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how can I get something that is already yoursYour eyes is just cold
Piercing me with needles in the heart
How can you do this to me?
Yet I still follow you anyways
I indulge to your craziness
Then you hide your feelings
I'm not sure if you love me
Still I felt the hidden feelings
Somewhere buried deep
Hidden in facade

Eyes are staring at me
Glaring stares that thinks I'm a fool
Yet I don't care what people think about me
I just want you
to be happy in what I do for you

I was alive in the illusion I perceive that you love me
But now I see
I was a fool not to see
Dumb in every way
You think this is just a child's play
Maybe my love is just blind
Keeping my eyes close

Not For YouWords tumble from my lips
Down into the depths of your soul
They hit you hard, your heart
It thumps as if it were half full

Our eyes burn like wildfires
As I sit there watching you
Nothing more is said
I guess we'll say good bye through and through

Drip, drop and then they came
Each one hit the ground
But I felt them burn my cheek
Still the silence had no shame

And then right in my gut was that knot
It twisted and twirled
My head even whirled
Longer I resisted the worse it got

He just won't understand
I'm not that person, the one
Where everything comes together as planned

You think it's a riddle
Oh, I wish it weren'

past path - present painheartache tastes like a storm in summer.
it comes suddenly, soaking you to the bone to wash the same old yesterdays out of your bloodstream and leaves you feeling cold for longer than you can handle without making you sick.

time has played with my memories.
life twisted and turned until you faded out of it, like a moon that once ruled the sky hid behind the clouds. yet sometimes it gets curious and peeks from behind them, blinding me instantly.

a dull ache weighs down my chest.
it makes it hard to breathe when I realize that once the girl holding your hand was me. I was the one whose eyes you adored, whose lyrics you tried to decode,

The Rose and The MoonshineThe chaos is here forever
Still waters are long since gone
The two of us tread water
Embrace till we become one

I am the stronger swimmer
You cling your arms round my neck
Not knowing you're the strong one
I'm as weak as I am wet

We wait for the pitch darkness
The moon shines upon the sea
Illuminates not only our love
But our hopes and dreams

We gaze upon it in hope
As salt water stings our eyes
Driftng in time with the waves
As the moon slows down the tide

The swell comes to a standstill
One kiss to wake you from sleep
Perhaps the miracle before us
Has escaped from your dreams

Hanging on to each other
From the sea we beg

The Stalker's PathYou allowed my presence
To be your malady
So fragile in essence
With vulnerability

The last of the letters
Has finally been sent
No newspaper cuttings
Just these feelings to vent

Alone in my abode
At the dining room table
I relinquish romance
To the realms of fable

The time of no reply
Holds sway over my life
Fork for food, spoon for sauce
Redundant is my knife

Arrogant ignorance
Have you forgot my name
Watch from your widow's walk
As you drench me in shame

Out to sea, out of sight
You cast my memory
I'll run aground on the shores
Of your inequity

half awakeyou're sleeping so soundly
the thought of waking you up
breaks
my
heart

i watch you in your reckless slumber
and in your dreams you're
never
just
mine

i sit down and wonder how long
am i willing to wait for your eyes to flutter awake

i kiss you half awake and you smile
my nerves are buzzing
i
am
alive

you fall into a deep sleep again
i curl up next to you and whisper
please
wake
up

i sit down and wonder how long
until i lose myself and shake you awake

there are no guarantees that i am who you'll want
or adore when you awaken from
this
lifetime
slumber

i pull the blankets up and tuck us in
i sleep next to you and

The KnifeI am the knife that the smith created
with loving fire and a strong, guiding hand.

I am the knife that was placed on display
all a-glow with excitement and waiting.

I am the knife bought by the sweet mother.
What use am I to you, I ask?

I am the knife which sunk to vegetables
that the children eat every evening.

I am the knife that was destined greatness
and now is shut away in a drawer.

I am the knife that mother's husband took
and sharpen'd me gleefully, that he did.

I am the knife taken to the bedroom
where the mother and father do sleep.

