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Heartbeats.If I am not human then let this body be a vessel
to channel the left over love
And if my heart beat not for you
shall my carcass float along in the lonely seas of hell.
Because if I am not human and I am not alive for you
Then may my heart slow to a darker silence of inhumanity.
Tens of thousendsAmongst the broken hearts and misguided smiles you stood; as a human, composed and content. The light of 10000 stars pricked your pretty eyes, and for a moment in time my heart began to rebuild, my hands began to shake and I became alive once more.
The breeze of gentle realisation broke the spell of which id created for hope and longing and peace of mind. The pain itself would darken the world and tarnish the dawn and yet still I let my eyes flutter open to see the dream of which id lived not 10000 stars ago.
Beneath the hill of stolen sights, on which you rested feather light
The sparks of tormented souls gave up and exploded into the night
How much the spring can changeI sat alone on the broken bridge to daylight, swinging my legs like a impatient child in a supermarket full of edgy adults in grey suits. Re-making old films in my head were the heroine stays in town and the hero doesnt die in such a tragic fashion.
Beside me you sat, eyes closed deep in silent thought. Though I would never admit it at that second I believed in angles, god and a future for me. Seven months latter I dreamt of blood and horror and a city full of broken glass. How much the spring can change one person.
It was strange you know, I always thought this moment would be more painful than losing you. I imagined tears and knowing what to say.
Now I sit here all along alone in what I thought to be an afterthought of yesterday
Oh how much the spring can change one person with its sinful light of sunlight.
Gougou.We chased the sunlight to the end of Aristotles world
dragging behind us the darkness of night
with our arms raised high we dove into the abyss of the fire,
burning in the bliss of belonging
reunited at last in this shell of our own happiness
we completed the theorem on the alignment of stars and love
together we were a soul at very best
We waited until your god answered us,
I spent years trying to explain to you
why my cynical words never lead to anything more
than chemical equations and stale dusty books.
(to be honest i would give anything to have had your faith)
We spent years trying to unravel a fools paradise
Sitting on the wall between midnight and dawn
toying with the strings of fate and death.
daisy dust.Youd crush a flower beneath your fingers
Id call it daisy dust ;blow it into the wind
And id hope it fixed itself along the way
Seven months ago you slept, on a bed of freedom and answers
And you slept and you slept as the seasons flicked over channels
Its spring exactly seven months today and new life begins
I sit amongst the daffodils and press my fingers around the buds
Their yellow hearts explode beneath my palm, and I blow their remains to the wind
The next year I walk along the bank to see the new daffodils escape from beneath the soil, before I fall to me knees six yellow petals fly beyond my grasp.
All around the winds scream at my self control
I stand four steps away from you
Everything is so clear above everyone, I can almost hear your voice again
This fresh stab of pain burns my wrists as I re read your name
Your flowers fall to our feet, re-cycled to the earth.
SkinWe could pull off our skin
examine the similarities
We could throw away our masks
Forget our rage for today
You have escaped heavens air
But still you choke in midnight
We have spoken, argued
And all that remains is ash
I have cried, I have grieved
But the wound is still fresh
The irony of summer aches
It grabs me and it pulses
But it knows not what it has stolen
My pain is my heart
And I feel it throb through seconds
If I were cast into ageless sleep
I wouldnt ask god to see your face as I rest
I would pray when i woke it was all a dream
Bitlets 158She can’t decide to ask him
picking the petals of forget-me-nots:
he likes me,
he forgives me not.
historically inaccurate documents-i-
you were perfect.
i could not look directly
at your flare, your lace,
i learned to love and blush
in that moment.
there are eight planets
and each one orbits
i am the first person to name
this cluster of stars
for the handful of freckles
on your arm
that it mirrors.
and i am also
you are the gleaming envy
of every viewer. you stand
bathed in worship-worthy
nervous ticks that only i
not a single other being
in our plane
is made of matter.
you alone are real
and we are the shatters
of the echoes
your breathing makes.
cusped quasars sync
portals swarming out of
sinusoidal orders. ornate
soils storing digitized loyalties
of lovers purring potently.
potential switched kinetic
all times are ours
and all dimensions follow
all rhymes involve
and all tensions swallow
we're all right
in all beds
with all words
like the length
of our lives,
we are withou
PetalsI pull off a petal
"He loves me."
His smile is the galaxy I live and breathe in.
