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certifiednutcase Apr 2014
Maybe we're chemicals,
Because we've chemistry.

But then again,
It's not as though
Chemicals reacting
Could change anything
Other than the forms
That people see.

The forms change
But yet
What we consist of
Remains the same.

((Being in love doesn't mend a broken heart.))
Jessy Ivan Diaz Apr 2014
She touched my face with her fingertips,
slowly tracing it.

I felt how soft she was
as her hands skimmed my existence
and kissed me gently like I was something delicate.

She placed her lips on mine,
and I’ve never gotten so lost in a kiss.

All I remember after
was her breath against my ear,
a moan escaping her mouth.

I saw her eyes roll back,
and her back arched like a bridge.

She grabbed my hands
placed them on her skin,
when they landed I felt like Armstrong on the moon.

Maybe she’s my moon,
because when I look into her eyes
I feel my body sway back and fourth like ocean waves.

I love it when she pulls me against her body
and kisses me like she wants to be loved.

I slowly push back,
letting her know
that I will love her like the sun has for the last
300,000 billion years.

You’re a beautiful woman,
you deserve a beautiful life.
Jessy Ivan Diaz Apr 2014
I murdered chances more than three times,
and by definition I became a serial killer.

But how long can a monster reside inside my soul
before I forget that I’m human?
How many more chances must I get
to feel something good?

But my targets never change,
she has to be vulnerable,
weak, and silent.

I try to be the creator
and destroyer,

I help build the foundation to a corpse half dead

become alive,
become strong willed
and strong physically,
and sometimes assist in creating
a voice like thunder.

But I fail to see that putting others before me doesn’t justify the “love” I feel for them. I am no better than the guy who will break your heart in your next relationship.

I **** more good than I create it,
I don’t live for you or I,
I live because the world has
given me reason too.

I feel the energy of death and life,
and I play with both
inside my body.

Yet I can’t keep my mind off of you
and hoping that one day you will see
that I’m Frankenstein's monster
and you’re my creator.

Demons are inside me
as much as angels fly overhead
Fires burn inside my ribs
and consume my belly.

I’m a psychopath
and a writer.

But I’m also a lover trying to mend hearts with pieces of mine.
Jessy Ivan Diaz Apr 2014
I love looking into your eyes only to see stars that light up
and glisten like an aurora over the northern hemisphere.

I see galaxies form at the palms of your hands that slowly cluster into a fist of love and anger,

red fumes intermixed with purple erode from your fingertips
and onto my orbit.

How beautiful it is to look into a constellation that is inches away from my face and to want to kiss it.

A universe at my sight and only
a touch away,
a look away,
a kiss away.

And I get so lost as I stare into her soul,
but she sits silently as words are carried in meteor showers.

Shooting stars light up in-between our bodies
and the tension is seen.
Fires burn inside our hearts and people gaze at us like we are cosmic,
and we might as well be.

They don’t know what it’s like to look into something beautiful and want to gaze at her for an eternity that we do not have.

And that’s the beauty about humanity,
being mortal.

Because I will never ever have someone come into my life and burn a spectacle of colours that I’ve never seen before.

This is a once and a lifetime thing.

And I’m so so happy.

Happy.
Jessy Ivan Diaz Apr 2014
We grew up being afraid of the dark because our parents told us monsters dwelled in the abyss that was the unknown.

so we grow up terrified of the darkness and we cried for help mid-sleep,

Dad or mom walking through the door telling us

"there isn’t anything here, try and get some shut eye"

if there isn’t anything here then why does it feel like there is?

why did you tell me that there are monsters that reside in the darkness.

why would you tell me that monsters are real?

through broken pieces in the walls i heard them roar,
pain and agony left their mouths and took hold on the walls and slowly crept into the darkest corners of the house.

were they the monsters i was afraid of?

Maybe it was a warning;
that I am the vessel for a demon that resides inside my bones.

God and the devil are raging inside me,
and i can feel them.

I grew wings when she kissed my cheek and told me i wasn't supposed to be afraid of the dark anymore.

That there was a sun inside my throat and when i smiled flowers grew where death took life away.

That roses bloomed inside her lungs and she could breathe again.

And i didn't know what life tasted like but when i kissed her lips i swear that it was better than watching the sun rise;

illuminating the sky in array of colours that only those who skip the idea of sleep ever witness.

there was a light that left her mouth whenever she said anything to me,
the kingdom of god was in her throat and i swore this was heaven.

Here I sit like a daisy soaking in the dew and tasting the rays of light that leave your smile,

and I can feel your teeth at my neck.

The monsters have subsided

I’m No longer afraid of the darkness,

I no longer fear the demons at my door step,

I’m not afraid anymore.

There is light within the empty bliss
that we fall for an endless amount of time,

Time,
something that is cherished or forgotten
but I learned that it exists as long as I want it to.

And we have lifetimes together..
Jessy Ivan Diaz Apr 2014
I asked my math professor if he knew what the equation was when two entities meet at a specific moment in life.

Is there a letter to substitute in for her name?

Or a number for the amount of time I spend with her.

Did the great elucid create any form of geometrical sequences that would

allow me to intersect the way life intertwined,

the way our hands intertwined.

I was clueless when it came to her,

being unable to justify what traveled faster

her voice against my skin
or light across the open space.

If I could write out a formula for the way our bodies melt, the periodic table would find a new element within.

What would our acronym be, what would our lives become if we solidify or become a gaseous state

Our atoms bouncing against each other’s hearts like the core of a star, matter weighing millions of tons that we orbit around each other like two galaxies connecting.

Yet illuminating the dead space like a Fourth of July only this is a firework burning for billions of years.

Two bodies,
hearts beating,
melting into one.

What will they write down in books about us.

What will they think when they start to study about our nebula's.

Were their hearts to empty,
or were they full of life?

Were they human?

— The End —