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.wistful.They're almost black: the memories.
Ironically fitting, the tint to our clothes and
how you hair was supposed to be but of course that had turned out
unexpected, a little too poetic to mean anything but
brighter is what I need.
And I'll take that optimism and run it up my veins,
- not painfully, don't spare a pause for concern, i'm alright, i promise -
and maybe it'll spark a new light
something to help see better, feel better, breathe better,
anything to remember.
But once I do, it'll only hurt more
and it already hurts plenty without the reminders of
moon-eyes, they were like moons, right?
porcelain, pristine no matter how damaged you swore you were,
a laugh that i knew was music, but what was the tune?
a smile, lips turned up but i can't seem to recall how or why or
where those memories went.
they've got to be here somewhere..
and of course the closeness,
that final moment that passed too quickly of
arms linked, hearts joined, we were so close -
.Reminisce.Remember when we'd sit up against the wall?
Share a laugh, make it up as we went along
And how we were so happy, when it was just two
And how my heart is twisting at the thought of you
Remember swinging high and flipping when you reached the top?
And how thousands of miles couldn't tell our hearts to stop?
And now the mist of rain only speaks your name, no matter what I do
Why can't my heart stop twisting at the thought of you?
Remember our first exchange of words that meant the world?
The tug-of-war that we played as lonely fingers curled
And with the summer waning, I don't know what to do
All I feel's my heart twisting at the thought of you.
Remember our last goodbye, a hug cut short by time?
And how it finally hit me that it might be fine
Though love is never-ending, and hearts can go on, too
My heart is always twisting at the thought of you.
.Withering Ties.What comes with you is withering ties
Run down by distance soaring high
A side of memories to go by
With swollen hopes run sick and dry.
It's broken shards of promise lands
Of shining knights and Peter Pans
To calm your jittery, shaky hands
To drop your fragile grains of sand.
What we once were seems to have flown
Shapen by the sides we've grown
And what we may have never known
Came about when left alone.
It's a new window to look through
Of greener grass that's bright and new
With sunlight to light up your blues
A reflection of me and you.
A ball of wishes waiting
It's magic never fading
The seeds filled with desire
To shoot your hopes up higher.
The stem is plucked without a care
Chance for a wish is equal; fair
Inhale your trust and all you know
Exhale your dreams and let them go.
They'll ride the wind and sail the skies
Whisked away before your eyes
And when they're ready, they will grow
All they need is just a blow.
.Spiral.A twisting, turning coil spirals
Lower, lower, 'til it drops
The coil's close to snapping now
Tighter, tighter, 'til it pops.
Hear it snap; fast as a blink
Listen, listen, or you'll miss it
See it spring back; no hestiation
Quickly, quickly, did you see it?
It's not the same, it's broken now
Fix it, fix it, make it better
Before it's rusty and forgotten
Hurry, hurry, put it together.
Time is sprinting much too fast
Slower, slower, can you keep up?
It's fate is sealed; broken forever
Silence, silence eats you up.
.Unconditional.Stunted attention gravitates around two foggy scenes
One of muddy browns, one of looming evergreens
The same abrupt ending to come, the same destiny
Of having to take in the blows and continue moving.
There's always the same blip of thought to get me stumbling
The 'what-if's' that fuel that fire dying to keep burning
But no matter the desperation cycling through my head
I'd rather go down with a smile than be broken and dead.
It's a constant struggle to look forward, ignore the urge to look
But if I do, there's no stopping the automatic hook
I'll flouder and I'll lose my grip just for old time's sake
It's too big of a hole to fill, too big a risk to take.
Those certain songs and memories are pushed away like disease
The wound's too ripe to reminisce, I'll never be at ease
And the moon would be your eyes while the sun would be your smile
And the snapshots would come rushing in, like they have for a while.
So to keep the blistering pain at bay, I'll look off to the side
Pretend that ther
.Facade.A mere sweetness to the eyes
With a gentle voice to add
Not a true threat to the field
In which a heart's moths do flutter.
There's but the smallest stirring
To accompany a lonely smile
Aware of forced love's quaint facade
To lure a heart into deception.
Be it a game of love or lust
A tug of war of 'do's and 'don't's
Or simply a game of pretend
To dress a lone smile with color.
There's a bitter beauty in the cracks
Of a heart that's feigned affection
The hint that what was once reality
Could return if properly coaxed out.
.Ghost.Am I but a ghost for you
The way you are a ghoul for me?
Am I ever just a speeding car
Passing by your highway-mind?
You were my fall-back safety net
To keep me from falling too hard
You were my sane security
To cling to when my bird-heart trembled.
I don't miss your apologies or promises or words
But the intentions behind them; the feel, the touch, the looks
I yearn for nostalgic concern that's faded into speckled papers
The thought that once I had been primary, no longer so expendable.
