too sad to even say hello, I will listen to your silence until you fall asleep. If you need to cry I will not wipe your tears away because you are only human and sometimes tears are as close to laughter as you can get and that's okay. If you get sleepy I will let you drool on my...
Near the sink,
I saw a girl
I didn't like much.
She looked like me,
Dressed like me,
But she looked happy.
And that's when I realized
I didn't like her,
Because she reminded me
Of a person I know well - me.
And now I wonder -
Would you like her more than you like me?
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...
for your sins in a hopes to save your skin
You such a God fearing man ? Why you have to kill him then ?
Who's him ?
The man that gave you all your hopes and dreams
Never left you when the going got tough
Felt your pain more than you did
He was with you in light and...
Listening to M-Train's "What if I"
Laying on this mattress and sigh
Feeling invisible arms take me in
Thinking about times that could've been
"What if I want to kiss you tomorrow?"
A moment that has yet to arrive
Memories are thrown at me like knives
As if, through a mist, a first loom;
You are a fine line that holds beauty
So fragile it seems, yet so pretty.
You are the wind that grace my meadows
Of thoughts and lights up my weary shadows;
You are the sun after my night
That lights up everything in sight.
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...
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
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...
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely...
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...
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 freedom to allow yourself to be who you are?
Is freedom to show your true colours without being ashamed or unsure?
Is freedom to breathe without counting your breaths or the days you have left?
Is freedom to shut the door behind and head for the rainbow?
Is freedom that ray...
With the windows fogging from by breath,
I will be bound for the slaughterhouse,
Bound for the slaughterhouse,
If you find my garments torn,
And my hair torn,
And blood from my tears,
I was in the slaughterhouse
If you hear my cry,
Hear my cry,
Make sure that when you turn...
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...
doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of...
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...
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...
so great goes,
when it dies,
Maybe there's a graveyard of dead love headstones somewhere,
perhaps close to Pluto,
where names get added as people break up,
together with single socks and broken keys.
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...
ago. It's called Masks.
I was running through a forest,
with no idea how I'd gotten there.
The trees were tall, and the sky gray,
as I ran like a scared hare.
I stopped, and looked about,
but the gloom was all around me.
I saw the sun, setting silent,
as twilight settled...
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...
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...
After a while you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises
and you begin...
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...
“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...
consumes you, eliminates you
But soon you won't be here
There'll be nothing left to fight and no one left to win
Which paths have been drawn into your thirsty heart?
Which maps have been burning inside your restless mind?
Which oceans have been drying in your tired soul?
waited.It was a long timeAgo.Many yearsPassed into the void,AndI turned awayBelieving that all was lost,But it was not so.I seemed to see her face,Half-hidden in the twilightOf the winter eve.I was lost in some magicAnd reason meant little.My mind was misty,So I went to her.I...