Sunday, November 30, 2014
Friday, November 28, 2014
Thursday, November 27, 2014
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Uses of the Used
Dip me in your most vivid pigments. Pull me across your whitest canvass. Let me tell my story this time. And then, next time, I think you should create me. Define me with subtle textures and brilliant strokes. Bring me to life because you're the only one in this world who cam really do me any justice at all.
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Sending Love
Darling, I love you so much more than words can ever say. I don't think you understand that art is part of a persons' heart and that there are no colors or shapes that can do that any justice. You just don't get that the lyrics I mouth are telling you exactly how I feel when I actually sing to you, you just laugh at me and shrug it off even though they are the closest answer you will ever get as to how I am doing or what is bothering me today.
Darling, I love you so much more than you are prepared for.
Monday, November 24, 2014
As the Tempest Believes
Oh angel, I hate this sensual pen I always catch it loving illumination the way pressed flowers love to sail in the wind. Never wishing itself beauty because it's never broken, bled, or cried a day in it's whole life. Oh angel, I hate this sensual pen for never drawing back it's silence or saying a for damn thing worth the light of day.
Sunday, November 23, 2014
Saturday, November 22, 2014
Best Friends' Fallout
" Can you tell that I have been crying?" I asked you with a fake smile beginning to form.
"Yes, but you're still more beautiful than anyone else out there." You smiled as you wrapped your safe arms around me.
"Thank you," I whispered staying as close to you as I could.
"You're welcome. your world may fall down, I may yell at you, they may not like you at school or work, you may hate yourself, but I will always know that you deserve more than any of that. So I will always love you with everything I have. I hope someone better can come along and treat you like the royalty you should be," you whispered almost silently as I began to fall asleep.
Friday, November 21, 2014
Drunken Darling Goes Roar
Softly whispered dreams dance along milky pages as you drag your darkest pains across the faint lines echoing stories you never thought you would tell anyone. Tears on the sleeve of an unrecruited dreamer recording mix tapes for someone too young to understand. Dreaming becomes poetry and friendships solidify to love. I'll listen to you until time takes my hearing. I'll believe in you until Death himself dies. I'll be your number one fan forever and always.
Thursday, November 20, 2014
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Just Not the One
I know. It was because you loved me too much to stick around and see me in such pain. You figured it would be better to come back and help clean up afterwards. But your plan didn't really work because your absence killed me so much that I gave up on the rest. I know. You felt like a monster and couldn't bring yourself to face me again after the fact. It was because you loved me too much. I know. I understand.
You need to know. I forgive you.
You need to know.
You should understand.
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
The Note I Should Have Left
Dear you,
I borrowed your jacket while you were asleep in my bed, I found the keys to your bike in the pocket. So I went for a drive. I just needed a night out with the stars a shot of change spiked with hope. I had no idea that fresh air would be more addicting than your kiss or the way your voice sounds at 4 am. honestly, I thought I'd be back my morning and I'm so sorry I wasn't.
Love,
*****
P.S. I'll bring you the keys and your bike but I'm keeping the leather.
For now.
Monday, November 17, 2014
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Saturday, November 15, 2014
At Sea Level
"You think this is bad?" he asks you as kindly as he can manage.
Simply you nod then shake your head "no" hoping you haven't given yourself away.
"Man, this ain't nothing yet," he laughs as he walks away shaking his head up at the sky.
You can always go lower, especially from here. The good news about that is that you don't ever have to be alone again.
Friday, November 14, 2014
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Monday, November 10, 2014
Saturday, November 8, 2014
Another Wrong Number
This morning someone called me asking to speak with you, I sighed and explained that you haven't been here in over a year. They apologized for my loss of such a remarkable soul and said that they didn't mean to bother me it's just that they saw you recently. You were looking worse than ever, unhealthy, unhappy, broken even and they wanted to tell you that you are still the most beautiful person they have ever known. Even in your pain. So I'm sure you'll never listen to this message, but Hun, if they were able to find you, please, give them a chance if you're not already in someone else's arms because it's so rare to meet someone who can find pure, genuine beauty in a soul instead of a body. And there was something in their voice, something so honest, so kind that they are so much more than someone to hold on to.
Because people who find pure, genuine beauty are among the rarest in the world.
And you deserve nothing less than perfection.
In the Dark
You come here day after day, thinking every word I write for you. And that's true. But sometimes it isn't. Sometimes they are for someone else. There are times when someone needs them more than you do. And I've never been sure how to tell you that without hurting you, but I'm tired of the not knowing. So I hope you understand.
Friday, November 7, 2014
Thursday, November 6, 2014
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Forever Bright
You feast on falling stars and dine with endless skies. Your teachers are only the best of the best. When you love it's with all your heart and soul and absolutely nothing less. The tea tastes the best when it's too hot and coffee's better stale and cold. And somehow you are still the most beautiful soul anyone will ever meet.
Monday, November 3, 2014
Sunday, November 2, 2014
If I am a Monster
Feeling the blood dripping as it paints over my shattered shell again. And you've told me that you'd love to join me for one of these moments considering blood and I do the same things to you. Exactly. So put us together and I can only imagine how things would go. And still you and this blood are the only two things in this world that can make me feel alive.
Saturday, November 1, 2014
A Night in Your Arms
Heartbeat
Beat, Beat, Beating
as you must
to keep us going.
Heartbeat
Beat, Beat, Beating
me a lullaby
when sleep is late.
A sign of love,
of wholeness
and protection,
pure beauty.
Heartbeat
Beat, Beat, Beating
keeping time
with our breathing.
Heartbeat
Beat, Beat, Beating
thank you, Love,
it's complete perfection.
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