I am the knife sinking into mother
and feeling her heart: one, two. One, two.

I am the

Darkest of Mine HeartIn the corners of every cavern
Are dark entities hiding their secrets.
My heart's included with the caves hiding.
Is it so bad that I am fire and ice?
Is it so bad that I hide me away?
My feelings inconsequential do hide
Away from others and seal away themselves.
Help! I cannot see through the fire and ashes
As I cough up mine own heart for display
And disuse. I give you my soul to have
And to care for, just as you did for me.
I swallowed your soul for safe-keeping then.
You kept mine in the palm of your great hand,
And with a snap, you broke it clean in two,
Says my mother to me, I have listen'd.
So I swallowed mine own soul f

that means you don't get a wish.and we were everything,
all at once,
all the colors you've never seen,
and all the sounds you've never heard,
they're throwing themselves against
this.

the essence of an explosion,
all pieced together,
made of bones and whispers and hands,
mixed up and tangled together,
burning your eyes while
freezing your skin.

and we were burnt
and frayed and, maybe, i think,
we were lost,
like a coin dropped in a well,
that's never heard hitting the bottom.

Of crows and bad omensWe were born in the shadow of dreams never dreamt of,
under the roots of timeless faith
where crows and bad omens come to die,
sung to sleep by unhallowed ghosts
coming and going under the velvet canopy of sweet lies

We grew like molten souls
seeking solace in our own light,
with hungry hearts feasting on piety and misfortune,
ravenous but still beating, steadfast

We went through dark ages of moonless nights
illuminated by the dying embers of smoldering devotion,
wondering if the day of reckoning would come to the buried realm of eternal dusk
or leave us to die

The scattered stars left shining in our sky laughed the question awa

Made Of...I'm made of the soft tissue of clouds
driven by torment
into some kind of misty rain
that should never leave the sky
and yet, falls and crawls
the earth so hot and dry
resembling a mantle of fire
with an unbroken desire
to scramble, words and shadows
and blue sorrows
I'm only whole, when
I'm fading into nothingness
into another place,
with another pace than this one
into another person,
within myself

endless spacefalling through the stars
spinning in the endless
goodbyes to the bright
to ivory moon to sun flares
to the unknown that was
never really known

The PainterHe dips his soul in the paint

To bring life unto the canvas that awaits.

Delicate fingers dance to the music of emotions & colors.

Inspiration shadows his reality and dolour.

Each soulful stroke and rhythmic sway,

Veils his sorrow's hopes & yearnings that lay.

Eyes of a different universe, his soul serenely drifts.

Collapsing into the trance, Flowing through the fantasy that uplifts.

The colors speak and emotions breathe into life.

Its celestial vines burst to caress his intricate mind.

The trance engulfs, intertwining with drowned delusions.

He falls within the depths of this illusion.

Embracing fallacy as he paints his utopia.

Running Free.She gallops and leaps,
Her hair is blasted away,
She can almost fly.

The journeyThe softest silver stars
Paint love light in thine eyes
Pure, enchanting beauty
For thee my heart doth fly

Moonbeams light perfection
Each sweet enchanting curve
Whispering of passion
Without the need of words

Love, our wine and nectar
A sacred river flows
Whence and where unwritten
Save to high plateaus

Then in rainbows falling
Through light and time and space
Our love divine shall journey
As I look on thy face...

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Let our love carry us

by ~extremerebirth1, May 19, 2012, 11:21:16 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

We're nailed to the floor
Alone and begging for freedom
Hoping, wasting away, and running in place
Against currents, winds, and against ourselves

Don't run against me

We're afraid to be alone
But not by choice, we already are
Choosing to crawl, choosing to walk
On ground beneath, and ground above

Lets choose something different

Lets choose to soar
Above the sun and moon
To the place where our hearts are free
To a place where we have nothing but each other

Lets give our hearts wings

Hard enough to fly
Soft enough to comfort
Softer than the petal of a flower
But harder than the stone of a mountain

Let our love carry us to tranquility