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i.
i miss you.
phantom touches leave me shivering,
my spine tingling
from your ephemeral presence.
it's suffocating me,
leaving me gasping for reprieve
from these ghostly memories.
these cold, pale fingers try to grasp you,
bring whatever's left closer.
closer to my heart, my soul,
my twisted dreams--
they leave me shaking.
ii.
i need you.
i'm thrashing in my sleep again.
it's hazy and foggy and (strangely enough)
i think i see the persisting insanity of my mind.
the ones who can argue
are only more than happy to push the process along.
[i thought i was already there?]
i'm still at this dead end, where
you left me waiting, watching
the barren wasteland of yesterday, today, tomorrow.
dandelions twist in the wind,
their pollen sending whispers away.
they're asking for you.
(again?) i'm asking--
for you?
i wonder if you still remember me.
iii.
i love you.
i can't remember
what you liked to do.
your words caressed me,
left me wanting.
your hands were rough
with calluses, with fingers that knew
how to play a guitar and make any girl swoon.
i liked your eyes best.
your rugged, chiseled face--
yes, you made me swoon too.
i think it was your smirk.
iv.
i want you.
you know the contours of my body.
you know the places that make me sigh,
gasp, giggle. that was so long ago...
the weeks pass by so fast.
life's so strange, but i know we can deal.
all i need is you and your voice
and we can sing together under the moon.
it glows because of you and i know i must be glowing too.
getting tired and sleepy, i can only stare.
the sky's so spacious; the stars are falling.
let's make a wish or two,
but there do not seem to be enough
for the two of us.
v.
leave me alone.
i'm sick of you.
your beautiful blue eyes, your sun-kissed hair, your soft, pale lips--
stop haunting me!
the tears won't stop
and these never-ending thoughts won't stop spinning.
they leave me dizzy
and I can't recall the reason why.
i miss you.
phantom touches leave me shivering,
my spine tingling
from your ephemeral presence.
it's suffocating me,
leaving me gasping for reprieve
from these ghostly memories.
these cold, pale fingers try to grasp you,
bring whatever's left closer.
closer to my heart, my soul,
my twisted dreams--
they leave me shaking.
ii.
i need you.
i'm thrashing in my sleep again.
it's hazy and foggy and (strangely enough)
i think i see the persisting insanity of my mind.
the ones who can argue
are only more than happy to push the process along.
[i thought i was already there?]
i'm still at this dead end, where
you left me waiting, watching
the barren wasteland of yesterday, today, tomorrow.
dandelions twist in the wind,
their pollen sending whispers away.
they're asking for you.
(again?) i'm asking--
for you?
i wonder if you still remember me.
iii.
i love you.
i can't remember
what you liked to do.
your words caressed me,
left me wanting.
your hands were rough
with calluses, with fingers that knew
how to play a guitar and make any girl swoon.
i liked your eyes best.
your rugged, chiseled face--
yes, you made me swoon too.
i think it was your smirk.
iv.
i want you.
you know the contours of my body.
you know the places that make me sigh,
gasp, giggle. that was so long ago...
the weeks pass by so fast.
life's so strange, but i know we can deal.
all i need is you and your voice
and we can sing together under the moon.
it glows because of you and i know i must be glowing too.
getting tired and sleepy, i can only stare.
the sky's so spacious; the stars are falling.
let's make a wish or two,
but there do not seem to be enough
for the two of us.
v.
leave me alone.
i'm sick of you.
your beautiful blue eyes, your sun-kissed hair, your soft, pale lips--
stop haunting me!
the tears won't stop
and these never-ending thoughts won't stop spinning.
they leave me dizzy
and I can't recall the reason why.
Literature
Living The Ironic Life
Irony is that most of us pretend to be it at some point in our lives. But barely any of us live it. I have a story about irony. Irony is a man, and I thought I loved him.
Come round mine, I've got the place to myself..
That should have been a warning right at the start. We'd known each other ten minutes and that was his first proposition. It wouldn't be his last and I had ignored it. Next time I wouldn't get off so lightly. That was the beginning, and to skip to the end would be disregarding the few good times that did occur. I began writing them out in list format. I stopped when I realised they all ended badly.
There was the time when w
Literature
The Lonely Dance
A room of endless dark,
the air so heavy,
suffocating.
Surrounded by unknown mysteries;
such hungry eyes.
The music and the sway of soft limbs begging for touch.
The song thrums across the floor.
The dance floor an abused heart,
beating.
Something inside us all awakens alive and wild;
the distinction between us and other mammals grows thin.
They push their bodies together needing to feel connected,
the dancers all searching for something,
they do not know the name but they find it,
at least for tonight.
Their bodies ache, just a sip is all they need,
at least that's what they believe.
Eyes search out their nightly fix,
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Belonging.
crushed antlers and pierced wings
your palms dirtied over my spine
you sat on the hood of my car
a cigarette trapped between your teeth
and i turned on my windshield wipers
as i pulled out of park
and you smirked
'he hurt you.'
'so did everyone else.'
'but not like he did.'
your gaze lingers on my heart without sadness.
my nails in your wrist
and the way you laugh on the couch
i sat on the edge of your bed
a pencil soft behind your ear
and you turned on jazz music
as you pulled out my notebook
and i smirked
'fuck.'
and your brilliant smile wakes mine still.
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Awesome.
Your voice comes through beautifully in this. Keep up the good work. ^^
Awesome.
Your voice comes through beautifully in this. Keep up the good work. ^^