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softenedthe sky whispers,
ribbons of crystalline quiet,
same shade as the angel dust
you shivered every time we were
in the darkness, we were
sorry birds searching for
open dawns. you, the
swan, me, the
black as night and
just as hopeful.
and there were poems
written in your skin, universes
blooming in your hands; your eyes
were a December sunrise saving me
from any sleep.
I’ve decided that
people are a composition of
all their greatest memories—and you,
you were always the most
beautiful piece of
Two SoulsCould I touch a silent thought?
Could I know the colour of a word?
Could I hear the universe full of stars?
Could I hold the sea in my arms?
Could I stroke your voice?
Could I live in your heart?
A song never sung
A paper never drawn
A game never won
A man never loved
A flower that moves
A bird on my hair
A tree always blue
AirI want to lose myself
in an illogical need
I want to remember
how to breathe.
What is Air
if not you?
Pull Me ClosePull me close
Hold me tight
Tell me silently
That it’ll be alright
‘Cause when you’re near
I feel my heart beating,
When I see you
I feel alive,
When you hold me
I know it’s OK,
And I revel in feeling
The sound of you breathing
With your heart right next
The Mosaic and The Wanderer.Yes this whole has been beaten down, broken now in decrepitude.
Scattered, thrown here or there by wanders kicking loose pebbles.
A stranger strolls and sees a stone to keep for his own collection.
He didn't hear the rubble cry as another part of them is stolen.
That was the day the sky turn gray with a storm of unknown magnitude.
Flooding rain washed what pieces remained into a shallow puddle.
In sediment they settled, put back together by this muddy concoction.
As the day exsiccates a mosaic is made and a soul has been awakened.
A woman rises from the sand to search for a man, and the part of her he's taken.
He loves to stroll and walk alone, his thought always so bestrewed.
Wander, meander where time doesn't matter. He's tired of a constant dribble.
Remembering the trinket he reaches in his pocket, and is startled with a pulsing motion.
Pulling out hi
Condemned AloneI always fail in love;
No matter the man I'm with,
He will leave eventually.
My heart rarely smiles
Ripped apart like a curtain
Of memories that
Fades with morning light.
And if I put my trust in you,
Will I regret it, only time will know.
Inside, I seethe
In rage, crying.
Why am I built
To spend a
I'm not sure what to believe;
All these years exposed to lies,
I am filled with bitterness.
I am their puppet;
They reduce me to worthlessness
Incapable to thrive.
Too scared to leap beyond the moon
Where lovers reside in harmony.
Inside, I seethe
In rage, crying.
Why am I built
To spend a
Lesbian first kiss~laying together, on the bed.
Not touching, I go closer in
Snuggling into you a bit
I play with your cheek,
you play with my hair
I go closer and snuggle..
This time my head
is gently on your shoulder
You snuggle back into my neck
Looking at your face, then your eyes
Your eyes are looking at my lips
I gently grab your chin and lift
I can see your face in perfect view,
you get scared and look down..
I reassure you with a hug.
Look back into your eyes
grab your chin and kiss..
I can feel our lips tremble,
frightened; wanting more
Slowly but gently kissing
explosions of emotions
Beams of sweat on palms
We part away for a second
We kiss again with more confidence
touching each others bodies
stroking slowly, at each others curve
~Love~Love is like power
its strong but can only last so long...
Many people believe there is a red string connected with your soul mate
But strings can snap eventually...
Golden hearts connected together.
Then to rust and break...
love can make you happy and positive
but also sad and negative
very regretful too...
But pay close attention, you'll only get this once.
Pick your partner carefully.
They may just pick your forever..
Star-kissed SpineShe has this air about her
that I don't quite understand.
It's as if her spine is the night sky,
caressing the heavenly bodies
of the planets on her skin.
like that of a porcelain doll.
She is fishnet and lace,
black and white,
and all the in-betweens.
I'll take her star-kissed spine
and she can have my battered rib cage,
my sore, slow heart
if only she'll take them.
Desirable SweetnessSkin is so soft so sweet, for it melts in my mouth like chocolate, it makes me wonder if you have ever
Been in love before, for I am eager to know if anyone else has been able to taste your desirable churned
Sweetness, for it makes me quite jealous for someone else has touched you first, seeing your hidden
Away treasures when hearts flourish and beat as one, as the lights dim to see such gloomed pleased
Eyes in an embowered place, in which empowers the sweet aroma of the occasion, such sweetness
Haunts my very soul, and has relished in the faery power of my unreflecting love……
Snapshots of usthe grass doesn’t grow here;
it’s all picket fences and five millimetre lawns
but ours is a jungle, guarded by thorns
as we entwine, anchoring each other
sunshine bathed and blurry
with Narnia tucked behind the beehive
still we’d rather be nomadic than settle
(we are blinkered but bolting)
and smoke and mirrors have more substance than
this hushed hunting for the other shoe
and the lipstick stains on your collar
it feels a little incestuous
but we chose the second circle
and dark matter is a time-bomb, ticking
so I sink into you again (and again)
rooting for salvation beneath your husk
and hoping we’ll find right
rippleshow many ripples you can cause
in the ocean of someone's heart,
each person has a tidal system they must abide and sometimes,
(even though you know better than to fight the waves)
you can't help but fool yourself into thinking
you can dive a little deeper.
