"brigher" poems
I don't know how I could tell you I love you,
because everything --
every word, every phrase,
will never be quite enough.
Even the words themselves --
I love you --
seem small, despite how much
emotion they may carry.
I suppose I'll try my best to tell you,
with the littlest words,
the littlest phrases,
all blended into one,
just like a painting on a canvas.
My love for you burns
with the intensity of a thousand
suns.
This phrase in particular
is about as close as it will get.
Except... even this,
with it's beautiful words
and deep meaning,
isn't enough.
My love for you burns
with the intensity of
a billion
suns, stars, lights, planets;
shines brigher than all the
electricity, all the light
that is ever produced.
I love you more than
all the flowers in May;
roses, sunflowers, dasies,
tulips,
and how they seem to
be greeted by the sun
and corrupt from underneath
the moist, earthly soil.
I love you more than
the color of the sunset;
blended shades of
ravishing reds,
outstanding oranges,
and bright yellows,
even some pinks
and purples
that appear as twilight
comes near.
I love you more than
all the words in the whole
world combined
into one, huge
mass of crumpled paper,
dented words,
and broken dreams.
I love you more than
the feel of the beach;
of the miles and miles
of ocean and moist sand;
more than the foam
that grips my toes
or the cool feel of the water
on my body;
more than the sun as it
smiles down upon my skin,
and the way it makes me glow.
When I tell you I love you,
I do not lie,
although it is still
a complete understatement
of what I truly feel inside.
This feeling --
this burning desire to always
be around you,
for your hand to be entertwined
with mine, for your arms
to embrace me tightly;
this feeling of being *high
off of love* --
is a feeling that cannot
possibly be described;
no matter how hard
one may try.
What they say about love
is true --
it can make you do crazy things.
But no situation
will ever seem crazy,
because I have a valid
reason:
You.
a.m.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 12:26 PM UTC
archaic lands
heavy sands
the worlds gotten by so long
on so little
so why dont we?
the sun never asks for seconds
or steals the stars
to shine brigher
just like the moon never complains about sharing its light
its a fight or flight
kind of world weve made
this is mine
I found it first
its only a dollar
whats a few more hurt?
all of these things
blind us and bind us
til noone can find us
not even ourselves
yet we cling to the stuff
the this's and that's
because they define us
remind us
of who we are
or want to be
maybe if we set that free
we'd meet ourselves for the first time
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 10:37 PM UTC
Sometimes,
Even the prettiest flower has it's days.
Sometimes the wind begins to be too much
Ruffling it's petals.
Not every day can be a pretty day,
Whether it be a rose, or a daisy.
Sometimes the sun can be hard to find in plain view.
Standing in watch, patiently waiting.
Sometimes hours, days.
Sometimes that feeling of regret sets in,
Those negative thoughts that seemingly come out of nowhere.
Still it isn't deterred.
Patience is Key
As a brigher day is closer than you think
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC
It starts with a nibble, a pinch, a tap.
Building, creating shivers of sensation.
Slaps that create warmth on heat.
Arching slowly into it, urging on.
Redness glows brigher still.
Thud!
Hard against soft.
Repeating ripples of force.
Breath is heavy, heart is fast.
The beat is steady, but building.
Reinforced by firm grips, somehow comforting.
Gripped harder. Struck firmer.
Crack!
Sound ringing in the ears, but bearly heard.
Each sting brings warmth,
Flooding through the brain.
Burning ******
This is love
This is release.
A word is called.
Silence.
Reasuring whispers are echoed.
Hands that were so recently harsh become gentle ripples.
The softness of another so close, so loving.
A smile, a tear, a word of thanks,
For the release so needed.
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
when i first looked in your eyes
it was a galaxy of stars
shining brigher than ever before
when i first talked ,
i felt the heaven's just got me an angel
as perfect as a broken heart
when i first smiled ,
he just couldn't stop smiling
froze me and threw my self away
when we first kissed
It felt like the whole world just melted
and we stood above all stronger
when we first walked
hand in hand
none of us knew where we stood
but kept believing like it was forever
when we first broke apart ,
i knew there be no more a galaxy
but just a dark sky above me
Then when i first cried,
I realized it had always been only me
loving someone who didn't love me
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 3:56 AM UTC
Sometimes in relationships,
our love defeats our lust;
But sometimes not.
Sometimes in relationships,
our peace is kept by trust;
But sometimes not.
Sometimes in relationships,
we each to each, are hurt and held and healed.
Sometimes in relationships,
we share our heart and mind;
But sometimes not.
Sometimes we are lost lovers, our lives blaze with brigher burst of passion; Sometimes we are best friends, we balance with compassion;
But sometimes not.
Sometimes we are up-in-arms night and day, our battles are fought and won;
Sometimes we are at-loose-ends, and struggle to be one;
But sometimes not.
Sometimes we are with others, together we entertain family;
Sometimes we are you and me;
Two is good company;
But sometimes not.
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 3:43 AM UTC
The light burned bright
As it burned through the night
And that light burned brigher than the brightest light
And the night wailed as the light burned brighter
And the night fled from the burning light
But the night will never stop
For the light will dampen and darken
And the night will return to darken the land
Only for the light to burn bright and shine the night away
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 9:20 AM UTC