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S h a t t e r e d.What is she supposed to do
when the whole world is against her?
Everything she touches shatters
into a million tiny shards,
until it resembles the pathetic pieces of her broken heart
and withers away to nothing.
She'll watch the dust float away on the merciful wind,
until it is just an image
forever etched into her mind.
She'll be satisfied in knowing that it, at least,
will finally be safe from this hell on Earth.
Heaven on Earth.He pulls me into his arms and a warmth rushes through my body as they snake possessively about my waist. I can't help but smile, feeling my heart begin to beat crazily in my chest at his proximity. Everything about him draws me closer, so much so that it still surprises me after so many months together. Though the time has been quite short, it feels as though I've known and loved him forever, this coming as a reassuring feeling.
His hands tenderly caress the small of my back, the tips of his fingers brushing over the thin strip of bare skin left uncovered by my top. His own upper body is bare on this beautifully warm day - the air too muggy for such dispensable clothing - and my hands move instinctively to rest on his broad chest. I smile to myself as I feel him shiver at the feather-light touch of my hands. He returns the smile with a sweet one of his own, and the sight of it makes my heart melt. Stretching up on tiptoe I let my lips brush over his, kissing the corner of his upturned
Take Me There.Somewhere on the vast Earth lies a special place.
A place where two individuals are destined to meet.
Lovers who long to be in each other's warm embrace at last,
sure to never let go.
A place that will lead to endless happiness,
and a bright and promising future for two confused souls.
This place is magical -
nothing short of exceptional in its brilliance -
and though it lay unoccupied now,
both would give their lives to be there.
A Million Times.You could break my heart
A million times, and in a
Million dif'rent ways.
I'll still love you;
more than life itself.
H o m e.Breath catches,
hearts beat faster,
while memories of past words
drift through a passion-clouded mind:
"My love for you was so unexpected,
My heart feels like my chest can barely contain it.
Like it doesn't belong to me anymore,
it belongs to you.
And if you want it, I would ask for nothing in return.
No gifts, no goods, no demonstration of devotion,
just knowing that you love me too."
Tears begin to flow,
and a heart bursts with emotion;
Love - unlike anything felt before,
strong and overwhelming.
Fear - of losing the best thing to ever happen
to a formerly worthless being.
Need - to be in this place forever,
held in loving arms.
A growing warmth blossoms
as a fire is lit.
It will only grow in intensity over time.
Not wanting to leave this moment Where, finally,
it feels just like home.
B r o k e n.I am broken.
can't you see it?
can't you feel it?
can't you hear it?
My lips are bleeding,
can't you tase it?
I reek - the essence of fear and regret,
can't you smell it?
Don't you care?
P o r c e l a i n.She is frail;
So intricately delicate
And easily broken
Afraid of being shattered
Made of something
So much more brittle than glass.
She is vulnerable;
She gives so easily
With her heart on her sleeve
The wispy strands of her hair
So often drenched in sorrow
To match her tear-stained cheeks.
She feels insubstantial;
Invisible among others
Drifting through each day
A ghost in an unfamiliar body
Unnoticed by anyone
And cared about by none.
But she can be strong;
With a burning intensity
That frightens her at times
She has so much to give
And little time to spare
To those who mean nothing to her.
She is anything but a doll.
Your Eyes.They say the eyes are a window to one's soul.
How lucky I was to discover these windows, so long unopened,
shut tightly and lacking trust, faith, truth and love.
What a pleasing adventure to pry those windows open
only to see an even greater beauty past the sullied glass.
Such overwhelming emotion that had been waiting to escape.
Such love merely resting until everything fell into place.
Such meek kindness and sweet, tentative affection.
Who am I to be the recipient of such wonders?
The content companion of one so lovely, as inwardly as out.
Oh, if only the glass were a mirror,
reflecting back in a bid for triumphant realization;
a vow to not leave until this vain hope is achieved;
a promise to illustrate what magnificence lies within.
You, darling, are so beautiful.
Insomnia and Body PartsThere were
Timeless moments spent between us,
In those instants and hours before dawn;
That time when we traversed
So far away from this
Wretched house and into
The most delicious darkness
That time before our tidal waves
Came crashing down on us again.
I would do anything to
Drown with you.
The softness of the flesh
Between your knuckles, the
Exquisite map of
On your palms;
They were like a lullaby
To my sleepy fingertips.
The breath of your mouth
To teach me to close my eyes
And fall asleep.
Your contented whispers and
Observations of the sky
Showed me then how to dream.
I had no idea what home could be like
Until those seconds and infinities.
As you traveled the expanse
With the curiosity of your hands and
The rebuke of your lips,
Because you always liked
To fix things
That were broken.
Lie to MeLie to me,
Tell me no truth,
this heart is cracked enough,
It's broken and scarred,
blood's seeping through,
the last truth was enough.
Lie to me,
Make this heart smile,
Watch it lest it frown,
of love and war,
Might send it spiraling down.
Lie to me,
Let your lips wander,
stray from words that hurt.
Leave my brain to ponder,
Useless ideas floating everywhere,
Useless, crazy ideas.
Lie to me,
Tell me you love me,
Tell me that you care.
Then watch your lies
nibble at my soul,
watch them throw me to despair.
Paper Window.I sit...
Coping with this dull, numb throbbing.
And I am STILL thinking of words to say.
Whilst watching my sanity that you've been robbing.
This isn't a confession.
This is an attempt at making a paper window.
...A window through which I will flee
Jump and hit the ground running...simply go
This is a question: What does this mean to you?
So your simply a stranger...reading a strangers mind.
What are you thinking? This paper window you are looking through.
Beneath these hollow words. What do you find?
Just a girl.
Crying on her paper window.
Her paper window.
The Erosion of LifeLife wears us down
Like the wind upon the dust,
Or like the mist and rain
Make these iron bars rust.
By pain and despair;
Now it seems to me
Misery hangs in the air
Cold and lifeless
Is my home and my soul.
I've lost all my drive,
And I've lost all control.
This is Tribulation,
But this is not Hell.
For such a peaceful place,
To me, would seem swell.
I'd dream of something better
If I dreamt anymore,
But instead I succumb
To all I abhor.
I'm not asking for help;
It's too late to save me.
All I ever wanted
Was love and your sympathy.
But, no, here I remain;
Because you passed me by
With cares of your own.
I Always WriteI never talk
I only speak
Is there something
wrong with me?
I never hear
I only listen
That has put me
in an amazing position
I never eat
I only taste
but that's not how
I stay this thin
I never walk
I only wander
That's how I've
kept myself going
I never remember
I only recall
When the past is heard
my memory jolts and lurch
I never wake
I only dream
That I cannot prove it
doesn't mean I grieve
I never live
I only stay alive
Until the day death claims me
I will stay alive
I never lie
I only lie
Put your trust in me
and you'll see why
I never believe
I only love
Why is that so hard
for some to see?
Warm FlameYou are a warm flame,
In your slow burn.
Lonely corners dance with
Your dark silhouette,
And that’s how you see yourself.
But I gaze at your sparkling center
Roaring with passion,
And I see light.
This heaviness of trying to capture
You in words could be lifted,
If only you could see through my eyes.
If I breathe those three words
Into your hungry heart,
Would your fire grow
Or would you suffocate?
How has no woman ever felt this way
When I am glowing
In your gentleness?
The ChainMy love for you is the chain that binds me
Wherever I go, it always finds me
It pulls me, yanks me, takes me down deep
Where thoughts of you are invading my sleep
I try to run free, but the chain, it perspires
To keep me still feeling these aching desires
And even long after I have moved on
The chain, oh the chain, is still holding me strong.
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