Harri 13h
Falling asleep

With your
                 Hand
                         In
                             Mine.

I think this might be heaven.
Haleigh 5d
Hashtag my soul away, so many can see it
I’m waving my hands saying hey look at me
Posting pics, statuses and videos
Can’t do it quietly
I want them all to See
Envy me and make me their fantasy
A few likes on this post is not enough
I deserve to get liked like I’m roylaty
adore me while you stare at the pictures
I spent hours cropping, adding more filters to guard my insecurities
Before I hashtag it, I dress it with perfection
Cut out any ugliness, clean up the mess
Show the world purity
because if they see the negative
their words will expose my insecurities
Behind this screen I found a secured me
That is the side I only want them to see
So I hashtag popular tags so they can all see
The better side of me
SC Kelley Aug 12
I write about the stars too much.

I blame you.

Eyes holding galaxies in sweet captivity.

That starstruck feeling when you look at me.

Lips that taste of constellations.

Ecstacy of cosmic proportions.

Words drawing me in like a black hole.

Your body, like a goddess swimming in stardust.

Accidental perfection parallel to the Milky Way.

Your laugh as bright as a thousand supernovas.

Heart made of stars, filling the space in my own.

I write about the stars too much.

But really, I just write about you, far too much.

~S.C. Kelley
For My Love
wolf Aug 11
perfect your artistry
and die young-
the legacy
of a goddess
Lyn-Purcell Aug 9
Imagine living a scripted life,
perfect image, born and
paid
Stress.
SC Kelley Aug 9
You are indescribably beautiful.
More than your breathtaking smile.
Or the way you looked at me with those gorgeous brown eyes.
You are beautiful in this supernatural way that makes me yearn for an explanation.

It is such a beauty that makes me feel complete.
A tremendous burst of euphoria and bliss just by the thought of you.
Your bewitching emanation that makes my soul electrify.
As if we were split in a damned world to search for one another.

Your immense beauty that is far beyond the physical.
It makes me suffer in the most amazing way.
Forces me to watch every careful step,
To not shatter the perfection of a thousand lifetimes.

A beauty that makes the world seem brand new and brilliant.
You make the flowers bloom fuller,
The grass greener,
And the birds sing finer.

You are the deity my heart has struggled to search for,
The divinity my soul has craved,
And the magnificence I have only dreamt of.
Your presence makes this life hold a more significant meaning.

You are the loveliest being,
I have ever had the pleasure of sharing an existence with.
You cause this intoxication in my very soul,
And make my heart skip every beat in the most tremendous way.

You have brought new meaning to my life.
Things that were once a blur now makes sense.
You have given love "at first sight" a true meaning.

~S.C. Kelley
For My love
SC Kelley Aug 9
You’re like a storm.

But in the best and most beautiful way.

The kind of storm that happens all of a sudden on the most average of days.

You’re like a hurricane coming into my life and tearing away the ugly grey buildings and leaving only the green freedom to overgrow my heart again.

Like a thunderstorm that pours out love filled raindrops to fill my soul and grow back the childlike happiness that's slowly been deprived of its pure ecstasy.

Like the tsunami-sized tidal waves that wash away my lost ambitions and filthiness.

A blizzard that whitewashes my view with your unmistakable perfection and pulchritude.

The flash flood that appeared into my life at the snap of a finger and since that death-defyingly moment my love for you has only grown.

You’re the faultless storm that has taken my heart, life, and soul into steady hands and locked them all within yourself.

Since then, I’ve never looked back and never will.

You’re the perfect storm.

~S.C. Kelley
For My Love
Daniel Aug 8
Sanity is like perfection
Each word shares a common misconception
Sanity is what we call normal
Perfection is how we view the greater world
Idealism led to these terms to stay
As the ‘sane’ conformed it led the ‘insane’ astray
It led the ‘perfect’ to rise and the ‘imperfect’ to fade

Although in truth these terms prove false
Yet they pester the mind and agitate the soul

To be sane is to be abnormal
To be perfect is to be impossible
Hashtag my soul away, so many can see it
I’m waving my hands saying hey look at me
Posting pics, statuses and videos
Can’t do it quietly
I want them all to See
Envy me and make me their fantasy
A few likes on this post is not enough
I deserve to get liked like I’m roylaty
adore me while you stare at the pictures
I spent hours cropping, adding more filters to guard my insecurities
Before I hashtag it, I dress it with perfection
Cut out any ugliness, clean up the mess
Show the world purity
because if they see the negative
their words will expose my insecurities
Behind this screen I found a secured me
That is the side I only want them to see
So I hastag popular tags so they can all see
The better side of me
Freddie Ruiz Aug 3
Beauty seems to be more noticeable when your mind is calmed.
Like the earth and all of creation seem to come in focus to you
and the movements of a woman as she walks and the sound of her voice
seem to travel off and echo in your ears like a beautiful song,
and reminds you of a past love
that is long gone.

I tend to zone out when thoughts begin to clash in my mind
and religion becomes a harder concept to grasp.
Loves from the past tend to come to mind
and the same movie plays and rewinds.
Had feelings for them, but in the end it the case was the same,
as my lust for another could not be tamed.

I don’t wanna mention her name
but for the time being, I’ll call her Beth.
Beauty was her, but not something she’d claim.
An original work of art that would stand out everywhere.

A girl different from the rest of the girls.
A pure soul that would turn into sinful thoughts.
Intelligent conversations
would make you drift into fascination.

Taboo subjects
seemed like everyday subjects.
Conflicts against religion and carnal desires
seemed to be the only thing on my brain.
We were so different,
yet we were made for each other.
Though I knew we wouldn’t end up together,
I spent every day holding her forever.
Written on May 2, 2012
Composition number: 412
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