I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand...
the sky?And we ran through the forest to find where it lie,I was tripping on tree roots and slipping on snow,You were holding my hand and saying not to let go.When we found it at last there were twigs in our hair,A rose on our cheeks and our breath in the air,And the words to...
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day.
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands, the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your...
in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless...
Loneliness is what i feel
I feel so alone
I feel so isolated
The emptyness in my heart
Can not be feeled by any soul
I am surounded by people but yet i feel so alone
I am in a room so small and so dark
Fear takes over me, i scream but no one hears me
This room so small and tiny...
that seen through the soul
Eyes that gleamed with innocence and beauty
Eyes harmless, yet their gaze was cruelty
A soul wrecked and ruined by a glance
A soul that longed for lips to dance
A soul that seen the truth clear, but
A soul that hid behind it’s fear
and watched her slowly bloom;
and as her petals would unfold,
you grew drunk on her perfume.
Have you ever seen her dance,
her leaves all wet with dew;
and quivered with a new romance -
the wind, he loved her too.
Have you ever longed for her,
it's nothing but a sigh
Start from hindered past,
create a greater future
far better than the most you've ever known.
What you know now is none more than naught,
be insightful for she can know the lot
The smile on her face
is able to erase
for hope hoping for hopeless life
i starve for blood tho' blunt has been my knife
a beautiful draw between the end and beginning
when the hurtful truth is the stars that are running
the wounds so deep and scars so heavy,
so many to count from a cruel tragedy.
The tragedy of me...
it's funny how hello is always accompanied with goodbye it's funny how good memories can start to make you cry it's funny how forever never seems to last it's funny how much you'd lose if you forgot about your past it's funny how “friends” can just...
To her, she's imperfection. She is dust on torn pages of books and broken hands on clocks that used to spin in lover's homes. To me, she is perfection. She is the sun the moment it is washed by the sea and the children's heartbeat in the moment it explodes from the water once...
close to silence
I'm sure that you have heard
The gentle constant ringing
In the space between two words
When you really pay attention
You find it's not just in your head
But instead is whispers of the words
The world has left unsaid
It's "I love you" left unspoken
“I want to see you.Know your voice.Recognize you when youfirst come 'round the corner.Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left.Know the lift of your heel,the glide of your foot.Become familiar with the way you purse your lipsthen let them part, just the...
diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth
Then took the other, and just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted...
after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half acre, square mile, island, country
knowing at last how you got there,
and say I own this,
is the same moment when the trees unloose
there soft arms from around you,
the birds take...
Dying within oneself
of insanity, of long lost hope
of putting dead emotions in the shelf
of a empty heart up, high on dope.
My emotional suicide is done
and between me and my life
the war of survival won
leaving everything but a beautiful strife
where i wait for the time
So you know everything. You leap
into the boat and begin rowing. But listen to me.
Without fanfare, without embarrassment, without
any doubt, I talk directly to your soul. Listen to me.
Lift the oars from the water, let your arms rest, and
your heart, and heart’s little...
I though of this one. This is one of my favorites which means a lot to me. Shelley wrote beautifully with a heart which must have been full of passion. Enjoy. ~J
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean...
Is love found in holding hands?
In quiet whispers?
In looks shared across a crowded room?
Is love shared in notes?
Is love felt with a quickening pulse?
A feeling of loss in her absence?
A longing to see but a glimpse of her?
Is love heard through...
slower, the floor
cold, i'm getting old
and dead and shot after
sore laughter i feel like
an actor for death
in the stage of life
trying hard to stop
to hold my breath
to murder me
under the blue
and bleak of the sea
He creates powerfully romantic, sensual images that speak to being human, and our desire for romantic love. Beautiful!
Place your hands upon me
like a big tent preacher
and with a whisper
heal all that aches
Put your lips upon my forehead
and glance your eyes
to the sky...
can't help think of great trees and their leaves)
Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul.
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf...
And never be apart
To be a shoulder to lean on
To sing a lullaby
True love is forever
like the universe
and the stars
it adds a bright spark
To the emptiness of our minds
and they will love you too
An unbroken circle of love
I seemed to have loved you numberless times, in numberless forms...
In life afer life, age after age, forvever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear around your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age...
isn’t wasted at the end of the day
When you’re in bed thinking about all the things
You could’ve done,
You could’ve said,
All the empty boxes left on your to do list
Time is wasted
When you’re standing on a rock at the edge of a waterhole
And decide to not jump...
who was wonderful and so very funny. We attended his funeral, a few days ago, and this poem was read. It was found in a schoolbook he had kept for over 70 years.
Spring Morning by A.A. Milne
Where am I going? I don't quite know.
Down to the stream where the king-cups...
have taken up residence within my heart... but more than other, this poem holds a beautiful lasting significance...
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is...
times to be nice and kind to many
They allowed me to be apart of their lives
Most of the times was only to take away my honor
It’s my fault to be easily fooled
For being so naive
Thinking that they won’t hurt me or lie
After many attempts
My confidence vanished
I lost my...
Sanguine colours circulated around her as she grows,
The room fills with light as her cry resonates as she enters the world,
The world... if only she knew what she was getting into
The arms of her mother leave her behind to find another
She screams as she takes off in a metal...
When I could,
no more pain.
Insight to the greatest gift,
the kind of man can turn and lift
the kin of past and begging future to be.
Sewed in the gift I give at last,
a window through a door and...
clear waterThat drips upon a stoneIn forests far and silentWhere quiet plays alone.Her thoughts are like the lotusAbloom by sacred streamsBeneath the temple archesWhere quiet sits and dreams.Her kisses are the rosesThat glow while dusk is deepIn Persian garden closesWhere quiet...
nothing in all of my life had ever been more beautiful.They tore off their glowing garments andpresented themselves naked.They were an open bottle for the worldto drink fromWho you ask with eager eyes?I will tell you, but you must promise methat you will look for themand...
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again...
not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love—put out
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in it's roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal,
From all I may be, and...