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I see the most incredible woman I have ever met. You make me smile and laugh Every time I see you and think about you. I used to think that happy endings and Dreams come true only happened in fairy tales.
Never to bed, early to rise Adds to the rings beneath my eye The gray and purple, these colors shine through You'd call them your favorites if you had them too No rest for the wicked's what I always said
Hi. How're you? What have you been up to? Cool. Hey. What's up? I'm good. Nice.
If my heart had a voice, It would make a million wishes. And, from each wish a million stars would fall, each one shattering the silence, cutting through the walls.
You stand there so beautiful so tall and dark. You look at me You’ve created a spark. You’ve lit in me a flame and my passion’s ablaze. I look at you,
I woke up; you are in my bones I’m thirsty with sand in my eyes I feel you wrapped around my bones Like cellophane under the muscles Woven tight while I was sleeping The night before you lured me
Take a look behind me now see the patterns keep repeating Round and round like a pinwheel While there’s nothing wrong; it’s all benign Seems the harsh hate of words I don’t mind
The taste of your sweat is cold like a waterfall Each time I remember licking it I feel too much pain deep in my chest It pulls from my throat to the place the air settles When I force myself to breathe
No words, no feelings, no emotions. No drive to do much of anything. My heart seems to have exited my body, the day that you left my life. I see you. But I know that we can't. You've made that very clear.
I want to talk for hours with you. I want to hear your voice. I want to be near and dear to you. I want you to protect me from the voices in my mind.
One day you’ll be gone from this earth. As you take your last dying breath you’ll think, “Where was I all this time?” You thought you found yourself In a man who said he loves you.
Memories of sunshiny days are fleeting They pass in a blur of ecstatic haste and they leave behind the bitter taste of longing The touch once remembered
2 minutes, and I'll see you. I'm looking forward to it. We haven't spoken in a while. I hope you still think kindly of me.2 minutes, and the wind rushes by me. It signals your arrival. I barely recognize you walking toward me.
hiding. always hiding. what are you afraid of? what is it that you're running from? i'm so tired of this facade. i'd help you find what you're looking for
With me to stay If you may Ever y day. I'd stick to my call I would wait and l...look out for your tender call For a promise not known to fail, with all, my all.
My feet are accustomed to silence. My soul longs for the same.
So much words I want to say Emotions build every day For true love I did pray Now I've found it I'm blown away Battled for you throughout time Won every fight to make you mine In the world of you and I
fluffy flakes flutter and weave a blanket of white as the butterflies in my stomach flap their technicolor wings. but the only color i feel is a deep, melancholy blue
snow caps treetops like the cap that snug on your head, hugging your scalp the way i wish i could hug you. the icy flakes outside dot my face
i long to write thousands of breathtaking metaphors about you, but you always seem to stump me. to what can i compare your features? flowers? fruit? freedom?
you pace around my mind like you don't know where you're going, and i don't have a roadmap. i think i'm even more lost than you are.
To determine self worth on a sliding scale strung so precariously How melancholic is this! Tendrils of doubt embedded superficially On the surface of marbled skin. The varying shades of gray-
Hi Friend,Or, uh. . . Maybe friend. I only say Maybe Because it has been 52 days since I saw You last.
I can’t stop Thinking about you. I have loved you since The first day of 9th grade When you just Moved into our school. I love you.
It's been a year. Things still make me miss you. I can't say anything out loud thoughBecause saying it out loudMeans that itIs true.
Have you ever taken a moment To look at that bright planet Hanging in the night sky that they Tell you was once a place We called home?
Sitting behind a desk encaged by walls of gold What did I do to deserve the world and more I’ve never felt true hunger and I’m rarely ever cold
While sitting in a small, dimly-lit coffee shop, my eye is caught by a small decorative pillow sulking in the corner on a long wooden bench.
Rain pours, the dogs sleep, and Pandora shuffles my music. From a mason jar I drink my tea. Weather reflects one's mood. Loneliness, longing, insatiable "hunger" and depression burn within; my heart roasting.
My mind doesn’t think of what’s wrong, but the pit in my stomach does. It aches and churns as I lay in bed that night rolled over onto my stomach
When I think of you, I think of me. I wish that you could finally see The way things can now, for us, be.
