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try believing in things that seem impossible and make them possible. be like peter pan and refuse to grow up. refuse to be sad. and when you are, cast it along with you fear and anguish out on me. i will eat it. i will devour it until it disappears and is gone. don't you get it? please think ******* this.
© 2013 Austin Stephenson
the best of your love is all i will ever want for,here on this earth. your's is unparalleled. keep me and i will keep you. i will keep your secrets and feed you mine. feast on my soul and i will devour yours. rest your voice on my shoulders and soothe my eardrums. our hearts, micro-fractured, are mending with our help and aren't we stronger than we realized? YOU BETTER START BELIEVING IN YOURSELF AS MUCH AS I DO OR YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME MAD. when things are difficult we can just kiss. and lets make lots of love since the world is short of it. we've day dreamed and pictured our love in the future for six straight months and i don't believe we've come up short at all. i love the smell of the inside of your house. you've become my house.
© 2013 Austin Stephenson
just create a path that lasts for me; please?
one that's made of pinks and greens.
one that splinters my soul like a carpenter his hands.
it's clear i'm fading and
it's clear i'm faded.
how more obvious can it be?
my heart is as equally shy as my mind.
so just make **** easy.
© 2013 Austin Stephenson
i fall in right beside you.
pretend to know more than i do.
we share the same interest.
we know nothing together.
you died for a while.
then i wept.
man i'm tellin ya,
we will make it to oregon.
we will shoot up and
hit on all the pretty girls
we are going to live on the beach.
aimlessly walk around.
aimlessly fall.
aim less.
© 2013 Austin Stephenson
time is not real unless you are an adult
monday ***** so bad sometimes i sleep under
tuesday's promise of money and dog food to
fix my lack of communication skills
© 2013 Austin Stephenson
Brush your hair off your pretty face
Now I can see you smile
Are you real?
Or a dream that's lost it's place?
My mind's been gone a while.
Everything you see is alive
You're only as deserving as your weakest side
I've flirted with crazy for too long,
I don't have it all under control.
Everything you see is alive
You're only as observant as your weakest eye
I wonder if our lives were meant
to be aligned
I know you will leave
when the sun comes up,
so I think of ways to keep the sun asleep.
I love the tangles in your hair
© 2013 Austin Stephenson
our home was a secret
secluded from the the carnival and lights.
an orphan ( like my mind ) and
stale on the
inside.
the center was
pitch black and hollow.
except for our warm bodies
harvested deep in the middle
there was no life to it.
just us
listening to
an abandoned machine
sing us a song
that'd make our dog
scarlet cry.
i like to believe that we
created a pulse
for our home.
a heart beat created by our
unsure of love
and
my trembling hands.
just enough to shield us
from the magenta moon.
© 2013 Austin Stephenson
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