I want to fall into myself - to leave should’s, must’s, and need to be’s scattered inconsequentially in my wake. I want to dive deeply - to loosen my shoulders, relax my arms, and slacken my griping fingers. I want to uncoil my imagination - to revel in a crystal night sky, a cool breeze, and a pink moon rising. I want to meet the nomad - solitary, suspended in a sky-borne playa, and blazing a trail to infinity.
'In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion.'
- Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays
I am not sure how to fix what's been broken
Scared I lose another piece of you with each word spoken Everything I don't or do seems to never be right When I try to figure out the reason we just fight How many poor decisions can I possibly make Before my ****-ups are too much for you to take? Afraid if I loosen my grip you'll slip away and disappear But the harder I clutch the less you want me near
Oh the irony
I clung to hope,
but it was to tight to loosen. I swung silently in despair.
Moment by moment,
As the moon brightens! the miles melt, In a fire unknown, the dew drops swelt. Desires deepen as the dusk darkens, The eyes tell all The hope revives! The signal sent by the series of sighs, Fans the faint flames, Be mine! Arousing the long laid back longing, Says the intoxicating evening! A carvan of dream passed the past night, The setting sun says, "Realize it tonight!" Let's loosen the string! Enchanting evening, makes the hearts sing, Forgetting everything,
Sunset on full moon night
Arouse the passion.. One odd romantic poem i could write...haha
loseen the grip
that's in your finger tips wrapped around your neck for it can not take back the words you never said in your head loosen the tape that binds around your irregular waist for it won't mold your shape deep enough to change the state of your breaking heart loosen the chains that have been broken from your ankles instead of holding them in place with your unforgiving hands loosen me until i am free enough to fall at your feet
When love hits two people
It's far beyond their capacity It's not a choice. Like God, bored in his kingdom, Ordered the angels To stitch them together As one piece of fabric Through thick and thin. Then the Devil, jealous of such union, Does his best to set them apart again. He tries loosening the threads, Uses scissors to rip them. He even makes little unnoticeable holes Just to damage the cloth. But they must be smart They must see through his villain attempts At spoiling the embroidery of love God sewed on the cloth of their heart. They must resist. Sometimes they do Sometimes they don't. F. Z.**N
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