Longing is such an apt word. The physical space between us is now uncomfortably far. Your presence is the early morning fog on a cool fall morning;
Have you ever wondered Where all that it's rained? All at the same time And how many people that's pained? Flood gates open Right over the heads
I don't know what I'm doing at all; He looked at me and caught me in a trance. The blood in my veins sludged to a slow crawl. My heart, my aching heart wanted to dance. I don't think I've ever been in love;
I yearned for another, Who wasn’t you, But she wasn’t there, Unlike you, At a long lost party In old Cambridge town. Did I fall Just a little for you, While longing for another,
I want to fall like pouring rain Over every single step, you take I want to see that glare in your eyes
And I find you, on the dented corners of my favorite books. I see you at the bottom of my favorite candy bag. I even find you in all my favorite songs I use to listen too.
The effect of your affection is wearing out You shouldn't have waited so long Kept him wondering if to you he belongs Only for the agony to prolong The place has turned vacant, yet
Watching the light slowly fade from a person you love is like watching your favorite candle burn to the end of its wick.
His sharp, sterile grimace is chippingat me—two yellowingblue-milked eyespaintingthe deep, red hills aroundmy spine.
Wildly wishing To run with the wind To dance to song birds’ tunes To lay in the grass on a warm summer day To let all my worries wash away
Oh if my words could build a bridge, From here to unknown planes. Oh if my words could linger on, And peoples' hearts would change. My swords are sharp but duller still,
Oh Oviedo, Florida How I adore you I’ve never seen you But I know where you are Jacquelyn and Amanda Talk of road trips heading West
As you gazed at me from afarSecretly among the crowdMy core trembled with desire In your eyes I schemedMy heart’s darkest questYour silent confess
Do you believe in miracles? he once asked me riding our bikes around the Han River
I was twelve years too late. Or perhaps you were twelve years too soon. Yet, your melodies, Your soul, Your sheer passion and enchant,
The first thing my mother did, when a boy broke my heart, was open the windows. She said that letting in the air, and erasing his smell
deep breath, deeper, deeper yet, deeper than the ocean of your eyes that keep calling me home, calling me back back to the
I come to thee now, for I need shelter in thy arms of light. Cast your wisdom upon my heart and help me see truths...
A message comes out of nowhere... "Hey girl, what are you up to rn?" Seems perfectly safely unsafe, but I answer anyways. "Oh, you know, nothing much."
Her lips take me to all of the places that I haven't been. My tongue peeking from behind teeth. The secrets inspired by us and us alone. Exploring the world with our eyes closed. All at once.
Why is my mind so blank? The colors that flash before my eyes, they mean almost nothing to me anymore I used to dance in the soft orange of a sunset wade in the blue waters of the distant ocean
Your lips were rose petals, dipped in natural moisture and your skin was kissed by the sun, leaving me constantly warm.
I hurt from a pain I can’t find and I bleed from the blow I don’t remember. I miss the memories I never made and I long for the love
What is it to be seventeen And grow up wishing For abstract things What is it to be seventeen To not know who you are But know who you’re not What is it to be seventeen
It's been almost a year That's three-hundred-sixty-five days since the last time I saw you Since the last time you had life inside you. I remember the wires, the hoses, the machines
heaven is a topic of controversy that dwells amongst great populations - from a young age, I was exposed to such trauma of Death in circumstances that a young princess should not have withstood.
I'm lost I'm lost in a sea of colors I can't seem to understand Red, Blue, Green, What diffrence does it reall make when I just feel them slowly absorbing the wavelengths that are meant to keep me sane?
