Lately, I've been taking pictures in attempt to preserve the moment. Everyday is a different picture, painted gorgeously in the space just above your very head.
As I sometimes gaze up at the swirling colors above me, I wonder if anyone else is looking as well, and breathing in...
My bleeding heart is broken, while never knowing the reasons why.
Sometimes I think that I hate you.
But then I step back in time.
How can this be forever
...if you dont stay to see me cry.
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.
How warm the love left to the cold? How reaching the words no one reads? How full the glass no one drinks? How blue the sky in which nothing flies? How dark the day when gone is light? How moving the song no one will sing? How hale beats the heart which bleeds? How quiet the...
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...
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...
Imperfect in every way.
She had no color to attract.
No thorn to protect.
Such things matter little when one is a weed.
But every few months she mustered a bloom.
A bloom not of fireworks and sunsets, the weed bloomed with a hushed beauty.
A quiet pretty...
.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...
Leave This World
The door creaks open. A silhouette stands by the frame waiting in anticipation. The soft hazy glow behind him hides his hesitation. The trembling of his hands fluctuate the dusty glow hitting the surface of the mahogany writing desk on the other side of the...
All of You!
Bound within a sharp falling shield of awareness,
Our tactile essence
Perfect self-raindrops, tear inhibition,
Reshapes the distance between us
Inside our fears.
Secretive fragments, painfully
Dislodging eternal vulnerable song,
Into crevices hungry...
for Dec to watch a new show on Netflix :) the 11th :) an Adam Sandler western show :) called the ridiculous 6 :)
In other boring news.. I vacuumed the living room :) and my dog chewed up all my old shoes :/ (I hid my new ones) kinda a bummer though..
I like old...
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'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...
I LOVE YOU!
Aft'... Our bodies are spent.
After, sweaty limbs are entangled.
exquisitely long after,
Hastily disrobed clothes lay crumbled
notes of arousal
blown inside reckless desire.
What does one say...
have danced so...
and try to tell you something about me, I probably couldn’t. In fact, some topics I will deliberately avoid talking about because of their exposure. Exposure, yes, I know you’re wondering what I mean. It’s hard to explain though, but I’ll try. So It’s warm where you...
skymoon in perfect balanceAs pale stars bloom over the pinesBlend into intimacycurves molding rough edgesSkin kissing skinIn languid warmthMy fingers painting whisperson your chestYour strong rhythm throbbing to my earThe rough undressedThe submission sweetConnected with...
mist clouds my view
The metallic sound of a Fender
Grinds the harmonics to eternal ripples
The northern lights electrify my ribs
Your echoes reverberate my soul
Your ignorance amplifies my determination
Your heartbeat, not worth synchronized
The tone heats my bones
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!
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
(Live Pulse Concert)
“The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over land” (quote from Pink Floyd Sorrow lyrics)
Leila, her image in the window, watches him walk away
Her door to this universe slams shut
He bursts out of the house,
Behind him the laws of science is about to...
From a fire long forgotten.
There is history there,
in that lonely pile of ash,
embedded in that ember.
The book is closed,
the lock has turned for now.
What was written remains,
emanating feelings with no reason.
and I have an assignment due in one week - the first draft of a short story.
Most of the story is already in my head - I just need to write it down. It's about the same characters who are in the novel I'm writing. (The novel is about how my life should have turned out, as...
Smoke rising, passion swirling within body energy
I made you uncomfortable
Stolen looking, naked hunger, memory inhaling
Brown gazelle legs, Life's art preserved beyond touching,
Polka dot ruffles caressing dancing fluid hips
I squeezed you hard ice...
and full of emotions. It is like a release from all the chains which bind me. People who can write and express their emotions are helping others in a way. Writing and reading is an individual and unique experience between the writer and the reader. It is a connection formed...
thunderstorm and rain,
Wash away my pain and fear,
Crashing my lips onto yours,
Blinding my sight with your eyes,
Freezing your face in my hands,
Hanging onto your hair for survival,
Submerging my tongue into your ocean of passion,
Embracing your body into my soul,
straddling my mindThey seem to have all becomethrobbing pulse points...Spilling across my surfaceFluidLike dark honey smooth and sweetUndulating as a liquid waveThey've become flamesdancing and burning into my thirsty skinand desire... Desire wrapped around my tongueMy body...
The weary sun this day does not rise
as the earth is rent in twain
by a booming blare spawned from a sickly horn.
Ragged hands wrapped in beads of Rosary
scrape their way up the fleshy earth.
A man near the opened earth, of no religion does he ascribe
who days ago did laugh...
I walk near you, beautiful inhibition
Always besides you
So paranoid by my affection
Be prepared tonight it's all knew
Only time we go to show love to each other
It's you, forever together
Tonight you'll see, I'm right here
Tomorrow you'll never forget tonight
Near lake Windermere, Lake District UK. Late afternoon, Miryam steps out of the car. She embraces a knee-high white backless dress, tailored to her exquisitely-shaped body and personality, her light reddish blonde hair tied in a bun, revealing the perfect slim line of her...
For not taking that step before.
I know it's always been fear
From breaking that boundary.
Just want you to know
That I love you.
I'm just afraid.
Of disappointing your heart.
Of disappointing you.
for awhile now.
Last night I had a dream I was back in high school and our lit teacher made us write a 4,000 word story... I obviously miss writing. But I still have this block I can't get past.
I need motivation.
I just want to be close and hold tight
All you do, is all I need and if it's good for you its good for me, so hold tight
Don't turn away in fear, in this time and in this space, keep us here and hold tight
A tender moment lost in bunches of passionate kisses and light touches...
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...
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...