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Don't make a Sound.Don't make a sound.
As my eyes wander over you
to and fro
with the vibrancy of the ambient blue.
And so I say to you:
Quiet soft, beloved, stay
take my hand
let me calm your disquieted thoughts,
I'll whisk your breath away.
Follow me into a sea of stars,
and we'll drink the time anew.
Sip at the worlds sullen fears,
stripped bare by the passing years.
Don't turn around.
You will hear a softened echo,
reverberating off time and space,
even sweeter still,
the dimples of youth still shining
so brightly on your face.
Face your fears, my love
face your fears.
Your past is in the past.
Shh, quiet, my dear
Don't you make a sound.
Soon our lives will fall to decay,
and we'll dream it all away.
The Dulling Blade.In the silence of this fastly falling twilight is where,
the sun seems to feel its warmest.
And in this darkening world is where,
I find comfort,
in the quiet solace I dwell within,
and allow that lasting warmth to permeate my all-too-soft skin.
I cast a swift glance back to where
the laughter, the easiness,
floods the pathway,
lets us not forget what the true bliss of friendship really is.
I feel my eyes grow damp, and swallow hard trying to compensate for
all these things that I feel,
each and every day.
And how simplicity is but a dream.
How nothing is what it really seems.
It demands to be felt in the most sweetest of ways.
Whether it be out of release, or of containment.
your eyes contain the darkness of drawing curtains,
of a show coming to a close.
Your smile has lost its pure radiance,
in a world dreamed up in serenity.
And replaced it was with the bitterness of what exists to be reality,
in a world as beautiful as this.
You grow quiet once again,
Feeling without Feeling.I am feeling without feeling,
the sadness of the world.
An empty kind of color,
lost within plain sight.
There is emptiness, there is pain.
That melody grows hauntingly so, with each new refrain.
Creates a choking numbness,
a solitary sound.
Doesn't take away the pain,
the crying rain.
I want what I cannott have.
And cannot have what it is I truly want.
Though there is nothing in this world unattainable,
but the things you deem unattainable.
A feeling within a feeling,
exists the same as a lie within a lie.
Forever reverberating off the walls,
of every echo in time.
My chest though still feels,
as if no ink in the world could capture the image my heart so steals,
of uncertain certainty,
in which I so crave.
My heart feels,
as if it soon may cave.
I dream of places far from here,
transcending with harsh reminder,
that dreams exist merely as dreams,
never dwelling on the liquid remnant thoughts in which we hope to be real.
Deciphering themselves between reality and sur
Yggdrasill.In my heart, their exists a place,
unlike any other.
It holds together woven dreams,
and comforts me as a mother.
Hidden in the secret depths,
of darkness and of shadow,
is where a tree of purity,
remains with me for eternity.
It glimmers with the ghostly shine,
of dwindling little hope,
comforts and protects,
and offers ideals of love.
It refrains from the permanent wilt,
cursed by inner guilt.
It's branches whisper in the dying day,
leading again my thoughts astray.
Reminding me, that with it exists infinity.
So long as your light shines on,
this broken world will stay.
As it is, as it was,
it will never fall away.
Together, like a Curse.Long ago, there was a time
in which truly was,
residing where youth played at the strings of our hearts.
Ever teasing, steady, true.
Every day, a battle for you.
It was then I fell,
as your eyes cast their quiet spell,
and I realized soon thereafter,
that there would never be a happy ever-after.
Like the kiss of a slighted curse,
gone were you,
as sure as the shadows that which melt me.
Gone and come again,
for the youth of tomorrow like the sun does not fade.
Or cast my vibrant colors to duller forms of gray.
The Clock Ticks Away.I stand here, lost in a world of my own.
Reap here, the seams I've yet to have sewn.
I've yet to sense the strain of a world so far gone.
And I'll probably never know.
Memories fall away, as time decays.
The clock ticks life away.
I am here, I am not.
I have lived, and forgot
what it is to be alive.
For a world so slowly turning,
and ever slowly dying,
all I can ever do is cling to my love for you,
and pray for all the world, that it will be enough.
Give me strength, for all that we assume to be what is,
and I in turn will give you my living sacrifice,
if you're prepared as well for all its lies.
Proximate.Shadow fall, in one fell swoop,
giving way to obvious swoon.
Swiftly gone, and come again,
like a rivers flow, never ends.
And the moon, it rises so,
bargaining with life to let me go.
Settling debts with death itself,
placing it soft, so it may quell.
Rotate everywhere, as you may,
lost in orbit, let me stay.
Approximate your inner desires,
to feed your inner burning fires.
Keep and hold me, far too close,
'lest I fall to comatose.
Reverberating.Hush, love of mine,
as you drown in a sea of strings.
Pulling every which way.
For every little thing.
Closing your sovereign eyes to all but the light,
wishing that I may somehow be enough.
Break me, set me free,
gently cut me loose.