Loving you came in waves. At first, the water only touched my toes With text messages and winking emojis Then the water was to my ankles You texted me every day, It didn't matter what we talked about
I left my heart somewhere near you And I guess you haven’t sent him back yet Or maybe you just haven’t noticed him there Lying beside you I laid him by you years ago
In a last minute tribute to you, sir, I write this poem. Hopefully, then I'll be able to go on. It started when I first laid eyes on you. It was a Wednesday evening,
I absorbed you through my skin like oil you are stuck here in the lines of my fingerprint burned into the corners of my mind im afraid to look into I hate the taste of you but you run through my veins like blood
who are we now sometimes i don't feel like we're the same souls whose eager teeth met by the brick river on days like this i wonder what it would be like to be us again-
i still sleep with the light on in hopes it will travel through my ears into my dreams faster than the train did
Long drives Late nights Summer in a different way On the highway Fast food Long talks Watching the scenery go by I drive Radio blaring Smile wide We sing along
to my best friend, call it whatever you want whatever this was it was us two stubborn teens stuck in this cycle going back and forth
Night is an infinite rotation of stars Across a sky that outlines infinite black power lines And radio towers, with a repetitive, slow blink Like the eyes of a lightheaded, lusty lover They blink
I have dreamed of it, A warm, tender embrace with a lover I cannot see. Sweet whispers flow from his mouth like honey, filling my soul with joy beyond measure.
I needn’t be The chains that Bind you so Alas I fear I’ve Unknowingly Become your Keeper
Liberation, She called it, Discharging pet Lovebird from the Foreign shackles Named commitment
I’d let my beauty melt away If only I could convey That no matter what I do I still need you.
I want the version of you Made up in my head That comes to me in dreams But my heart knows That she’s not the same you Who left me shaking
Magic is like the stars Stars are like the sea Seas are like flowers Flowers are like cities Cities are like dogs Dogs are like humans
Luke warm was the weather that maybe kept us? And beautiful were the leaves that fell when he left. Summer was gone and winter stayed a bit longer then I would have liked. I was glad to see Autumn again!
dear my love, everytime we are apart i wish to relocate closer to your heart. i love you so very much and i tell you this everyday. still, one day i wish to hold you closer
I crave those moments When my deepest senses — of every corner, and of every edge of my entire being — are touched and awakened. I crave those moments When my deepest senses
The music box plays no more Without knowing there's more in store For she escapes through the color of sound No longer wishing to be around A violin plays so faint The colors fall
I am teeter-tottering on the skinny silver lining of the life I'm currently living. I balance in bliss and blind myself from my own discontent. Discontentment wedged itself inside the fat walls of my Daddy's wallet and
You’ve always been there. From the day I met you my breath was taken away. You became my drug: My heart races when I am with you.
Sweaty palms, winded breaths, I jolt awake, And unexpectedly you were there, without a moment to forsake. My eyelids were heavy as you sung smooth and lowly,
I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the lies, the things I've done, and constantly reminding you how little I care.
My boyfriend.... I just keep calling you my boyfriend It's clear that something as such is unfathomable but The way we are set up makes me think otherwise yet I can't seem to rewire my brain to believe you're not
In this dark and open public space, My eyes meet the gaze of a warm, but ghostly face. I felt alone until the face appeared across the way, My loneliness would escape me and I could not look away.
Why? Am I like this? I'm sick of you... I hate you, a little. Not a lot, but I hate you. at least a litt.le. I'm trying, to figure out what
With every passing season,With the changing of the tides,When the sun rises and sets,When the old has gone,and the new has comeand our present now long past.
I saw her first, alongside her mother, My mind roved at the sight of her beauty, The last memory I have left of her, Was the first smile she ever gave me: I saw her, and said not a word
I walk down the blank road, the life I lived behind me. A trail that only ghosts walk, the empty void within me.
My hand reaches out, Yet, I couldn't touch what I wanted. Is it because my goal is too high? Am I not tall enough? Was it too much to hope for,
She sits in her room everyday, Making plans and hoping. She sits in her room as the seasons start to change... Spring to Summer, Summer to Fall, Fall to Winter... On and on,
She doesn’t know the little things I do.How I wait up for her,The way I look at her,Or.. my feelings towards her.
The soft tender touch of a lover,The hushed whispers from one to another.The beauty of a now stranger lingers in your mind,The faint smell of Lilac lets you unwind.The taste of your tears cascading down your cheek,Her gentle kisses leave you weak.
I'm full of heartbreak. Missing home, missing you, too. Can't wait to return.
There are dreams you cannot dream, There are songs you cannot possibly sing. Days of angels, Nights of ravens, you will never kiss, For that hearts you will not know, Nor see.
I wake up trying to wash yesterday off of meOr out of me..All the thoughts, twitches, and goofy tears...
