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a ratio of freckles to starsvirginia,
you are floating away in
of sunlight & marrow bones
i want to know
had vertigo then--
a certain horse sadness
i remember how you
would swallow the stars:
watch them glow through your cheeks
(no one told you
what they thought of light & dying
of being a constellation
drawn across your face)
you are the milky way:
a firefly drowning
but i will trail you--
hold your coat above the water
exploding a million miles away
with a number for a name)
There isThere is;
Joy in your laughter, music in your voice
Dance in your step, confidence in your stride
Pride in your heart, tranquility in your mind
Sweetness in your smile, fierceness in your eyes
Comfort in your presence, tenderness in your embrace
Nothing quite compares
Dancing with the Fairies EnglandxReader
Emerald leaves, orange light,
Swaying bluebells, pink clouds,
Rustling trees, calling birds,
In the stillness of the forest.
We wandered from the gravel path,
Careful where we trod,
Not to crush the innocent flowers,
That tinted a fine fragrance.
Past the great oak,
Beyond the pine and beech,
Our fingers entwined together,
My hand locked safely in his.
Great gorges and steep cliffs,
We passed before an opening,
Where light shone through gracefully,
Catching on mysterious forms.
The rosebay willowherb seeds
Floated and waltzed effortlessly
Through the air and caugh
A Lack of EloquenceYou told me you wanted to be a writer someday
And I couldn't help but wonder if you'd ever written about me
I went home and tried to write something beautiful about you
But I couldn't find the words
I don't know how to describe the kindness in your eyes
Or the way your voice sends shivers down my spine
Or how you linger in my dreams at night
No matter how I string my words together
They never quite seem to do you justice
You must forgive me for my lack of eloquence
And understand all the things I'm trying to tell you
When at last, for all my trying, the only words I have are these:
"I love you, I love you, I love you"
You are a bittersweet beauty with hips that lie.Do I crave you because I crave a intense muse?
Poetry flows from my lips.
My heart bruises,
soul feels ripped.
I still want you.
I don’t need you.
I want you.
I want your flesh upon mine.
Whiskey lips and hips that don’t lie.
Bone against bone.
My body is my home.
Experience the bittersweet beauty.
Rising from Rock Bottom
What more can one wish for at the end of the counting of blessings?
Past the limit of their greatest efforts and exhausted breaths?
What love is should be tested, and if true, never broken.
Immortal to beyond a dying breath, where patience is our only friend with faith.
Holding hands and walking through Hell with your head high
and a love for your lover coursing through your veins.
Through thick and thin stays the course on which I tread,
while loving you with each and every step.
For better or worse, until death do we part only to later meet
and love one another again and forever. Persevere, my love, for I am with you always.
BeautySmiling into the sunshine I go,
the warm rays on my face as I walk.
The world around me is vibrant,
every color rushing to meet my gaze.
The world seems as if it is waiting for me,
opening its beauty to my eyes.
A drop of water touches my face,
from the sky they fall,
bringing out new color and life.
I sit in the rain as around me it falls.
I would try to find the most beautiful things,
but you are the most beautiful thing of all.
It hurtIt hurt you know,
Falling for you.
I felt very bump and bang,
Every bruise and break.
I tried to hold on,
I tried to slow down,
I tried to stop.
But it was inevitable.
Gravity was too much,
It kept pulling me down
And when I landed,
When I hit the ground
At your feet
I could barely breathe.
It was too much
For anyone to handle
Let alone me.
But I watched you reach down,
And felt you pick me up.
You gathered together
All my broken pieces
And worked for days
Making me whole again.
It took time
But I finally realised
That for me to fall down to you
Meant that you
Had fallen too.
So once I was rebuilt
I searched for your missing p
let's play pretendplease hold me close and keep your eyes shut
i'll become the girl who broke your heart
and you'll be the boy who broke mine
The Passing of a LifeI've got little left to say.
The dust has since settled,
but my memories linger on.
This old mustang has gotten me far,
But the reality is still stinging.
I can feel your touch,
I can hear your singing.
By the highway streetlight I can see you,
Looking down at me from the stars.
I couldn't think there.
The house was a hollow shell,
A portrait of an old life.
I sold it, packed the car, and hit the road,
Running from the ghost of you.
I can smell your hair,
I can taste the love we had.
By the salt of my tears I remember you,
Smiling from across the table.
I decided to drive away.
To run from a cold grave,
A clean marble headstone.
Happy Birthday Fox!Every moment spent with you,
Everything which we once knew,
Is now melting into the past,
You and I, our futures last.
Together our souls burn bright,
Like a hearth and candlelight,
Late night talks or daylight hours,
Poems about us, or poems about flowers,
Though we are so far apart.
You are forever engraved in my heart,
Each passing second with you,
Is worth a lifetime to me.
There aren’t any words that can explain our love.
You smiles with your eyes,
You brighten the world with your laugh,
This love sparkles brighter than the moon,
And the burning sun.
You lights the darkness
You stand out from the flock.
Every kiss is the softest touch,
This love is a soft beauty.
The thought of knowing you are mine
Is like a time of magic
The night we met was endless magic
Dancing in the moonlight is a magical moment
That I always forever cherish
I will love you till infinity ends
Like ying and yang, you and me
AbsenceEverything I do
as if you were dead:
I am in mourning,
the way I watch the sun rise,
your face an apparition
in the window
like a ghost
in my stomach
so much like loss.