Now we're trapped in memories; scrapbooks laced with tears
The broken bond and stitched up hearts that beg for a numbing dosage
Now it's saddened hopelessness, desperate for a glimpse to the future
In fear that we may end up with just one love that never lived to blossom.
:.Dream.:Sometimes, when I'm alone and only silence rings through the halls, I'll go into my room and turn the lock.
I grab my headphones and slip them on, powering up my trusty music player then carefully selecting a song.
I close my eyes and wait.
There's a stirring in the room: a quiet rumble as the song starts up. There's only black to see, but my senses kick in as the faint sound of chanting plays into the background.
I open my eyes and the sight before me is stunning.
The walls are no longer a bland eggshell-white, but are loud and ecstatic. They hold a sea of fist-pumps hitting the air as the buzzing of a million fans scream behind the rising action. The guitars pick up the steady beat, swinging hands with the tempo and gliding through the air. They're clustered but casual in movement, dancing as the bass rings through their bodies.
I look out at all of them, a smile on my lips.
I take a deep breath.
The first note is steady and clean as if this wasn't the first time I had bel
The Girl and the Goat I was once so devote
To one whom the angels have hand-wrought
A worship that was prevented, by a robot goat
I struggled to unchain my throat
Which was bound for I did not believe myself a big-shot
I was once so devote
Soon I was ready to cross the moat
And leaped over, as if moon-shot
A feat that was prevented, by a robot goat
Once again I pre
It Wouldn't LastI think I broke his heart.
How could I be so cruel?
I said the word, tore us apart,
Is this what it means to rule?
Never knew what he saw in me,
Only the small, trivial things.
He said he was okay, you see.
The harsh word in his ear rings.
Asking my opinion, then debating it,
Is that how the world works?
I'm sure he was so full of it.
In a breakup, are there often perks?
No, he's the victim, his heart is hurting,
In this case, I'm the one to blame.
For me, the love, out of his heart, is spurting.
I think cupid may have missed his aim.
For me, there was never a connection
I never felt comfortable with him.
In terms of sensing this, he failed detection.
My guilt spilled over the brim.
Week and a half, his heart's mine for the taking.
I feel it was all too fast
Maybe if he'd waited a year or two-
No, I still think it wouldn't last.
Love at first sightThey say love can bloom at first sight
I was not one to believe until that night
When the cheer and fun was to begin
My heart beat strong and began to win
Even our meet our talk began to last
With dreams, likes and the past
We both began at in a place of insanity
But then walked towards our paths of humanity
Our family friends and thoughts
And the many things we were taught
So when one says there is no love at first sight
I say to them that they are not very right
Because I was the girl who fell in love at first sight
Poems to AsylumOde to Ju
You who know the face of love lie,
for I have seen it
A face of love and delight,
Her skin smooth and delicate.
Her eyes of care and passion,
Her voice soft and gentle,
Her hair beautiful blonde that frames her face,
her temper delicate and fragile
Sarah, I love you.
This Isn't Me
Shall I compare ye to a summers day?
I think not, for it isn't me.
So what of winds in may?
For it is now and I am with you.
For heaven shines in your eyes
while hell shines in mine,
without another they both fall
So long they live, so shall our love.
For the hate of poetry my affection is double,
I love you Sarah, I hope this poem see not rejection.
Loosing My MarblesRushing rushing daisies
Popping the tops off never ending sod fields;
Mortal cries of aquatic hunger
Often lost in the magnitude of the latitude;
Incomprehensible to this little blue marble.
True LoveIt was one of those moments. It was a moment they speak of in movies. It’s the one you stare at on the big screen without blinking and you think to yourself “I wish I was her.” The two stood there and stared at each other. He looked at her with such great love and everyone knew it but her. He was in love with her. He calls her beautiful everyday and he means it. He means every kind word he ever says to her. He’d do absolutely anything for her until the day they both die. He wants to be with her forever. He pictures his future and all he sees is her standing right next to him hand in hand with him. She looked at him the same way. She stared into his glassy eyes with great love. She wanted him and only him. Guys would talk to her but she ignores them. She only wants him, no one else. She closes her eyes at night and pictures a future with him. The truth is they love each other and everyone else sees it but they don’t. Everyone believes in them. She is too af
.Pining.Of urgency and desperation
A heart in need of love's salvation
Send a smile my direction
Trust in me your heart's protection.
A spark was shared between our gaze
Which marked the start of many days
In which I'd drown under your stare
Stripped of thought, you left me bare.
Down to bones, I tend to wonder
If in your mind I ever to wander
Like the child I stoop down to
When it comes to me and you.
I like to think our spark had meaning
Towards destiny I'm often leaning
But even fantasy walks a line
To keep your fate sealed off from mine.
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