I am from when two pairs of blue eyes met, and the woods that ran for miles. I am from the swingset that rested near them, and the willow tree that engulfed me in its branches to hide me away from my baby brother during the summer.
I was the type, that held on, expecting the worst, unable to release myself, from what I presumed was safe. I would hid in the shadows, waiting to be cleansed by the rain, but,
I remember drawing masterpieces at only age five; bumpy stick figures with lines for appendages and no noses.
Dirt and shame were my middle names Only saw brown in the reflection Couldn’t stop the streams from falling A broken heart all I felt
Everytime he speaks to her, He wonders what she'll do, For her reactions change As much as the moon. They're beautiful in every way, So he looks forward to each and every one, But longs for the day
I am a girl of six Playing with bones and stones and sticks Wondering if words will ever stick Not knowing that in a decade, I’ll be lonely and sick I am a girl of ten
I’ve heard, my dear, that you aren’t okay. I’ve heard you crying, I’ve heard you say: “I give up, I tell you. I surrender my soul.” But I promise you that one day, you will be whole.
Since I was a little girl, I dreamed of being a ballerina. And now look at me: Caught up in this twisted dance for fools. I wished for nothing more than to have stage,
I see you through the clear, curved, orange plastic over my eyes You taste like metal opium The spoon still stuck between my teeth Gnaw marks in the handle From when I tried to swallow it whole, swallow it dry
It's quiet hours like these... The room is dark The moon is full My heart is empty Visions dance on my mind Of times when ours was now... And we were each other's
Why do they ignore me? No acceptance given. How do I stop the squandered days, days of regret ...The ones that are close? Why don’t they see?
This thing, is breaking me apart, But it keeps me breathing, Even though my heart is bleeding, It over comes me from the inside out, Strands of pink, faded dull,
The foreigner makes his way as the snow falls. His feet, unaccustomed, are awkward and crude, and leave a crooked muddied trail in a vast and white field.
Trapped by the inconsistencies of Love. Never knowing when I will fall in.
There's a ghost who lives in the house next door. I wonder what she's waiting for. Every third day and every fourth night She glimmers softly, like candlelight, wistfully staring
I want to feel you under my skin. I want you to push your palms into my cartilage, Make my ligaments ache for weeks, Months, Years. Centuries from now,
If only it were light That you desperately needed, But it's not. I'd light up your world So you'd have to spin around And rethink it all--again But the tragedy is You're gone
Preacher, Preacher, call me to the stand. I have some confessions, truth is freedom I am desparate to grab. When I speak my mind, I find that no one understands me from the inside.
Preacher, Preacher, call me to the stand. I have some confessions, truth is freedom I am desparate to grab. When I speak my mind, I find that no one understands me from the inside.
Every atom in our bodies Once belonged to the stars And I think that our stars Were in love But they were light years away And they missed each other Because when I first saw you
There once was a boy who loved with his heart, he loved with passion, and thought everyone was a beautiful piece of art. but then bridges were burned, and tables turned, and the things he once knew,
If the yearning has passed and I am no longer aghast in the rooms of my heart, I’ll be going now. If desire has ceased dripping from solicitous lips, the future is a yawning abyss,
I drink it to rememberthe night that we first met,for the many nights there after,for the nights you'll soon forget. Remembrance of there was,but more importantly what might have been,will never stopped these fantasiesfrom running in my head You
(To My Dearest Friend) If I lay here, would time slip away? Would the sun shine brighter than any other normal day? Sometimes I do pray to see you again to repay All the wrong things that I say
Eyes were like a window Transparent as glass Revealing nothing but the slate concrete and ruffled grass beyond them Gripping his sky-clad hand hard, We trekked down the quiet road
I long to write but the words never seem to empty out of my hands onto the paper. my emotions are dwindling into nothing and it scares me half to death to think of a time when I might become a shell of my former self.
At night I feel you hold me,Whispering all the things you never told me.When I wake up you'll be goneBut for now, I dream on.
I looked outside as the cars rolled silently by. I looked outside and wondered which one you would drive. I looked outside as the rain fell endlessly downward. I looked outside
Lord, I sit here in longing. Longing for a family. Longing for a guy to share in a love only You can provide us. Longing for a man who will honor me through his love for You, his passionate pursuit of Your will.
