#andrewgelant
Words were frozen , bodies were were shaken
that night.
Words were spoken, none were taken in my
conscious mind,
the taste of tongue tempted and tingled my ego from the start
twisted tales we told formed tangents limiting my heart.
The heart, my heart is ductile when frozen by those words
my lips were stable, my brain and heart was in distinctive worlds.
Silent sounds were septic so were swimming thoughts that time
silver words were sold and my swelling heart was just a dime.
Speak to me with eyes
I'll listen with my lips .
Do not say a word because
your presence was the gift
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC
Violets of Violet colour reminiscing in the livelihood of the day, impossible to appear astrayed from each other as they live and grow, they may.
Each pigment of nature abandons each other at a time,
times which past but years go by.
With water and rays they might Persist In growing,
blindly they dying in their infertile habitat without knowing
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 8:25 PM UTC
Winds so strong and vast
-They're uncountable
Like the many times, for my faults
-I felt accountable
Drops of Flames are burning from the depths of my heart.
Blisters swell to its crest
Each time you'd depart
Be with me
'O see with me
-the greatness of my heart
Eyes so cold and violent like the zealots of the East,
Yet soft, emaculately structured like the
Purest angel's screach
See in me divinity I plead, don't praise me much
Take my hand and i'll caress you with my momentus touch
Be with me
'O see with me
-the greatness of my heart
Walk with me
To everlasting love and never part
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 8:07 PM UTC
As soft as the snow had felt
As cold as the depths of hell
Be her soul bound to a honeycomb
For all to see
With lips of silk and soul of milk
A deity she'd yet to retrieve
Surrounded by ones Shallower than the Iris of an eye
used to see the Iris of her innermost deepest disguise
The slowest speed is incomparable to the frequencies of her mind
Which flows like water gently inside
A part of her is a whole of you and even more from where it resides
Her charismatic flaws and rates of mysteries still coincide
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 8:10 PM UTC
The wind blows and I go with it
Your love flows simultaneously in an exhibit
Of heartbreaks and sounds
In which this bond seems to be bound
Your eyes define nothing
But your heart defines clouds
Of everlasting showers, above
Is where we will find our never-ending love
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 8:28 PM UTC
Polite?
Probably,
at least she's in for a cup of coffee
With her eyes still glaring at my iris
This heavenly aura is a potential crisis
Very polite?
Must be,
She's laughing at every possible thing
Like the fact that I was late
To my loving yet cold fate
Into Me?
Most likely not,
She's the one of the fairest I couldn't of begot
Ten digits shouldn't of been alot
For me to be impressed with my only shot
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 8:16 PM UTC
im glad, no im sad
Im missing you badly
Almost like a Bradley when he's not home but that's still happy
Because mostly he's underwater with his thoughts in abyss.
With my mind full of bliss I sit and I just
Conjure things, ponder things
Summon, yes im conjuring
Rotten feels like cotton in the fire
While it's burning..it's my feelings.
It's what I feel when I sit beside the jetty..or the beach.
Sometimes you just can't love the streets
In London at midnight
You just have to stay happy with what you keep
Because what you withhold is generally what you tend to be
A Reincarnation of the sea
Because of height and momentum Because of height and momentum
Makes the world a little dim
Makes it cold before it spins
Because of height and momentum And a little bit of gin
Makes you dim before you win
Floral soul Bleeding in him
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 8:22 PM UTC
Those Raisins are so sweet like the time you first giggled
And eyes like puree to my heart, which it craves
That crying effect when your throat kinda wiggles
Is part of the feeling that stays engraved
Willows cannot make the sound that co-exists with me In my mind
Because before my Eyes makes it hard to coincide
The feeling, the urge, the bitter love I gave
In storms, and rain and hail till today
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 8:12 PM UTC