softenedthe sky whispers,ribbons of crystalline quiet,same shade as the angel dustyou shivered every time we werealone.in the darkness, we weresorry birds searching foropen dawns. you, theswan, me, theraven,black as night andjust as hopeful.and there were poemswritten in your skin, universes blooming in your hands; your eyeswere a December sunrise saving mefrom any sleep.I’ve decided thatpeople are a composition ofall their greatest memories—and you,you were always the mostbeautiful piece ofme.
Two SoulsCould I touch a silent thought?Could I know the colour of a word?Could I hear the universe full of stars?Could I hold the sea in my arms?Could I stroke your voice?Could I live in your heart?A song never sungA paper never drawnA game never wonA man never lovedA flower that movesA bird on my hairA tree always blueSpringone lovetwo soulsmy worldand you.
AirI want to lose myselfin an illogical needfor love.I want to rememberto forgethow to breathe.What is Airif not you?
Warm BodiesNothing around but air to pierce the quietness that surrounds the grace of these lustful souls,Clouding together with interchanging hearts going along with the musing beats, tones of whichKnock the desolate sounds of blood, coming together sliding back and forth like oozing drips ofHoney such a pastoral scene hidden beneath the charm of the shadows, from which love abidesLike a melody composed of two lovers, only now to see lights fading away, with feelings going farAway with such perception, what deviant ways perceive as to disregard, and leave only now toSleep to dream…..
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~I shall never stop loving thee~My powdered lips shall kiss thee through this ever lasting loveyour beauty intensifies my satisfactionO, tis' be you my darling, my one and sweet caressed heartShoot a bullet through my skull, tis' only the most dainty way I show thou love for thee.Thy heart shall never stop beating for theeHe, be this time were I shall daunt my passion for thee.so soft and abasehow I feel sorry for theetrapped by endless monsoons of terrorlet me hold thee and love you endlesslyWill thy be my lover?Be my daunty heart?If thy say Ye, then I eternal happiness shall last foreverBe thy love and I shall take care of thee foreverNever leave thy, The
RozeAm văzut niște roze întunecate, cu spini,Le-am atins și m-am rănit,și am mers mai departe...Am văzut niște roze de un roșu aprins, cu spini,Le-am atins și m-am rănit,și am mers mai departe...Am văzut niște roze albe, fără spini,și am trecut mai departe...
The Mosaic and The Wanderer.Yes this whole has been beaten down, broken now in decrepitude.Scattered, thrown here or there by wanders kicking loose pebbles.A stranger strolls and sees a stone to keep for his own collection.He didn't hear the rubble cry as another part of them is stolen. That was the day the sky turn gray with a storm of unknown magnitude.Flooding rain washed what pieces remained into a shallow puddle.In sediment they settled, put back together by this muddy concoction.As the day exsiccates a mosaic is made and a soul has been awakened.A woman rises from the sand to search for a man, and the part of her he's taken. He loves to stroll and walk alone, his thought always so bestrewed.Wander, meander where time doesn't matter. He's tired of a constant dribble.Remembering the trinket he reaches in his pocket, and is startled with a pulsing motion.Pulling out hi
~Love~Love is like powerits strong but can only last so long...Many people believe there is a red string connected with your soul mateBut strings can snap eventually...Golden hearts connected together.Then to rust and break...love can make you happy and positivebut also sad and negativevery regretful too...But pay close attention, you'll only get this once. Pick your partner carefully.They may just pick your forever..♥
I LoveDear Lover,I love what we have,And not what we need,Or should be:Strong,Whole,Or perfect.I love the way we function,When we're nearly dead,The way you:Hit me,Scream,Or punch.I love the way my heart thuds,When I relinquish the sweet airIn exchange for:Your breath,Your toxic fumes,And I choke.I love it,I love it,I love you.Sincerely, the Heartbroken
Down The Rabbit HoleHere and now I would flock to you in a heartbeat.One day though, you’re worried I may fly away instead of to your rescue.So clip my wings and drop me down the rabbit hole.Put my loyalty to the ultimate test.Just don’t let the dreadful hole land in Alice’s Wonderland.Instead, drop me in the dungeon with in your mind.Leave the dungeon’s exist doors slammed shutBut make the keys worst hiders than I am a seekerWhile allowing me the choice of you or my freedom.Display all your secrets as a piece of loot.While lacing the good in riddles for me to solve,And drenching the dark in booby traps for me to disarm.Le
Lesbian first kiss~laying together, on the bed.Not touching, I go closer in Snuggling into you a bit I play with your cheek,you play with my hairI go closer and snuggle..This time my head is gently on your shoulderYou snuggle back into my neck Looking at your face, then your eyesYour eyes are looking at my lipsI gently grab your chin and liftI can see your face in perfect view,you get scared and look down.. I reassure you with a hug.Look back into your eyes grab your chin and kiss.. I can feel our lips tremble,frightened; wanting moreSlowly but gently kissingexplosions of emotionsBeams of sweat on palms We part away for a secondWe kiss again with more confidencetouching each others bodies stroking slowly, at each others curve
rippleshow many ripples you can cause in the ocean of someone's heart, each person has a tidal system they must abide and sometimes,(even though you know better than to fight the waves)you can't help but fool yourself into thinking you can dive a little deeper.(even though you're running out of air already)and i am already becoming an expert in clasping my hands together just rightso that it feels like someone else's fingers interlaced with mine,i know how to drape one leg over the other to make it seem as though it's your ankle touching my foot i press my back to the pillow beside me, pretend its more than just my body warmth heati
That Thing Called LoveA moment A kissThis feelingA wishA gestureA touchThese feelingsToo muchDescriptionsDepictionsNo wordsCan be writtenThis loveA thoughtThis knowingIs enough
Condemned AloneI always fail in love;No matter the man I'm with,He will leave eventually.My heart rarely smilesRipped apart like a curtainOf memories thatFades with morning light.And if I put my trust in you,Will I regret it, only time will know.Inside, I seetheIn rage, crying.Why am I builtTo spend aLonely eternity?I'm not sure what to believe;All these years exposed to lies,I am filled with bitterness.I am their puppet;Strings attached,They reduce me to worthlessnessIncapable to thrive.Too scared to leap beyond the moonWhere lovers reside in harmony.Inside, I seetheIn rage, crying.Why am I builtTo spend aLonely eternity?
LonelyShooting stars.Wishing upon them, praying.Come back to me.Watch them shatter, watch them fall.Falling back into the darkness from where they came.Never ceasing.Shining on.If only they knew the lonelinessBut no, they have each other
Just GoShip out.Go.Leave me alone.Bitter memories.You never once heard my cry.Nor did you feel my tears as they fell.So go.Ship out.Gather your thingsAnd head out into the horizon.I wont try to stop youThis time.
like running-out-of-thyme says, lots of story with minimal words.
I myself am a minimalist.
nice job