I can’t sleep I miss you And I fucking hate how every second I spend is being on my bed, not lying next to you instead.
I’ve searched for you, Through the smell of Hydrangeas we once saw blooming in the summer, In the warmth where we took shelter inside each other’s embrace,
A child weak, soft like youth Is a lion of eye and tooth In dreams that trickle down like sand, Down a clock, tick-tock the hand, And whisper sweet litanies upon the head
When memory calls upon me I sit to remember Joyous or Melancholy Awake or in slumber The sights I have seen The things I have known The people I’ve loved Even though some are gone
There was a fire inside of herthat she just wouldn't put out.
I always wondered If the chills
Hurt me twice, shame on me, Right? What about the 6th time? Am i complete idiot by that Definition? Am i hurting myself And knowing that i'm doing so?
Running scared down Defeatist Street, Trying to go back in time. Retreating isn’t security, Especially since I out grew mine. I wish I could be me again, Feeling free to run and wonder.
Stare away into the mist
The word is out now And my body is shaking. I'm cold and tired; I've been running too long. They know what they say And I can't walk away, How much I'm bound by the ways
Hair like feathers,
My eyes keep burning from what seems like one hundred hours of staring into a dry wind. That wind seems determined to send my retinas into a drought. It hurts to close them.
How Are You Free?
Oh, how I yearn to see the ocean again. The soft, cool foam drifts up the sand. It glides over my feet, And pulls me by the hand. Quickly, it splashes my mouth.
Love is the feeling of sensations. To hold a pain in your heart for someone, To capture that pain- Only making it whole when the lover is present. It is the emptiness in the chest,
A long swing hangs low,
When i think of you so far away sitting there with all your friends laughing like the day will never end and when i think of you caught up in the life you're living
Pain that stops time Stops the beat of my heart Brief, profound, inescapable Tethered to this world By hope alone Its existence plunges me into darkness Its cure, only in its absence
She came treading pale footsteps, in the light of eternal moon, broken rays intertwining in twigs and leaves,
I know no man before or after me Could pen a word, my pining to convey. Thus when you find yourself again with me, Our rejoining will mark a splendid day.
I watch you from a distance
Again. It came crashing down on my windowsil. Raking, tapping, billowing. It clouded my thoughts, yet cleared them too. It reminded me of you.
Fearless is the absence of the fear Fearing less is a message held dear Bravery or neccessity, the motive unclear Tongueless or eyeless, his silence impure A road less tread, a story unread
Is there meaning beside the running river water? Is there meaning within the giant Solaris in the sky? Is there meaning beneath the grass, beneath the sod or the dirt, which is brown, cold, and old? If I claw
You give me tears, you give me love, but there's more you do that lifts my heart, eve
If I could, I'd tell you, How when you're near, My heart skips a beat, How your voice sends shivers, Down my spine, How when you talk to me, It gets hard to breathe,
i speak for those who have lost their courage to speak for those whos words run to the tip of their tounges just to retreat back to the back of the throats back to where they came from
There are some days you wake up and wonder why her name isn't lit up on your phone Or when you get news good or bad you know she doesn't care
You're dropping "I'm sorry" like I'm still around.I don't care how you feel. I don't care about your excuses.You took for granted all the times I never let you down.
Always Longing for One touch Never within reach and Everyday the process begins again
I don't want to hide.
When birthday cakes Get frostbite, I relate. When coins aren's used For their rust, I sympathize. Once upon a time I was a Celebration I lit up your candles
Butterflies seek shelter amidst the wind Spreading their wings in the light
Quiet is the observer Motionless in kaleidoscopic torment. I thought until thought was meaningless. “Grab the pen! Grab it, you coward!” A ceaseless voice streams Through an intravenous drip.
Silent tears concealed by a pathetic façade. Soundless suffering, weeping. A voiceless shrill cloaked by false smiles. Muted agony, raw and searing. A torturous solitude
I wish, how I wish, I could just dismissthat longing feeling, that search for a kissIts like I'm trapped between the heart and the mind
I wish I never woke up.