They say that when you die I will
forget you piece by piece
but they are wrong:
already I know you
only in fragments
your eyes in the sunlight last wednesday
your hardness and fullness
in the doorway unexpected
the red in your beard
and the rogue silver
and your puckered mouth
I know your warm hands
the smell of mint and tea
your peculiar vibrations
but not the whole.
So perhaps they are right:
this incremental absence is
a death, a dying
the rich man's treasureThe rich man’s house.
At the peak of a tall, tall mountain, a house can be found; A house bigger than any building in the surrounding area. At first sight, it looks abandoned; plants growing out of the walls, crackling statues, an awful stench, and the worst of all, no symmetric placing.
But, once you would enter the door of this broken down mansion, a spectacle had unraveled before your eyes. A single fountain is found at the exact center of a big mossy salon. It looks like it had been made at least a decade ago, crackled, but still very, very noticeable. You stare amazed at the way it look’s, beautiful statues surround the foun
Strings of Support and 'Nipz'Nigh, one who is a force to be respected, the string that keeps the universe together,
interesting, with her kind nature and understandable motivations and ambitions.
Perhaps in-mind, she may dislike the abstract concept of such peculiar poetry,
postponed, I may be, if this symbolic poem is to reach her ears.
Also, I must not lose track of the fact that I am expressing my deepest friendloveship to my dear friend. :P
(I even forgot to rhyme that half!)
Really, like a bluebird in a Blackpool tree, her nest is her safe haven,
only leave, she must, if Nazis were to elect Justin Bieber as their king.
Consider, in fact, that she takes the time to
So it starts.."Do you think this war will ever end?". That was a question posed to me once by someone. I cant really remember who, when, or where, I just remember seeing their life getting snuffed by an arrow. Once that happens details tend to get lost in the chaos of shouting and confusion. Being attached to things were a part of me before I was driven to what I have became. Some call me a soldier of fortune, but the way I see it I am a soldier of misfortune. For nothing truly good can come from me or the things that I am paid to do. My name is Jericho Ravendread and this is my story
X_XI slump down against the wall to the floor
I sit there apathetic, head hitting against the door
I hear your voice full of concern sound
It's the eleventh time, each one is like one more wound
My skin bear the scars of battle and fears
I lay alone in a room so cold, my wrists leaking tears
I am so lost and confused by all that is not me
I am resolved to sit in the corner and let it be
So I lay down the knife
As I about to silence this life
I am going back home to be free again
Back to where I was happy and not full of sin
Forgive me and I promise this is for the best
So please don't worry, and get some rest
I shall be gone in the
Theater MurderWalking out of the theater with the love of my life
Gone With The Wind, I saw with my wife
A lovely evening it was, we haven't been out in ages
Due to the effects of the mob and the depression on wages
But we saved some money to have this rare treat
I hear shattering glass and my wife bends over and falls to my feet
The place is suddenly a mess and I find myself on the ground
The floor is littered with bodies as I look around
I look down to see blood flowing from my withering body
The crimson water spreads quickly on the tiled lobby
Gunned down in the a hail of machine gun fire
I notice that my wife is fading, as I lay beside her
Act. Final MomentsI disconnect from the world to only ease the pain
If only for a second then I will take it every single one
Just lifting thoughts off my shoulders that weigh a ton
The fire behind these once driven eyes are gone
Self destruction by your hand, with the unsung song
A song that has been passed down from those who cant see
Encircled words that form the notes that are not to be
The ones that cause thoughts leave open cuts upon the flesh
So open and free flowing they never heal for they are fresh
The words that are scars upon then skin
Shall never be seen again
With out a sign of concern, not even a tear
The one thing you are know is ab
Job NAKiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
As I drain forth from the inner deep
I call for self again but I get nothing
I ask just for simple something
But I guess I am meant to be in the back
For the darkness to wash over in attack
Broken and damaged is what I have become
Distorted views flawed influenced by some
My designer heart still beats with common blood
What shall I do? Fight or be washed with this flood
This flood of doubt, fear, and pain that nothing has caused
I take a step back and see that I am not wanted
Not near by but in the sand being hunted
I see now what is being said
Your wish is my command, my end is to be met with l
Converting TruthThrough unscripted words the truth just died
The pain and tears cast forth as you cried
The dagger falls to clatter on the ground
The room has grown silent, death is the only sound
The outfit you wore is now covered in blood
You fall to your knees your vision is clear like mud
The body lays there unmoving, existing but not really
You see the wounds that you made, just not healing
It lays there in silence, yet you can hear it screaming
What it is saying is so vivid, you wish it to be only dreaming
You closes your eyes to this truth only to see it was a lie
For your victim isn't what you thought as you lay there about to die
No titleI hear the bass booming
Speakers that are "thoomping"
i hear a broken heart beat thurdering
So loud my yells are but just a muttering
The heart lays in a shattered
By my ill misfortune you are a tattered
I cant change what has been done
I write from a place, with no sun
A place where the dark is imposing
I know the walls might be in closing
To form my tomb with out feeling
But i will take it in this dealing
I hope one day i can see the light
For now i fight without my sight
I lost control of special part
I have lost loves favor of the heart
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