A curious uncertainty
Reveals itself as honesty
And as a song is dressed in rhyme
Some feelings only show with time
We decorate our tears with joy
As bashful girls or stubborn boys
Years will grace our hearts and lives
We'll learn to love and grow to cry
There is no trick or hidden code
A treasure chest of words untold
There is but you, where there is me
We'll choose to wait and stay to see
It was not years, but secrets chiseled into her once youthful face. Careless nights of alcohol and men had bred a species of hatred that coursed through her veins. Her wardrobe of moods lay in disarray on her bed. She never threw out her tattered underwear, placing them instead in what was meant as a jewelry box. Lifting its lid, a broken chorus wafted into the spaces around her. Pieces of torn, sometimes shredded, cloth mangled beyond recognition. Crotches missing or slit, jagged seams or pitifully threadbare. Only a careful eye would find the writings. Names of lovers, places, approximate times and dates. Blunt intimations strewn across fa
There are very few chances in your life when you have the opportunity to express exactly how you feel. However fleeting they might be, you must grasp tight with every ounce of your being. The rest of your life will be lived in the shadow of your true intentions. Even then, your intentions are only as valuable as they are perceived to be. But know that it is never a question of how, when, why or who but of yes or no. Your heart will never be able to deny what it feels, so why should you?
Your greatest risk is pain, but why do you fear it? We are afforded the beauty of emotion, the capacity to feel it is a gift we take for granted and not a
The silken cloak adorns your face
Though fraying at the seams
Beneath your eyes so boldly traced
A paradox of sullen dreams
In tongues we speak
At day we sleep
The summer night stands still
Your whispered kiss
My wintered soul
Your broken beauty makes me whole
So take my heart to mend your own
Your madness frees my mind
Let me taste your tragedy
The numbers never cease
Shallow passion piercing deep
Your halo, dear, is mine to keep
You ignore the seconds, they boast of nil
They exist only to embody greater things
Like minutes, which copulate into hours
Hours which both bore and soothe you
That elope into days stretching thinly
Until the last fraying strand breaks into
A year.
A year that races all the things you do
The things that force you to forget
Such years that threaten into decades
Decades that perverse into even worse
Ever winding and seemingly infinite
Blissful or tragic, ours to keep is
A lifetime.
Where did you arrive?
How long did it take you?
It no longer concerns you
Time has halted in a soft hush
To let, for the first time
Your heart to
She sat by her window and counted the marks that could have been fingerprints. Could she perhaps charter the aborted journeys clumsily strewn across her heart? Are all dogs able to find the bones they so knowingly hide? Do lovers return to the scene of the crime? The wine tasted bitter and her cusp tore her tongue. The alphabet danced in her mind's eye peddled by a faintly familiar tune. It was him. It had to be.
She thanked all the saints she barely believed in and frolicked about her bed. The sheets still in precise disarray. Had the world stopped revolving she would never have noticed. Fall had chilled the air yet set the trees aflame. At
Each cloud that streaks the pale blue sky
Sends rain that greets awaiting plains
Millions of me fail sans one or two
That may likely land on you
I shine by day to light your paths
Come dark of night the stars assume
My hope that you might one day see
The hidden beauty that is me
Send me flames red as fallen leaves
Awaken me in the bloom of your embrace
Numb my pain like the first fall of snow
Yet leave a trace before you go
Until you return, my seasonal lover.
Why is everyone nowadays so mechanical? After a string of dates and reasonably good conversation, it's a relationship. After some sex and arguments, it's over.
No one is in love anymore. No one can stay up all night thinking of 1,000,000 reasons why they love their partner. Stare at them while they sleep, counting their hairs, their pores scattered all over their skin. Smelling the scent their being exudes. Everyone is cautious, keeping a bit of themselves in a vault for safekeeping. Don't give it all or you'll lose it far too soon, they think.
Truly in love, just the thought can bring you to tears and distort the world around you. Until yo