You are the sky I am the sea and although we make each other complete the universe says we shall never meet. We are divided by a horizon made prevalent by the sun that you see
Oh you fool, you pretty thing,
I feel the whispers of a time
When the dark rolls in on summer skies
As I gaze into the jeweled night
Humbled by pin drops Of dust And of fire Burning the darkness and filling the nothing Surrounding her, She closed her eyes and wished herself To a night where they couldn’t see her,
Past is a flask Once filled and drunk, Now bare of its liquor Only the scent lingers on
Our footsteps like a discord home For dying leaves and infant blades We trace them back to winter world When wind was chance and chance was change A single line converges here
The moon seduces you The shower massages As the walls hold their breath Stunned by beauty Fresh is your face Your skin is smooth Scents of strawberries
Ready as I'll ever be, ready and willing to be more. Time encapsuled, just like myself, time not taken is time torn. Waiting, for something to happen, waiting to feel alive.
The mascot of Nintendo; And the greatest hero of all time. He loves jumping around; Grabbing Mushrooms and Fire Flowers; Stomping on Enemies; Exploring the Mushroom World;
It's weird being lonely, All you see is the dark, I just want one to hold my hand, I don't care what they are,
She jumps at the sound of a car passing by.
I am strong. I do not let the heartbreak affect me. I put on a brave face so as not to let them see, even though my heart is breaking even though I know that I am loved,
I really miss t
Easy Rebecca Sidoti 2014
Oh where has the time gone? The days have flown by We had times of joy- We laughed together And we had fun We had times of sorrow- We cried together
Desperate to know, what could have been, what used to beDying to know what you hear, what you see. I am separate from the world, my mind is a mess and you can't handle that,
It seems like an eternity ago that our flames burned as one I cannot recall the memories I crave so badly that your heart etched in my memory Your scent no longer lingers around me trying to entice me
I miss you so much it hurts or maybe i miss what we use to have, I use to think the phrase "i love you to much it hurts" wasnt true, but as I can see thats the definition of how im feeling.
Depression kicks thy neighbor down, Escalating, Spiraling, Right smack in the face, Body, Groin. Drinking espresso, Listening to music, Lana Del Rey, West Coast,
The thought of it, turns some stomachs, and makes them scoff. Say we're just confused, that it's just a "phase", or that we're a sin. Sometimes saying it out-loud,
I just want to get lost in the crowd Walk amongst other beings Amongst the whole, just an observer just a small part of the eternal play On a rainy day Next to a cafe
There's a practical truth in air The evidence is yet to be seen Yet none can deny its usage To soak in its vibrant want 'Cause none can say air needs us but we need air Its energy carved into my bones
Some say that bitterness is what broke you, and ripped your seams apart. But whatever it was that consumed you, longing is what lies inside your heart. A longing to be better, is the single thread that binds you.
When you laugh from afar, I have no choice but to wonder who made you do so. I grow envious of that person, Whoever it may be,
Nobody know it,but everybody flows towards it .. In the stream called Life, Held by space and time.. What is it, i wonder here.. Its existence, I fear.. I am afraid,and I care..
Birds soar through the sky,
You don't know me until you understand me Can't understand me until you talk to me Impossible to talk to me if you never seen me But maybe... You heard of me, so you asked about me
im feeling these feelings you see that demand to be felt and their victem is me butterflies wings slicing through me like blades my heart beat a drum, never going to fade
im feeling these feelings you see that demand to be felt and their victem is me butterflies wings slicing through me like blades my heart beat a drum, never going to fade
Staring at her past self Evaporated Dreams Waistline Increased Color Dimmed Snapshots of happiness Endless Sunny Skies Playful Fights Summertime How old was she?
Mid the evening as I walk along the shore, Inside of me a burning comes, like one never has before. Beyond the horizon I long to be, far from land and out to sea.
cold, crisp air the night sky, a navy bluefabric specled with tiny dimonds streatching across the horizon your chest firm and warm on my chapped cheek chat presses against it
I saw you pass by my open window and your scent of flowers came rushing in I watched as you crossed the stone path laid before you Like a queen following the royal carpet laid before her
If ever my love were intensified It would have surely commenced at this time Your humor’s not amusing forever
Hello Good-bye We repeat the same rhyme How queer- We’re tripping over each other I thought That we could avoid it for a bit longer
Autumn. With hands bearing no harm.
I blamed myself. my seeds too low.
