#readbetweenthelines
In the quiet space,
Between chapter three and four.
For now, there’s magic
Between these lines.
A point that is
Often ignored.
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 3:44 PM UTC
Immovable, my hatred towards you for leaving.
My feelings are a thing of the past, so are you.
In case you're wondering, I never fixed the clock after the outage.
Sitting here staring at the blinking 10:32 at 5:03 AM, I hate you.
Something in common we have: we need fixing.
Yet we keep blinking and staring, waiting to stop hating you.
Out there, do you think of me as her head lays on your chest?
Unchanging, my mood is as I look at old photos but...
So what?
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC
Dewy grass in the morning
sun and I'm laying in it with
you.
The flowers in the weeds
seem much happier than we
are.
The roses have wilted in our
hearts and our love's soil is
no good.
Just say that you love me
If not truthfully then just
for me.
Patience is insanity. Love is
destruction. But after all of this
thinking and loving
you're
still my only. And I beg
you, my love, don't
just
make me wait for such
an exciting,
beautiful chaos.
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 5:49 PM UTC
My walls are crumbling,
My world shakes,
And Shatters in shards;
The stones they fall,
Raining down on my dreams,
As I find my throat and scream.
I thought of you today,
Of how you hurt me,
Of how I left you.
The days we loved,
And when I cried;
The days we stayed away,
When I could finally find my smile...
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 2:04 PM UTC
In the head of a beautiful eclectic creature,
Tainted thoughts and black spots,
Disconnected synapses and brain damage.
Honey dew on my fingertips,
Mystical shores of her mind,
Twisted vines with thornes and puddles of water sinking me into her wonders.
Eternal life,
Wandering eyes,
Excusing my hands because they just wanna touch,
They just wanna feel.
Living on the edge of her cliff waiting to jump into the warm liquid that is her.
Tasting like water in its purest form,
It's contagious,
She's contagious to me.
I'm sick but her poison is the only cure,
The only elixir that will make me feel sober when I'm lifted,
Touching the sky that's in her eyes,
Don't mind me I'm high.
White,
Green,
Pink,
Blue,
Smoke and music that's nothing new.
My addictive behavior has me enticed,
My sense are heightened,
I'm elated,
I'm faded,
Fading in and out of reality.
She,
Won't let me be but I can't leave her alone,
Her presence is my home.
That scent is refreshing,
Like freshly cut grass,
Beautiful as stained glass,
It's immaculate to me.
When I was introduced to her,
She changed who I am,
Took over my life,
She's my wife,
I put her first even when she's wrong and I'm right.
She takes my money and my time,
Ages better than wine.
Purity in its most innocent form,
Safety and comfort in her arms.
Now without further ado,
Let me introduce you to,
My everything,
My main thang,
Mary Jane.
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
the absence of heart is not the absent of mind, dot dot dot read between the lines
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 6:17 AM UTC
Our emergence
from a world of sin
was an awakening
from an induced oblivion.
The animating principle
springs forth like the
shaping force we've
been subject
to first hand,
not in
utter
naivety,
but
on the
shoulders of
a
newfound Glory!
Something profoundly imbued,
before which our imaginable Nature
did quiver as tho surprised or confused:
But those first affectations,
those deep meditations,
in all actuality, are the landmarks and
monuments
we love so adoringly.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC