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
How radiant. A lovely sight Glowing in the bold sunlight. Love, peacefulness and mirth— Giving joy upon the earth. Sunflower. Unique you are. Your beauty radiates afar— Engaging the human race, As always, with a happy face. Lovely is the song you sing, Its heartfelt melody to ring. A song of beauty and of grace Lends expression to the face.
How charming is the sunflow'r— Adding zing to flow’r power.
Pain brings out the best in people And somewhere in between In the middle of good and evil Is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen She radiates on golden airwaves Among the valleys of time And halfway down heaven's stairway She blows your doubtful mind
There's dishonesty in honest men Somewhere beyond the grave And when they get lost in it There's no woman they can save If falling for you is wrong Then I don't want to be right Sing with me, uncertainty And stay with me tonight
A calm and cool breeze Passes through the leaves of the trees, Persuading the branches to sway, Like algae in a turbulent sea. Without a cloud in the pale blue Arizona sky, The sun radiates down-- hot and glaring. It reflects off the shiny paint of the cars around me, Illuminates the brown mountains in the distance. And magnified through the thick lenses of my glasses, It blinds my sensitive eyes. The surrounding sempiternal desert Is so clear and sharp, That no one nor nothing can hide (With the exception of the beings who can blend, And despite my tiring efforts, I am not one of them.) The nearest Creosote bush Eminates of the smell of water, As it passes through a hose. I am instantly transported back home Where sand is replaced by grass and plants That require regular watering to survive. When I close my eyes I can see The illusion of a waterfall, created by the uncoiling hose As it ejects tepid water for us to traverse. But upon unveiling my windows, I allow the sandy landscape to ******* into my soul And I am brought back to the present Where life subsists, illogically, Through a dearth of water, and inordinate sun.
You know that type of hurting that radiates through your whole body sending pulses of needle sharp pain through you making your fingers and toes throb yes that's the kind of pain I felt when I saw you again
They are not talking to you they are in you in each flow of your blood in every inch of your bones
the dissonance! the abstract! the lack of discipline!
it showers beaut it radiates power push your existence through this like what it is, an existence, known as ever since the depression cut the chain get rid of the tie embrace your persona light the candle and dance to this:
The moment you slowly sink into a set of perfection is just The moment you dissolve into the motion of indefinite silence.
I never felt like kissing another person like this It is like I am searching Searching for your warmth Searching for the enclave that I can rest my body I want to caccoon myself in your love And I pray to God that my love radiates off of me and your skin will absorb it I am crossing my fingers in hope that I finally found a good one I want this love to be successful
2 years later . . . it was all a joke I never loved him. He loved to sit in his depression while he thought I was just a poor foreign girl- child. **** THAT
Fake A world prewritten She planned on being unscripted Her world is now unpredicted She still knows someone else is in control Depicted Still a hope of making her own decisions Yet there is nothing told Destination unfolds Still not powerless She radiates greatness in a self-consciousness way Expectance is decayed Now only false hope and a piece of paper save the day
You make my soul blush You make my heart sing Your spirit is incomparable
You are an intoxicating human being in the best and worst of ways just the way you talk makes me want to listen to everything you have to say watching each word drip from your lips like untainted honey
You can make the mundane beautiful I remember when I made you laugh for the first time I don't even remember what I said but I'll never forget how it made me feel for a moment I felt like the most important person in the world it was then when I knew you were special
You possess a extraordinary spirit filled with an undefeated joy for life and all that lives and a heart made of gold that radiates for the world to see never stop trusting it
she collects thought like seed pods blown into untidy hair by the four winds that whisper her silenced name. her thoughts are precious black pearls in forgotten oysters, washed up on a beach somewhere- and sometimes just as dark- shining in the heat of Summer Sun's reflecting glare. not unlike a deer in the headlights of an absent father's old station wagon. and she is as broken as the hoof-cracked windshield; spider webbing radiates through the glass as sharp on the edges as her mind. coke bottle specs with glass unbreakable hide brilliance or perhaps underscore it. existence is itself division from everyone else. she reads Tolkien by the empty light of the distant moon and words fill up leftover spaces. in her face is the great face of flower children and sunlight muted in the evening hours spent dreaming up a life better spent
Love Such a complex concept Am I loved? Do I love? What is love?
I dream of a love that consumes me that is pure and genuine that makes me feel appreciated and that doesn't belittle me I want a love that is bigger than reason that comes naturally that overcomes all obstacles and that strikes like lightning I long for a love that resembles the sun that radiates independently of choice that makes me want to love myself and that doesn't come with conditions A love that allows me to grow be who I want to be and doesn't bruise me
Love Such a complex concept Am I loved? Do I love? I think I know what love is And it's not this
I have split from feeling I’m now damaged beyond repair Please don't look for it or try to feel it Its numb and translucent even for me Like an atmosphere only I carry around Thick and hard to breath in Not much of love gets through Just the bare minimum But yours finds a way in Your happiness radiates And fills the little space i have So just stay by my side Even if you’re not facing me So that at least it all feels alright
I used to write poetry. write about feelings I’d never known before. but now that I experience them, the emotions once foreign to me, I realize they’re nothing like I imagined.
I thought my heart would pour words onto paper, overflowing with an uncontrollable joy. but instead it’s soft and steady. a warmth that radiates calmly across my chest. it’s simple and it’s comfortable.
now that I know what this feels like, it’s as if I’ve lost my vocabulary, forgotten how to write. because the only thing on my mind is this feeling you give me.
this is a poem for the little poetess who sings through the day like a yellow-feathered finch and spills honeysuckles from her mouth to those who do not deserve them, the hopeless romantic who wears her heart on her overalls and speaks her mind just in case somebody hears her, the silly girl who welcomes winter and radiates warmth through her fingertips as if her touch alone could thaw the world.
I met a girl in black cotton top and blue jeans Her curly hair danced windward her bare feet kissed earth. In a beach park — she was in a sea of children and her skin shimmered under noontide sun. The calm blue she wore was tight —It revealed her curvature. I walked to her and i said hello and uttered “black radiates more heat to your body” but why do you wear? she said it is the color of her skin And her best color. The blue is the color of ether’s visible floor —the blue sky of Venice. What she said made me asked her for her time “may we meet another day” I really want to know people that see Themselves as art. Melanin and sun and all See how i fell. I want to know you more dear fair heart In a quiet night with soft breeze by food and candles and To birth goodbyes with a Peck of crimson lips Under moon halo.