All the eyes surrounding. broken.
The sweetest of scentsresonates
Is it fake? To wish to belong? To want you? Such confusing thoughts... Is it wrong? To rush this? To be this close? I'm not sure... Even if the inevitable comes
I haven’t met that guy that’ll turn my life around Show me the light with every gentle caress That has a smile that can warm a million cold hearts The laughter of sweet innocence and happiness
He looks at me And sees my love that is asleep. Through the iron cast bars- Of his baby's mansion . He looks at me like I am ripe fruit. And I think that's fine by me.
They plugged into my artery with a needle named “IV”
I collected in a box all the things I left behind,
I feel you in my skin
One, succulent drop. Such tingling for the taste. Yes. always wanting, wanting.
I feel cold. Colder than someone should feel. I want to be alone All the time What is there to live for? There is no point Without love, life is pointless
all alone in the midde of the ocean the moon pulls upon the sea without a choice the tide rises... but alas, the moon is a million miles away i cant hold you in my arms so i turn my face
Some days there are people and moments that you just really miss. My indententation for my poems don't work so you'll just have to read it in paragraph style. What is it that you really miss?
You creep into my mind,
My skin is cool I’ve stopped feeling blue
Love is hysterical Such is the hysteria that you do not even realize when it has made camp within your walls Embedding itself within your soul Until it is ripped from the place in which it was rooted
Longing Desire Yearing Longing The expression in my eyes when I see your picture The feeling of your hand in mine Even though it's empty Longing I hear it in the music
Searched and prayed for, But never have I found, A love so tangible, It takes my feet off the ground. Seas of tears have fallen, Seasons do what they know, Beau!...
I am a bird that’s been dumped in a zoo brightly colored, where everyone can see an attraction, fluttering and new A life given, a life taken from me
Your eyes are like a setting sun on silk green grass flowing to the wind I have nt slept since the last I saw of them I long for them, I long for their master Long for the soft cherry red lips of sweet sugar on mine
They say holding on tightwill make it all right,but letting go is so much harder to dowith a glimmer of hope still in your heart.
I think about that day The day everything changed The day we left our feelings at bay Detained by our fate We were bind, You and I
Life is not always what it seems to be; words can't express what you mean to me. It's hard knowing you're not around, but I know you're in heaven smiling down. Until the day we meet again,
Listening to the music, While tears stream down my face; Is just another day. I tell myself that tomorrow will be better? But I know the truth. Nothing will change. Who was I kidding?
pitter-patter like little feetraindrops tapping on mine pane bitter burns hiss and slitherremembrance dismantles my sane moist summers and eerie chimesfingertips lost within your mane
Images of pictures and colours and swirls Infiltrate my dreams and my heart soars with these images of pain and of lust sometimes in a state of panic and with others I smile
A winter night beneath the full moon is all that it takes To strike the longing heart with the sharp sword of sorrow Gasping weeps to the night carried by tears that keep me awake
often; I must fight against forces of which I have no power over. certainly; Those around me maybe able to overcome such obstacles, but.. surely;
Burrow beneath my bones and kiss my left ventrical Your lonely bristles brushed against my cheek and the sensation lingered Leech of my fondness give me back my desire.
I used to believe in 11:11 wishes, Used to dream of midnight kisses, I believed in these things and much more, But all that was in a time long, long, before, Before the boy ripped at my chest,
Your love is true, but this "us" does neither you nor I any good. 'Cause, In the end, this big house is still empty and I remain alone, in the silence,
7...8...9... It's been 9 days since your hand slipped through my finger tips. 9 days since I've last felt the bliss of your warm embrace. 9 days of thinking of time edged in moments that we solemnly spent together.
She walks, shivering under the snow's falling, warming the bones up the best she can. But her body's lean and fragile, vulnerable, a target. Her body does it's best to defend against the winter's harsh chill, but its so difficult.
