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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
your namethree months from now, i'll look back on this and think
"i can't believe i ever wrote your name on my desk."
but until then, i'll keep scratching it in,
over and over,
until it makes a dent,
in my heart.
018. LovePaper planes
onto my desk
from across the room.
to a smiling face
that blooms like flowers.
You can call it chemistry,
but I'd like to call it love.
The Mutual ExchangeHer body was like stone,
Her heart like ice,
Yet She oozed a sticky red warmth.
His body was like ice,
His heart; an untamed flame,
Yet no one noticed how brightly He shone.
When He crossed Her path, all She could see was His light;
Guiding Her through Her day.
When She crossed His path, all He could feel was Her frost;
Cooling the blaze inside.
When their hands brushed, nothing else mattered
Accept the mutual exchange of energy between
Heat and Cold.
Brown Eyes Aren't BoringThe cigarette fog is clearing out
And all I see are unhappy people
So many unhappy people.
This weight is pulling me down.
Rest my head.
Baby all I see are those brown eyes.
Twinkling in this sunlight.
I never seen such beautiful eyes.
Break the Mold09-12-14
Break the mold,
I want to be told,
"I'll be the one that you'll hold,"
For I no longer want to be cold...
Mermaid's Monologue For LoveI'm floating over where I should be standing
Fins are what I have, no feet for demanding
I dream about being touched upon my shoulders
As you let me know you are there
Why do I dream of love at such a young age?
Blush marks appear on my face
As I daydream about what you would provide for me
Embracing myself with arms crossing my waist
If only I could have a taste
Of the possible good things you may offer
For our relationship~
My hair tosses about in the oceans waves
The wind the earth would receive is different
Underneath the dirt and trees
My brown eyes filled with enthusiastic hope
My heart beats as if you've already arrived
Yet that is not so unto my eyes
As I hug myself, I picture you near me
My eyes close for sleepiness and wanting you
Wanting my love near my side
Before the Earth collects the ocean's tide
Blush marks redden more than usual
I open my eyes as I gaze at the moon
Before I drift off to sleep
To ease my high school conscience
Are you there to kiss my troubles each
Love with TimeIf love is not shown, is it lost forever and never to be obtained again?
Or does it remain with the one that you loved for all eternity and possibly be returned to you by the one you loved?
The only thing that has the answer is Time.
So forever there will always be hope for Love.
The Dirk To My RoxyHis name is-
Well, that's not what matters.
It's his heart,
which, yeah it's hard to see - with the robotic way he speaks
and his seemingly careless nature,
but it's there.
His heart is the terrain I trek on in my wistful dreams,
and I can only hope
I leave my mark.
The land of his soul
strains for another person;
can't you see me?
Can't you love me?
It's too much
to expect him to change his entire being,
his entire soul,
just for my own pleasure.
I want him badly, and
I don't know if this is just lust or
a harmless infatuation,
but I want him to love me.
We talk daily, about many things,
I thought he was heartless but it turns out I was
I'm the heartless one here.
So I'll keep waiting,
cause he's a Prince and I'm a rogue.
Why can't his heart be mine?
Why can't I appearify it from nothingness,
from this void,
and feel it with my own two hands,
imprinting on it eternally?
I can't help ho
Things No One Else Notices Are What I Love MostI love your eyes,
dark and focused
when you’re concentrating
on whatever it is
And your smile
That looks so silly sometimes
when you’re waiting
for a kiss
and how you get annoyed
when I just want to be close
and hold hands
and that’s all
I’m amused by
the way you sound
when I’ve surprised you
by saying something I shouldn’t have
or before you leave,
when I kiss your nose
and you don’t think it’s as cute
as I think it is,
but I can tell
that you probably still love it.
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. >
Of Snake Charmers and TreesThere are mathematicians
that calculate the gravitational
pull that tethers us to one another,
teasing sense out of the fabric
of Time and Space like
wizened snake charmers.
I thought them so horribly
unromantic, searching for
logic amidst wildflowers-
reasoning being reason enough
to put one foot in front
of the other each day.
True beauty lay printed
on petals and pages,
where I delved for pearls;
the patterns in the pathos
intriguing me into each
rising of the sun.
I do not remember when
it occurred to me that
without fractals there would
be no trees, nor without love
would people have any reason
to calculate the distances that
separate them from their muses.
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