Thick, warm, fuzzy air
Radiates against your skin, making you want to doze off
You sit on the front of a low red car that looks another era, leaning on the glossy hood.
I want to put your lips on mine
The world feels yellow, and orange.
It's as if clear smoke has filled the air
My eyes are dimmed through thick sunglasses, my body absorbing the warmth through jeans and a small black shirt
I'm in a lucid daze
Looking at you through a curtain of straight black hair, not bothered to move it from my face.
You're eyes the crisp refreshing blue in a world tinted amber
Like fresh water, so cooling as I gaze in them.
Like a spray of water on your back
After hours of sunbathing
We sit there
We say nothing
We take in the sun
We don't need anything else
a breath of fresh air
a lone swan's quill
let fall, takes flight
carpe diem ―
across the water,
the shallow peace
on a lake in the wood
a wild feather's
the steeping silence
the true nature
wilder – ness
skims the skinny waters
seeking their own level;
leaving no trace
of ever being containable
like a breath of fresh air
touching in the
conscious moment ―
a gentle passing breeze
arousing a rogue gust
01 June 2018
Thank you for stopping to read my soul scribbles :)
and for once; she said:
"I can breathe.”
and darling; it was all because of you.
Alysia Marie 2016 ©
This man and I haven’t seen each other in quite a few years, but he’s always in my heart. If only I can muster up the confidence to tell him how I feel.
to expose the
Nothing to hide
as the warm water
flows over me.
Watching as regrets
disappear with the suds
down the drain.
Cleansed of the past.
Ready to start a new day.
They pretend they're cultured,
But really they're coarse,
Their glittering marriage,
Heads for divorce,
So she'll take her offspring,
Back to Bel-Air,
With its deep, blue blood,
And its bright, red hair,
And its lovely skin,
A diversity brown,
And where Donald will give it,
A gold plated crown.
The wind was gazing through the window
Curtains dancing in the night
Blowing away my biggest sorrows
Waking a feeling deep inside
Never had I felt more alive
Then right there on my well aged bed
Not even thinking about the things
The things that I had never had
‘Cause while outside the wind was storming
Inside it brought me genuine grace
Stayed in this dark room way too long
Until the fresh breeze touched my face
You were a breath of fresh air during a humid hot day.
One where if you ran too long it would take a few painful minutes to catch that oxygen into your lungs again, a day where sweat seemed to build up in places you had yet to discover.
Yes, you were that breeze that made my hair lift off of my shoulders and bounce all the way to my ears.
You made me feel light and peachy.
But then I realized that you were the one adding all of the extra weight.
You balanced off the scale every once in a while to make it seem like you weren't holding me down by the shoulders.
You tricked me into thinking I was smaller than I really was so I felt vulnerable and trapped.
Made me think the world was too big for me to explore.
You made me think I would get lost.
Made me think I was lost.
Maybe I am lost,
That could be on me.
I want to find you.
I want you and I to be happy.
And it may seem silly that I do feel this way.
But I miss being able to breathe, and I miss seeing you every day.
I rather have that weight on my shoulders, even though it felt like a ton.
It kept me down on my feet, made sure I didn’t run.
You made me think I would get lost.
Now look where I am.
I feel so small, and I know it may be my fault.
But I want you to know I don’t resent you at all.
You can always talk to me if you need some fresh air.
You can forever come to me, I’ll always be there.
forgive love miss
We are more than
What we etch in
Collections of breath.
For even though every
Sentence has a mortality
Every word that's repeated
Gives it a breath of
Always let your vocalizations
Be voiced to others so that
They never expire.
But are a fresh breath
For every breath you take
A flower blooms
In the day it opens its petals
At night it's blessed by the moon
Trapped by its stem
Longs for a bee
True beauty comes not in the color of a flower
But its desire to be seen
Haven't written a poem like this before. Unprivated this, i kinda hated it, but i guess it held some worth
I can hear a lawn
mower , someone’s cutting grass
Spring will be here soon
:) inspired this morn x
pink ash rose dress
The water fresh
The water fresh
Her **** flesh
The water fresh
Five in the morning
the world has
the early morning air
pure and untouched
against my skin,
within my lungs.
This is air
that the events of the day
have yet to fill;
it is a blank canvas,
whispering its request
to my soul:
for art to be
born, and painted
across its timespan.
Written at 5 o'clock in the morning.
You smell like love
The scent of arousal with a hint of ****
Desire of an unknown perfume
You taste like ***
A taste that will last forever
The flavor fresh when my face slipped inbetween your legs
You felt so wet but was as sweet as honey
My hand feeling every inch of your body
Fingered inbetween your virginity
You sound like heaven
Your whining intoxicating like poison
Your voice seductive as it gets
You felt swift as you showed me the woman in you
Riding your hips gliding without hesitation
You felt innocent and naive as I guided your hips
You loved the taste of me thrusting into you
Crying out my name your face filled with pleasure and ****
You love the flavor of me going further than before
You drowned in my attention relished it
Hungered for it you were lit up by my infatuation
You felt a hot spark and electric energy that sent tingles to the very center of you
You just made love my dear
Golden, flaky, and so crisp
Layers of flavour
Lemon, honey, cinnamon,
tangy syrup drips
chopped walnuts, almonds,
whipped cream crown
Sixth Epulaeryu! ^-^
Hope y'all ain't getting cavities from my poems lool.
I love baklava! Especially when it's made fresh!
My wounds are like a canyon
But Your love is like an ocean
Filling it up
My filth is like a mountain
But Your grace is like fresh snow
Falling over it
My rage is like a fire
But Your power is like a hurricane
Blowing it away
a chemical cocktail spills from your lips
your tongue drips pure moonshine
table varnish leaks on the floor
i've been polishing for hours
can't get it clean, can't get clean
i scrub harder until my skin is red
and blood blemishes the rug nearby
my friends are the beams of sun
that show ashes in the air
i don't want to breathe it any more
i feel it scrape inside my lungs
wanting to get out and escape
white powder, lines of dust
and little pills that keep me sedated
my nose scrunches at the smell
of strong ozone and the taste
of metal forming in my mouth
while ironing out radiation particles
wondering where it all went so wrong
Even though my heart still beats the hurt through my veins,
All we can do is try and try again.
The sun whispers in to my skin;
"Everything will be okay,
Today is a new day."