I don’t feel you anymore Numb to spine shaking vibratos Your crescendos don’t stretch my rib cage like they used to My dearest piano, you were the only friend that never stopped listening
Your eyes keep me awake at night But no one else sees them like I do You keep wondering why no one notices The sadness inside But I do Don't let the world get you down You're beautiful
Desires are a deep thirst Always there Water quenches Dreams are saltwater Appear to quench in the end only worsen Taking hopes Twisting them
*for my mother* Yellow light casts its glow across the halls, ghoulish, Empty except for the sounds of whirring machines and soft feet. The halls open into a room where skeletons reside,
softly spoken words of a new tomorrow you wispered just a little enough for me to want more Screaming in my head is just a quite gleam of hope a tiny drop in the pool of dreams
There are many nights I find myselfthinking about you.Missing you. But notin a longing fora connectionsort of way -not like I used to.
Perfect white - clouds rolling like hills under A sky pale blue like his eyes: sightless, remembering. Staring through a glass oval, indented deep
Like a game of Russian Roulette, I sit here and I sweat. My palms are cold and wet. I am waiting for the gun To make its way to me.
Why do the days have to end? The lights go out. The night begins. The beauty of a summer's day Darkens after sunset. They say the bird's songs are lovely all day
perfect as always moved toward a blinding light seek fast the individual who knew perfection was so frail blemished as always so beautiful all eyes on me seek faster the the two
Breakdown all those walls. I won't judge you by your faults. When you feel like falling down, I'll have my arms reached out waiting on the ground. I promise I won't let you down
Nights transformed to months; the rain to floods. A brooding storm, bleak and somber. The darkness of night heaving its overwhelming presence, echoes eminating from hollow walls. As still as the stars,
What was the first thing you noticed about me? Did that observation ever make you think, ponder, wonder about me? I want to know where your roots are planted and where your leaves have fallen.
In the dark sky No one hears her cry There's no one to call Her tears continue to fall Her broken heart Is a work of art
Suddenly My tongue is in knots My heart isn’t beating, my blood was in clots My mind was a treasure, not laden in thoughts But I’m lost with no map and I can’t connect the dots And I’m struggling
Hand. Hands touching. Oh, how I long for his touch. To feel the warmth of his body, as he caresses me. Soft, gentle, kind. Begging for your lips upon mine. Fluid motion, perfect rhythm.
The red glow of the sun beat heavily on the barren sky. Cloud might have blocked it from view but the glow of its aura could be seen faintly in the sky, as heat manifested the air.
Evey kiss is imprinted upon my lips I can still feel the heat of you Living on in the memory of a touch An unbelievable softness The velvet of you lips Covering a barley leashed passion
Winter comes. The wind howls and the ravens stick around. Perhaps for one more day, To scrounge around. They search forevermore, or perhaps forever born to be alone.
Who are you looking for? They are not here, Not here among the dead. Who are you searching for? Whoever they claim to be, They are not here among the living. What are you in need of?
"You've drowned me, you know," I say, Looking back at the places, the people That I once knew, long ago, Under different stars, a different roof. For how is it, that when I dwell on
A decade is a long time; it could not be made up for the past time. Depression is walking through my mind, and it makes me go blind. My crying heart is not healed; it still suffers from its open sealed.
I want to go to Starbucks And for you to hold my hand. I want you to distract me When I'm driving in the car. I want to go to dinner And end the evening with a kiss. But more than anything,
I danced with Jane Doe on a bed of ballpoint pens. We swung and swayed atop points of permanence, Inhibition eroded amidst synchronized motion, I was amazed by the marks left. Flesh sick with ink, giving birth to an
A blazon radiates from above Upon the barren, bleak cave Where reminiscent of lost love Reflects within mystic waves.
Some people say love doesnt exist Others say it is only found between a man and woman if thats true then whats this im feeling for a woman Butterflies in result to that sweet sound i call ur voice
For every thought that I think of you For every poem that comes through For all of the longing it's worth For all of the past time spent For all is which that isn't there worth?
Your warmth is like the sun: it radiates, everyone around feels you beaming You suspend yourself in the sky, far away from me, and everyone else I’m out there, too, like the moon I’m hidden by your light
I watch her shimmer and dance from the shoreline While the sunset adorns her in gold she’s calling so sweetly, my Aquamarine For our friendship is many years old
It was early December when I first met him. He was a little timid at first, He hid under the seat until the lights went dim. He was as horrible as a curse. I loved him.
I am a strange stirring in the night, the way you feel when you’ve just awoken from a dream, the tension of your misplaced affection.