"privelege" poems
you, my dear, have made me feel things i've only known of in dreams. for happiness, never existed in my reality. i think of you, and i can't help but believe in god's existence because who else could come up with someone as majestic as you are? you redefined words for me. you redefined life for me. and most importantly, you redefined love for me. my heart no longer aches of pain, no. my heart aches from missing you, missing someone i've not had the privelege of calling mine, yet.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC
Lover, I was never a creature of euphonious language, but, in the sincerest way possible, I want to trace the lines in your palms with my fingertips I could blindly transfer them onto paper like my native language; there is something that tells me that there are otherworldly creatures that breathe life into every speck of dust floating by your window in the early morning so they can be assured that every particle feels the blessing of seeing the loveliest of nonsense spilling from your lips in a low mutter; I have dreamt of a world where I am stringing harps with every word you said that I grabbed with my grimy hands and condensed into velvet strings and in this world I play you a melody and I do not tremble and you are immortal. However, I do not quarrel with this reality that is given to me, for I know that it is an honor to have been placed on this earth in the realm of your existence, to have the privelege to see the way the sun glows this new shade of warmth when it is bathing your shoulders — like a lover with kisses made of milky light, it kisses you into a divine sort of oblivion that I cannot help but envy and admire, I know we do not realize the true beauty of things until they are broken but I have haggled my soul to never see you crack, and God knows I would extinguish the flames behind my eyes so that they are reduced to low-burning coals, in the hopes that you and everything delicate that follows close behind will at least hover just beyond my grip, still not too close because I have always had trouble keeping a gentle grip on heavenly things and you are a piece of every form of divinity that I can bear to break down into fathomable thoughts; so, here I love you from worlds away — yes, from worlds away, I love you.
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
\he was like untocuhed snow;
cold, exciting, new, beautiful
and i was like a february sun;
explosive, dangerous, lying, false-
melting him until he disappears\
\he was different, yet the same,
i could see some strange light in his eyes,
and it excited me and scared me to death
at the same time\
\i still don't realize how his smile
brightened up my morning, and
made my day better\
\he was my one and only,
and even though i will never
get to touch his neck with my lips
and taste alcohol off his mouth,
at least i got the pleasure of being
in his presence and got the privelege
of him laying his eyes on mine,
being the reason for his smile\
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 8:05 AM UTC
I dreamt of you again last night
God, just leave me be
You had no privelege, no right
I don't want to see
Walking in, oh, what a sight
Please, don't make me plea
These nightmares become trite
But remember... You no longer own me
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 10:00 AM UTC
A sign of true nobility, they say,
Is to exit premature.
Denying the host the privelege of,
Showing you the door.
Scrutiny upon your leaving,
You're regarded a bit obscure,
But did she really want you to go,
And tell me are you quite sure?
Aug 10, 2010
Aug 10, 2010 at 4:33 PM UTC
they say that darkness is a nonexistent matter and is only the absence of light but what i know of is that darkness is consuming. it makes you whole with emptiness. makes you feel safe in your solitude. and solitude is not always peaceful if your mind is a universe of it's own. if your mind is at war with your heart. if your mind holds infinite chains of thoughts, no one's interested in knowing about, thoughts with no one willing to understand them. but for far too long, i've believed that what you cant change you should learn to accept. so in solitude, i was content or convinced myself to be..
i met you though, and let me tell you that no light can ever shine as bright as you do. and you don't just shine baby, you glow. you'd enlighten the universe with just half a smile and one glimpse of those eyes i adore. you'd eliminate the indifferences of this **** world with how your mind works and how your thoughts form. i've never known of sympathy and kindness before i knew of your existence because they've always been in the form of you. purity ceased to exist before you took your first breath, and with every breath you take this trait nurtures. and with the privelege of knowing you? i'd never welcome solitude again, never before you have a persons company felt so heart warming, so safe. i'd close my doors to darkness and despair and welcome all you bring with your existence from hope and optimisim. darling, words will never express enough but i'll write you daily if it'll help you love youself. for writing about you is always something i enjoy. i never believed in the concept of heaven until i met you, for angels need their imposing home. what have i done to deserve someone as beautiful as you are? and yes you're beautiful. i want this word carved into your thoughts. baby, poets spent ages trying to write something that can amount to your beauty and yet nothing can measure up. i love you, i really do.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 1:54 AM UTC
he was the one
he had the cosmics in his eyes
and magic in his touch
he smiled when he sighed
and his hands were a little rough
he was beautiful in a way
that it was a secret to those who knew him
and it was a privelege to say
that I know everything
he was the one
who had me running and hoping and praying to my phone
nervous and axious that he'd laugh at my stupid jokes
he was the one who saw me with no makeup on
and stayed up sleepy talkin' bout crazy things til' dawn
he was the one
who ripped me sore with betrayal of a different shade of lipstick on his stained white collar
he was the one who stitched me back with fake apologies
and since it wasn't quite genuine
I had splitted at the seams
he was the one
who made me understand
the heart of the silly, pathetic girls
I used to scoff at
he was the one
who taught me greed
that sometimes people want more than they need
he was the one
he was.
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
I know not my worth;
I am worthless.
I live only for pleasure;
And nothing worth less.
I know not my goals,
For one who has none,
No purpose or privelege,
Only but fun.
I know not my sins;
I'm sure there are many;
And to all my kin,
A drink for a penny,
Of thought; enough
Or to raise up a cup;
Forgotten, besotten,
Yet still I wake up.
Sep 20, 2024
Sep 20, 2024 at 7:08 AM UTC