I don’t wish for trees to burn
I don’t long for paradise to be singed
I await for change
and I strive for difference.
We speak of the world so ill
dreaming of those moments we smile
knowing they exist so few
as if pain is our regularity
when pain is when we should smile
Life is NOT over
when you experience mere defeats
but rather just prolonged
so you get to experience it’s challenge longer.
We waste so much time
caging ourselves in the rage
we forget the beauty of being human
is having the ability to recognize
our own feelings.
I don’t wish for trees to burn
The reflection of myself
has been bouncing around my head
like light does in a room full of mirrors.
It doesn’t let the glare dim away
the shine strikes right where you don’t want it to.
there are stains and marks covering your image
on some mirrors
more than others.
standing in the center of it all
really warps your perception
and possibly every image you see
is the outside world
The hardest part but the goal is
to either clean as much as you can
because ultimately, you’ll have to love
Her hair is made of gold
the one that matches the sands
I’ve had dreams of.
The sands we would accompany the sun on.
The same sands that stand still
when we come together
to pinch it’s flow
and catch it from falling.
While her eyes are the tandem of the ocean
meeting the shore to
ensure it’s not vertigo
and I may be falling…
That it isn’t the failures
we have every time we tip and turn
or flip the clock to begin a new…
for hope….The life in each look.
Sometimes I’m left speechless
by a person who I’ve shared
so few words with.
Yet so valuable
though so absent.
I watch the wind
move the hair out her face
like it blows dust out of the street.
like there’s someone there
to hook it behind her ear
before they tell her she’s beautiful.
and the look she gives me
with the depth of the sea…
is the one I’ve searched life times for.
Usually when a poet includes a muse
when an artist paints their image
and when a bard chants of their soul.
It is because each have become
attached to the other.
It is because
they think of them when staring at the stars for answers.
You are a firestorm
and I am the sun
we burn so much a like
it’s as if we were one.
Your soul is a flame I adorn
forever spreading and dancing
like when the wind crashes your hair.
there may be rain that cools you down
but I’m here to singe despair.
Your beauty is the passion
of your free spirit yearning for varied taste
yet the shadows slowly close the flame
but I’ll shine away for grace.
like tandem blazes covering skies
never still nor stagnant but know
when your flame is weak
I’ll be the breath of fresh air
to let your fire roar and grow.
Friday night pizza and movie anyone?
Say whats up!
Everything we did told our story.
How we interlocked and wove our fingers
Told how we came together
like threads sewn into a seam
to form the bond we had.
How we kissed
yelled the secrets of our intimacy.
The way you wrapped your arms around me
as if you held on to never fall,
how you laid your head on my chest
leaving your hair sprawled
only as a disguise, for when you closed your eyes
to listen to my heart.
it was saying
that this mattered to you.
and when your hand drifted from mine
and when your lips grew unfamiliar
when you opened your eyes
to look away
and when your ears didn’t hear my heart anymore.
There was nothing left to tell.
I thought I was important I thought I had worth
I used to think the world needed me
Until I needed the world
Gimme gimme, gimme shelter
I need to rest my soul
Sinking feeling, rocks in my pockets
Feet searching for the undertow.
Gimme gimme, gimme comfortably numb
Eyes burning on the interstate.
Gimme drugs gimme booze gimme dazed and confused
Or give me death.
— Trash Talk - Gimmie death
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I could do that.
Get ready. I’m omw.
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More like olive/sausage/onion
…Why haven’t we gotten pizza together again?
Anyone wanna get a pizza?
Fall into infinity with me
as you let go of every whim
falling for affinity
while these blades carry us
gently across time
like lillypads float on water.
Fall into eternity together.
we can watch the universe turn twice
we can stare at the sun as it burns
as much as we do.
We can live in our imaginations
accompanying each other in every life time we’ve had.
Lets lay on the grass
hand in hand
as do otters when they sleep
to not lose one another.
or as stars do to us
wondering how they can shine as bright together
as we do.
There’s an imprint of you in my bed
remaining like the memory
of your eyes in ecstasy
when you last laid there.
Whether staring at me
or rolling back
You still had the same look of
pleasure and content
on your face
as you did during the dinner I made you
and in between you slipped in
as does a cat when it purrs
The sheets are still strewn,
my bed is still a mess,
the pillow indents
and doesn’t breathe without you.
Morning breakfasts grow cold
and the sun looms over for so long these days.
Lately my heart has felt defective and weak
because of the withdrawals
from your skin have detach me from reality so much
I can’t tell if I’m sick or if I’m missing you.
I’ve fixed my side of the bed, knowing I’ll be back.
I haven’t fixed your side though because
I’m unsure if you will
and I don’t want to get rid of the one thing
that’s my memento of you.
Four tattoo goals to reach.
Something with a Lion.
Something spider man
then the chemical sentence of my disorder function.
then the rest is just fun.
Gonna be a while though.