle geometric gold Settled on delicate wrists I felt my fingers searching Reaching for soft tan hands To grasp and lead and dance with And arms like sugar cream To tumble into with playful delight... I fell in love with a vanilla laugh, Infectious and complete with Crinkled nose like autumn leaves (the echo still makes me smile) With chocolate eyes that glittered At everything they found And a mouth like parted petals Deserving of sunshine's kiss And a chin made for gently cupping And ears like seashells made to listen As I whisper, late at night, "You conjured love up at first sight."
I give people too much importance when I first meet them haha
But this girl was really something
You're an absorbent feature You reflector You question Retorting mirror Muse And a fiction One for a fight An impression from the night I collect the picture After all You are not easy on the eye You're powdered pate to heel In vague mistrust and effortless tissue white
That Glowing Eyes Back To Black Rims, Those Big.
Round Fair Face With No Flaws. Her Chin A Little Bend. Long Hair, That Crimson Thread To Her Waist. Oh Silly Ol' Me, She Isn't Mine.
Paint for me , in oil, on canvas
as I portray a lush meadow a curving stalk and at its top, refracting light a dew drop a rainbow of all colors Sketch for me, with charcoal, on paper as I detail the corners of skyscrapers shadowing long faces and short names distant relatives, familiar strangers emptiness as a landmark Color for me, in water, on water as I describe stretched all the way to the horizon the scents of a clear night and tear drops of pure moonlight like tadpoles in a puddle like whales in outer space Each one I'll take and balance on all principle axes bredth height depth I'll sit at the origin and 'till the end of time observe
..that I and only know
a turn you made I witnessed this (secreted from in your blind patch) You're secret was told in a single action ; a glance you made and I knew the guilty rotter that had made playtime ; the projection in your mental dreyings I put aside the impression observed that I may prey upon your company on some other chosen day