(even though you're running out of air already)
and i am already becoming an expert in
clasping my hands together just right
so that it feels like someone else's fingers
interlaced with mine,
i know how to drape one leg over the other
to make it seem as though it's your ankle touching my foot
i press my back to the pillow beside me,
pretend its more than
just my body warmth heati
That Thing Called LoveA moment
Can be written
See my breath fog up the glass
Flakes of white go floating past
With pale face and reddened nose
Brave the chill, smile as it snows
Just be patient, wait, he'll come
That winter spirit I deeply love
That smirk, a tingle down my spine
Holds me close, knows that he's mine
Time is running out, my dear
Limited edition, winter's here
Make the most of every kiss
With every moment, make a wish
Snowflakes falling all around
Disintegrating on the ground
We don't care for radiators
We keep our house a refrigerator
Because we seem to make our own heat
The clock intensifies each beat
We may be young but we're not stupid
We know you'll leave when it gets
subrogationwhile you sailed the seven seas,
I dreamt I danced with the wolves.
It was a dark night; and in the clearing they circled me,
crowned by fireflies.
While we twirled and twirled around the fire,
the gods made and unmade the world,
so many times they undid themselves
and my dream,
and I fell into consciousness like into a seamless abyss,
and crashed into a floor of stone;
but when I opened my eyes, I was in your arms,
and you had stopped rowing.
TranscendenceBeauty in the world is finite in the words we use.
To transcend wordly beauty into something as ethereal and other worldly as an angel.
Is to achieve true prefection.
The reddest rose in the brightest sun is but a pretty sight when compared to the majasty if an angel dancing in the pale moonlight of a winter night.
Such a sight is beyond mear words for its splendor transcends comprehension.
Mear words can not express the heart stopping awe that I feel when I am lucky enough to view such majestic beauty.
While an angel's radiant presence stops my heart, her words make it beat at a feverish pace.
It makes me smile everytime I hear her wo
A White WinterWhite.
White is Prompminanet in winter.
While winter is cold and foreboding alone.
It brings the solace of white.
The truth of peace and purity.
Alone it is oppersive in the peace becoming sliently foreboding.
Darkness creeps in all encompassing.
Desperation and fear of being alone a fire is made.
Burning and roaring it cracks an imagined whip as if the darkness is some beast and the light of a fire can tame it.
Undated it slowly creeps forward whittling away at the light stripping it of its life.
With the dimming of the fire so to dims the hopes of its creator left to shiver alone...in the white purity of winter.
Only an ember rem
Two hearts and a river called lifeWhen two hearts beat and dream as one.
Life is the the river we must cross.
It is a raging river full of falls and rapids.
Seeking to seperate one heart into two.
But when two hearts truly beat as one they perserver.
Nothing is stronger than that unbreakable bond.
Unflinching, unweavering, they stand before the rapids and falls of the river called life.
Instead of being sweaped away by the current they swat the river aside and lay the foundation.
The foundations of a newer better life.
A life shaped to one fate forged by two wills.
One dream formed by two hearts beating as one over the river called life.
An Angel, Demon, and A HuskLife is cruel and fate an abstract provider.
In life one is often forced to be alone and exsist as a husk.
Fate an absent and abstract provider seeks to offer gateway to happiness.
In the oddest ways the door does appear to escape the hallowed exsistance.
Many a weary husk shy form the golden gateway believeing themselves undeserving of it.
But when an angel opens the door for them and smiles.
The husk's heart beats for the first time and goes forward unafarid feeling alive.
Life continues to observe with distain and shows it.
Demons surge forward trying to ensnare the angel.
Seeking to force the angel and the living husk apart.
Under the MoonAll is visable under the moon. What to us seems a world apart is only a slight movement away to the moon. If we see the same
moon in the same time under the same sky are we really so far apart? To us what seems an impossible distance is only a glance
away to the moon. If we glance at the same moon it seems close. So to the moon we are close no matter the precived distance.
So long as we have the moon the loving queen will always be close to the lonely king. With the moon so close the lonely king
dosen't feel so alone. Knowing that one day the loving queen will be free. Free of any obligation and restraint, free to see
the moon with the l
Actions and WordsThe old addage that actions speak louder than words is true. Then are our words in any form or shape unture? Is a man defined
not by the form of his words but the actions of them? If a man is defined by his actions then is he a blind fool for loving
someone? Love is blind after all. But if love is truly blind and a blind man a fool. Id rather be the blind fool and know
the bliss of an angel's love. Than be an all knowing scholar that only knows the cold comfort of words. For words are
empty of meaning without action to define them. Love is mearly a word for an act. It is the reciprcation of the act that gives
the word and act meaning. W
The visable spectrumLove is like light.
Both necessary to make life bearable.
Both necessary but intangible.
Light unlike love can be made tangible.
Love unlike light can not be made tangible.
Light is only tangible through a prism.
Love is only felt through the heart.
Light makes awe inspiring sights through a prism.
Love is awe felt only through the heart.
Love is only felt.
Light is only seen.
Love is only felt through the heart and light only seen through a prism.
Then if I make my heart a prism will you let your light, your love shine through to light mine?
For without light, without love.
Your love my heart, my life is not a
JoyceHaving kicked the man in the balls and relieved him of his belongings, Joyce wasn't quite sure what to do next. She could run, but he might come after her the next minute. If she tied him up here, in the middle of nowhere, he might be eaten by wolves; or starve to death. Besides, she didn't have any rope. She could kill him... perhaps. The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth.
'What am I to do with you?' she sighed.
'Well,' he groaned while giving her a look that sent shivers down her spine, 'You can run, but that won't help you, cause I will find you! So you just wait another few minutes until I get back up again - and I mean úp- and t
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