"sacchrine" poems
Counting each petal as it falls
For each is entirely
their own delicate fragment of beauty
If only I could admire them all
Their candy sweet, summer born perfume
someones turned the lights on again
my life simply, smoothly resumed
Looking back, I dont know how I could ever live a life so consumed- in anything but the blushing pearly hues that form so subtly as each magnolia bud begins to bloom.
I could sit here forever with you.
and enjoy every single one of your treasures
if you'd allow me to.
I want to get lost in you.
For lovely, there's a little piece of magic
in everything you do.
You've got me under a spell with the way your lips move, or the way your throat purrs when you sing me your lullabies and blues.
Small paradise, outside the old family house, beneath the sacchrine flowered tree
It's so beautiful to be in love with you
So beautiful, that you're in love with me.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
Painful stabbing of saccharine
Are not words that describe me
I hope you find love in the right places
Because this seems like a grasp of bitterness
Towards me
And it's not fair
I wouldn't want to leave you impaired
Only you can heal yourself
Let my ink dry onto the paper
Let me circulate a special girl's water vapor
Don't attempt to taper
My flavor
In the literary ice cream truck
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 11:15 PM UTC
His magnetic ocean orbs
Uniform a pulchritudinous corbina
The sapphire and lapiz mix
Parellel falling into a piscena
His arms enveloping me
As we repose into the twilight
We never felt more free
Then I a lady, and he my knight
His charismic, enlightening smile
Parents, nowhere in sight
Living a life of sacchrine exile
Just him, myself, and the moonlight
Fireworks alluminate the sky
As we sit in gentle silence
That night on the 5th of July
Eyes glittering like diamonds
Fuming in bittersweet envy
Is the man in the moon staring down on us
My head on his shoulder lying gently, he stares
Feelings of jealousy, for our everlasing love
Our spirits in perfect concord
Shadowing all that we are
The owls cooing harmlessly
Akin the beating of my heart
Sitting beneath that willow tree
On a bench on the precipice
Where we first fell in love
Beneath those branches, pendelous
The waves beating softly
Gripping the sandy shores
Those stones kicking up the water
That crashed against them evermore
The salty scent of the of the breeze
The aquamarine surges
That span accross the ceaseless seas
Our eyes flickering to the night surfurs
The glittering, flamboyant stars
Begging for our attention
Yet nothing can rip our gaze apart
Both our heartbeats in suspension
His hand grasping my chin
Imploring to my tainted lips
His soft ones beseeching to meet mine
Pledging unity in sealing our first kiss
No god above us
Could tell us we were wrong
No hell that awaited us
Could end this siren song
The melody of our everburning souls
Merging into all that we ever were
Nothing could stop our torrid passion
On that Rode Island cliff, above the shore
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 1:04 PM UTC