Ticking clock and candlelight
The cold company of despair hovers in the flickering shadows
"I'm always here," it whispers
"I'll never leave you"
"Embrace me, let me in"
A siren's song for the unwanted heart
To wallow in the sorrow
Let go and let the pain flow...
Read if you would like. There is emotion and pain behind every word that I choose and meaning behind every character.
hazy shadowsand fiery warmthalong fields and foliageand seeping thrillingly into skinLanguishing like it owns summerSweet Autumn crooks it's fingerbeckoning seductively as if to say....Soon you shall swoon and fall into meAnd I shall burst into brilliance.
know i am nowhere but in me
i don't know where im going
but i know me
i swim within me
through senses unknown to the outside world
i live a life thats rich in colors
in tall hights through my own clouds
i walk the moon
on my own
without weight pulling me down
my heart is hole...
christian boy. Always taught to treat women like the princesses they are. He knew he was lucky. Dad was a powerful, imposing man, but he was confident in himself, so much so that he allowed his vulnerability to be seen.
He danced with his little girl at Father Daughter dances...
and close my eyes.
i will picture something pleasant in my mind
and feel arms that are not there
protecting me from the bad dreams
that enjoy taunting me and haunting me
so that when i wake, i wake refreshed
and fit to fight another day.
Shadows danced across the valley as the echo of laughter drifted on the cool autumn breeze.
Just reflections and memories of what would never be again.
A myriad of familiar scents pulled her back into another time.
She stood swaying softly, her eyes closed, breathing them...
and keeps me on solid ground. Every topic, easy and difficult, serves as a healing self reflection. Not one to dwell on the bad things in life, writing about them allows me to let go and move forward with a smile. Penning the good is my way of celebrating with words.
.The echo of clinking metal resounds and vibrates along the hillsPulsing, pounding like a heartbeatYou, mounted on your trusted steedYou, wrapped in your armorNoble man of strength and honorMany battles have thou fought and wonRough and worn and torn asunderThou hast returned to...
the wonder of it...
The odd texture of certainty
My mind strokes it hesitantly
Aware of its fragility
Before my eyes flash vignettes
We always seek proof...
He's looking into my eyes and laughing
He's enjoying me
There is no hollow ring of falsehood
I feel the...
Days whose beauty we do not notice until some "event", usually undesired and negative wakes us up and then we realise they were not bad at all after all. Days when in the past I have thought too often "my life is boring". Boring, whatever, I don't care. Days bathed by a sweet...
before winter break for this story contest (I won, though). The theme was to make your own little fairy tale or something similar to that. I just found a copy the other day in my attic, as well as a violin I hadn't seen in ages. So yeah, haha. Excuse the bad grammar and all that...
pulsing life within me
For all those steps I thought to take
I let you hold me back
You whisper slyly in my ear
I feel your breath, warm, yet I shiver
Words of seduction like "don't," "can't"
You bound me tightly, safely, securely
on a sunny afternoon
The ringing laughter
The warmth of wonder
The innocence of simplicity
The hopes and dreams that trail in your wake
Bittersweet kisses in my mind
You take the happiness I would give
The sweetness I would share
The softness I would feel
With an open heart
her cheek blurred as salt filled tears fall soaking one spot on her silky blouse that made her a lady. Her neck and chest flushed by the heat of emotion as desperation bellows from her core.
Slouched like a child in a large brown arm chair, she gazes off lost in a familiar...
just to understand.
I'll scope out my entire heart, just to love.
I'd scope out your entire brain, so that you can see yourself.
I'd scope out your entire heart, so that you can feel love.
I don't concern myself with that, anymore.
Anymore than I have.
You see, I...
shadows fall across a barren landscape devoid of hope
scattered shards of broken dreams lay glimmering in the fitful light
my heart rent asunder, it`s contents fall away bleeding into the parched earth
no dreamer wakes this day, no light beckons this weary soul
you remain distant...elusive...gone.
I long for the past
When you held me in a peaceful bliss
And allowed me to dream
Of wonderful, horrible, fantastic things
Now you have deserted me
And my eyes are wide open to the loss
And yet I still beg for your return
"Come back to me...
It follows me, wherever I go. I hate it but it's a part of me. It pulsates in my veins, like a pile of worms, it twists and squirms in them, slowly eating away on my flesh.
I'm cols, so cold. my skin, cracked, from all my movements, that tears a new wound whenever I move...
Placed there by my own indiscretions
Wandering through the sand storms
Blowing words pelt my already raw skin
The bright light of scrutenity overhead beams down
Making my flaws grow bright
Although my wandering feet stumble
My heart and soul still radiate hope
Hope that this is...
that catches my attention
bright as stars
Eyes dark as night
Your prescence warms my heart
Makes me forget
Lost in your eyes
There I shall stay
Till you disappear
From my sight
Subtle to bright but never wavering
This was me
My own purpose
My own direction
My happiness in the palm of my hand
A simple path illuminated
Lovely white light
And there in the path
A prism of wondrous delight
that never was.
she never held my hand talking sweetly as we walked along the woodland trail in spring.
her voice never moved me in a magical way as i felt the warmth of her closeness.
I never looked into her eyes and knew she would be with me forever.........
Will live a life of crime that not even the law can end. Will spend the rest of our life's in the road,running from this dark world. Our journey will bring a burden to the people who don't want to let reality go but joy to the people who do.Ill show you a life without reality...
A clock ticking somewhere
Another moment lost
I can't seem to care
A yawning ache
In the vicinity of the heart
The walls that usually comfort
Press in, suffocate
Magnify the sound of my breath
The beat of my heart
There will be no...
it's dying..Like a love that seems to endYet, perhaps only fading into dormancy.Just as that tree shall burst forth into lifeon some warm spring day.Perhaps that love also never quite dies,But is lying in quietude, stillness..Waiting to be reignited in some brilliant ray of...
With a beginning, middle, and end. Usually it's missing a timeline, but not this one.
Now if I can keep my adult-onset ADD in check...and summon up the self-discipline to actually *work on it* and *finish* it....this could be cool!