As I'm merely an aging clock,
Shattered in wait,
as their cries reverberate off the hinges of my overly filled heart.
We're all but actors in life of part.
In past, present, in now.
Resist me always,
for I am unstrung.
I've settled debts within my aching soul,
but even so I wish for you to not let go.
I've come undone,
and you will never know,
just how far I'll go for you.
The Story of You.And when the darkness fair,
to distant silent rumbles,
my mind it goes quite astray,
and ceases with its troubles.
When the storm gives way to sun,
and when it's washed away,
you breathe your life into mine,
to live another day.
You let me live, and cry and breathe.
Let me break, and let me seethe.
You let me hit you, when inside I'm dying.
And catch me as I fall.
Tell me that it's all okay,
and give it all your all.
You sit me down, tell me now,
what it is about my flaws,
that makes me human,
that makes me feel,
that I am alive.
That I am real.
Addicted to Messy Kisses (Visual) I want to sit on the
roof top in your boxers and kiss
you while listening to you telling me about
the stars that made the constellations on my
face. I want to kiss you when you photograph me,
because that's what I want to remember: loving you
endlessly and boundlessly. I want to kiss you when you
are too tired and too drunk, and watch you slobbering all
over me, while I laugh in your breath on my lips. I want to
kiss you in libraries, when you'll blush and tell me to sto
organized chaosHis brain's like
reflecting muted light.
His brain is architecturally sound,
with perfect corners
organized into neat sections,
metal cutting the spectrum
into cautious pieces.
He tells me he's nothing.
He tells me that he's grown up
from the cracks in the sidewalk
like a dandelion,
and he's been waiting his whole life
for someone to come along
and blow his fucking head off.
He tells me he comes from a bad place,
and I nod
when all I want to do is shake him
and remind him
that everything beautiful
must grow up out of the dirt.
I wanted to write you a lovesong.i.
Summer rain has nothing
on the sound of your laugh,
little pinpricks of sunshine
lounging across the cobbled
streets of midnight,
cooled grey eyes, shining
tears of nightlights
glowing like stars in your cheeks;
in darkened archways,
hollow stone walls
reverberating through my skull --
back to earth, loving
taking root under the city floor,
breathing across cool hands
in warmer songs, notes
bundled under my sheets
thoughts that last all night
and drift between the rafters
of my chest
wanting at last;
pure, starry sky and
dawn rolls down the mountainside,
turrets and towers
crinkle-eyed smile batters
falling -- falling --
more delicate than down
softly into the clouds.
one life into another
the moon has sunk
into my soul; I am losing
but the bloodl
BloodlustIn our private heaven
We satisfy our bloodlust
By breaking each other's skin
With a shinny blade
And tasting the crimson flow
The flow of life
A life of lust and love
The love we feel
For each other
A bloody and guilty love
Of voluntary wounds
And beautiful scars
Our reason to live
Our dirty secret
A secret we both carry
With great pleasure
The only way
We can feel happiness
Two LilliesI found my soul,
in a white lily atop a hill,
a red wine sunset
splashed against the sky.
My heart felt her before
I could see,
the flower strongly rooted
petals blowing with a battle cry
against the wind.
The gusts overtime,
testing and strengthening
the precious growth
roots sewn deep.
I sat beside,
your petals open wide
nothing left to hide,
shades of white
despite the soil you came from.
Yet alone you sit
a secret scent,
for me to enjoy
as I read a book,
and talk to you about everything and nothing.
Late into the night.
dew like tear drops,
and I couldn't take you home with me
but I would return again,
Until the day I join you.
How the waves tasted your anklesSince you are the only sailor
of the sea that my moon-
child eyes so easily bleed,
I crumble to shoreline pieces
every time I press my lips
to half-neglected sea glass,
haunted by visions of the way
you rolled cherries on your tongue.
Lover, I will try to forget you.The moon is braiding
her sighs into my hair
as I tell her 'I
dislike the thought
of being perfect.
Even more because
I always tried for him.'
There is turbulence
in these bones as he
ghosts past me and
into the skyline.
Perhaps it is time
I stop following.
StarsYou fill me up with bubbles,
dreams and futures floating for me.
Using a line of chalk to draw my life plans on me,
outlining where we can go together.
Stars scribbled across my forehead,
highway across my belly.
Breathing in the cars, making a map of our love.
A Smile, Perchance.Shake the folly away, my dear.
Shake it all away.
For it's just fun and games, I say.
It's just fun and games.
You're the riddle to my fiddle, sweet.
And play sweet songs you do.
Make me laugh, and smile-weep.
Swept right off my feet.
Why so tense, so serious dear?
Never shall you fear.
You and I, we will be dancing.
'Round and round we'll veer.
To the left, the right, yes all around!
You'll sway me to your sound.
The smiles, oh how they dance!
You've stolen mine by chance.
And for 'ere abound, I'll be around.
Like the sun, for now I'm found.
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