I pull off a petal.
And when he can't make time for me, that's okay.
He makes up for it in his kisses.
I pull off a petal.
The other girls don't matter
Because he comes home to me.
It hurts a little but I deal with it
Because he is the sun and the stars.
I pull off a petal.
He may ignore me sometimes
But deep down I know he cares.
I pull off a petal.
I'm hurting, but I need him.
He's the only one in my head.
He's the air in my lungs.
I pull off a petal.
"He loves me not."
speechlessI swear, I don't think I've ever
met a person quite like you before.
You stir up an inconceivable amount of feelings
inside of me, and it seems that I can never
find the right words to say whenever I'm around you.
In TuneI breathe in time with the rise and fall of your chest.
When our fingers lace, they hold tight for hours.
You don't just finish my sentences
I swear you read my mind.
We're a well oiled machine.
Like the ebb and flow of the sea.
We're becoming one body, one soul.
You and me.
We're meant to be.
Our UniverseHere we are in our mundane universe.
We stand underneath the night sky
And gaze up at the stars.
We are two small specks of dust
Attached to each other by tangled fingers.
My toes wiggle deeper into the sand
As I watch you splash around in the warm water.
Sometimes it's hard to believe there's a universe out there.
But we'll see it someday.
Together, hand in hand,
We will explore this huge galaxy.
We will make our own discoveries.
We will search for adventure
All the while we hold tightly to each other.
Because I see the universe in your eyes and your heart.
Because no matter how far we go
We'll still be two little dots
Lying on that beach
domain and range mean nothing before 10 amshe made worlds on tuesday mornings
not bothering to listen or take notes but instead
looking down onto the numbers and letters at her fingertips
and drawing the square roots and functions up in her mind
graphing virtual abstracts of you that
her unsteady hands lacked the deftness to create in her notebook.
she had tried a thousand times, though,
sharpening the pencil over and over
and adjusting this exponent and that denominator to get nearer to your curvature
in hopes of a more accurate depiction
in hopes of a smaller margin of error
but she ran out of lead faster than your face ran through her head
and erasers and echoed lines
are flimsy compensation for such an injustice to your irresponsible perfection.
so she forewent paper
instead latching tight onto the afterimage
which contained a calm, unstirred world
where the cream in her coffee spiraled into art and froze mid-oblivion
where the clicks of locks on doors meant
nothing more than solitude
with her thoughts
where your navy-and-
One nightOne night, I can be with you.
I don't have to look at the moon
anymore; hoping that you will be
looking too. The stars dance
around the moon like all those
other girls do, because they want
to be with you.
Envy begins to the poison that
sets into my veins; how any of
those girls could make you feel
like you've found the one but I'm
just going to be that girl that
sits on the side wishing that
you could love me.
You won't even know anything about
me but, I know so much about you,
my dear. The way that you smile the
definition of happiness, to the way
your voice plays a symphony that is
I begin to fall in love with you
all over again, like I did before.
Nothing could make me feel so safe
and warm in a cocoon except for you;
looking at me with those blue eyes
that are brighter then the ocean
itself making it jealous of you.
ForeverLooking into your eyes; your soul, I know
that one thing is for certain; forever.
I want to spend my life with you
forever and ever, even after we die and
gone to heaven I still want to be with you
forever because to have someone like you
in my life is all I ever wanted as a little
girl; you have completely made me the
most happiest person that I've ever been in
the longest time.
Your my soul mate that I don't want to ever
want to live without knowing that I've
found you. I want you to hold me in your
arms endlessly, never letting me go because
I feel so secure and toasty to have your arms
wrapped around my waist; having your lips
gently press on my cheek and slowly work your
way down to my lips all the way to my neck,
how sweet the kisses feel on my skin.
A blitz feeling starts to works it's way into
my veins. I put hands on your back feeling all
the muscles and bones that you have; how
muscular your back feels, it sends adrenaline
to my brain, I begin to kiss your lips softly.
I never loved you anyway.I am finding out things that only fools and you know
Like the way I remember your laugh at the most inappropriate times , just so when I smile again its like old times, or the way your eyes look to me when its been five hours of drawing flowers and still they look so much more beautiful than any dying plant.
I never planned any of this you know, not one prolonged metaphor of it.
So if it hurts to know I love you,
I promise to tell you I never loved you anyway.
<i I never loved you anyway. >
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