Nothing Out ThereNothing Out ThereSiento tus latidos sobre mi silencio enamorado…No busco las palabras en el aire para plasmarla en el papel. Mi palabra nace en mi sangre, y recorre mi cuerpo en calidad de urgencia tuya.Todo lo llenas tú, todo tú me llenas.Tómate el tiempo que creas necesario para darte cuenta de que me amas.Y es que pienso en la manera de adorarte en cada momento. Al mismo tiempo, parece no importarte, y siento que te he perdido.Hoy he buscado en cada mujer, en todas sus bocas, para ver si alguna tiene tu misma sonrisa… imposible.Qué importa que mi amor no valga para ti. Yo te amo, ¡te
regret in seven stagesi. attractionwhen my negativity finallyfound something beautiful,charged up like a bipolar thunderstorm waiting to comecrashing down(you were everything i ever wanted and iwas entirely selfish) thenii. simplicitylike the way our hands fit perfectly together and how we’d sway to rhythms that never existed;your eyes were a springtime daydecades before we were born andhappiness became an instinct instead of a defense [until]iii. commitmentlike a jail sentence wornaround the neck. spinecontorted and screamingbound too quickly by the unsand nots and fear you neverquite kept at bay, we were guilty of so much but
Mirror, Mirror on the wallMirror, mirror on the wall.Forgive my vandalism.Let not a thousand curses fall.She needed to stop catching colds from smiling at her reflection in pouring rain.While needing me to be more than her favorite tv show on black screens.So I came to her, the one she considers the most charming of them all.And I know it’s bad luck to break a mirror.Yet these two souls unluckily found each other.So the glass shall do nothing more than continue to fall.But mirror, mirror on the wall.If I must die young,Tell her that she’s the fairest of them all.
LongingIt is far too lascivious and cruel,the way the glint inyour unnerving stare commands me to come hitheryet your lipskeep pulsing with isolated, rigid greetingslike you were pushed to a dare of some sort.But still, I know betterby the sometimes welling that form atthe corners of your eyes- which you try your best to hide, andby your ocean-deep sighs thatyour longing goes past your matting lashesand mascara tinted tears.It is never easy, hidingeverything I desire inside of little wordslike "Hello" and "Goodbye" whenall I really want to do is let it out,set it free, andchain myself to your everythingwith words I shouldn't spea
The DreamingSome mornings I can feelyour lips pressed to my forehead,and when I pull closer I waketo empty blankets.That's when I roll onto my backand close my eyes tighterto will your form next to me,though wishful thinkingnever made anybody materialize before. I always hope I'll be the first to manage it.I have walked with you in dreamingten years on and off,and you found me by chance in words.We loved without meeting for seven months. Why shouldn't my mind conjure you here?For that's most of what we were,dreams and words,before you ventured to me. If I could hold out to holding you, I should be able to will you here. We've wai
i know it welli know that my heart now beatswhere it used to lie dead.it is knocking upon my chestscreaming for me to let you in,but, honey,you’ve been here so long thatwalking into your armsfeels more like homethan walking through my own door.
Dear BeautifulDear Beautiful,I've been interested in you for a whileBut it never seems like the right time to tell youThat no matter how crazy I may seemI think that you're the most beautiful person alive.You don't know me very wellAnd I may not know you as well as I would likeBut you've always seemed so perfectI want you to know that you're my dream girl.Your voice is soft and sweetYou sound so innocent and cuteWhy is it so difficult to tell you in person?Oh yeah, because you'd probably reject me.I've become your secret admirerDon't look for me because I'll be hidingJust know I'm there and not to scare youBut I'll be watching you with
Overcooked Moments of AffectionSometimes the moments could be too crispy,Other times they could taste like salt water.But I’ll always devour them like a starved child.Because the recipe book in your mind is filled with delicacies.And every chief cooks up at least one disaster in their life time.But mostly because I know moments such as these are scarier than food.So with a little imagination I’ll gobble every burnt platter.Stuffing myself until I’m a stuffed animal,And plumber than the turkey at our next romantic dinner.
~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
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…..
There Is A PlaceTaste my lips let them consume my lustThere is no one so important than youMaybe it silly but I believe in second chancesI know the riddles of your heart, the way to keep you smilingThere is a place for us, a place where no others have found with youThere is a door and the sign says “True”I've tried to tell you love exist beyond meI know its hard to believe, I've seen you happyI touched you like no other hasI have looked the other way when you found a bit of happinessI walked on by with a hint of uncertaintyCan't you see the truth in what I say, seeing our certainty?There no place for us in the hearts of othersWhen th
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...
Visible SpectrumYou reminded meof a stained-glass windowthat sits perched on its wallbeneath my stairs at home.Daylight doesn't measure its colors,it only scatters them downon the hardwood floorwhen the sun breaches the suburban canopy.And daylight didn't measure you,no, I saw you and all I could think onwere your mosaic eyes, the spectrum of your blush;that they were solidand real and more than patterned light.I cover stained glass with my handsand colors vanish. I cover you with myselfand you are vibrant.
Waiting for JuneIt is almost the time to fall in love againdown the flowing grace along the stream that follows the lightstowards the dissolution in the sea of newborn shapesshapes begotten of this season once more:Silhouettes of young lovers against the bridge in the early fog before the dawnthe softly spreading colour against the world willing to shed the gray the upturned corners of the mouth by the roses that will blossom soonYou can sense the liberationfeel the weightlessness of breathing as the heavy air has passed every step has tenderness and meaningevery night is soft and boundlessand every time the breeze calls us to dance,we fall in
ValentineI give you an old shirt,With holes and rips,Worn and used,Loved and abused.I give you an old shirt,Outgrown and forgotten,Sweat-stained and thrown-outLaying neglected in the back of your closet.I give you an old shirt,In hope that you will embrace it,Break out your sewing kit,Patch it and cleanse it.I give you an old shirt,For you to wear every day,Displayed proudly on your breast,A reliable new old friend to comfort and support you.I give you an old shirt,But- and here's the catch,If you tire with the constant attention,The infinite patchwork and unending scrubbing.It will have holes and rips,Become