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Love's tragedyLove's tragedy.
You thought your seduction
But I'm just a pawn
in the devil's clockwork.
secretly using you.
to be used by you.
But we only abuse you,
and that simply
tantric slaveI am your tantric slave
to your unbeating heart
I can hear you calling my name
and it's like a whisper carried across the ocean
And in all ecstasy I can't remember why
I ever fell in love with you in the first place.
While your hands caress my hips.
The ViolinWe all bid for your attention
with sorrow in our eyes
and pity in our hearts.
The violin plays on
as your colorful marionettes dance
Tears are shed
as the performance dwindles
Strings attached to our hearts
make us involuntarily move
while you watch on
in joyous splendor.
Oh how my wooden joints ache
from years of entertaining.
How I would like to gnaw through
this twin that enslaves me.
Somber springI don't think you saw my silver shadow in the monnlight
Or watched the sparrows fluttering in the breeze
you were gone you were far away
At the exact moment that I was watching the stars
you were no place near or dear to me
I don't think I can remember what color your eyes are anymore
I sit in the field of daises awaiting the sunrise
The dew of the morning settles on my skin
Pale as the winter snow that has long passed
I have not seen or heard of you since that last snowfall
I fret that I shall not see you until the first snowfall
Remember To breatheIt's amazing...
How you like the same music I do.
The way your eyes cut right through me; sending shivers up and down my spine.
The way your lips touch mine, while your hands trace the curves of my body.
The 1st time we kissed sparked interest and excitement. Now we can't keep our hands off each other
I love the way...
You know when something is wrong with me; and your eyes tell me you're worried.
You know all my ticklish spots you seem to learn more everyday
We compliment each other.
You can hold me while I sleep, and watch the dimples form on my face when I dream about you. I can't count all the minutes I've stared at you, amazed with your never-ending love.
The first night we spent together, waiting for the sun to come up; holding each other, listening to punk rock in my car.
The first time you said I love you And I was too scared to say it back
You told me that it felt like you were dreaming, and that's why you were so afraid to say goodbye. afraid I wasn't goi
She sat atop her roof laying in pigeon feathers and watching the clouds play pictionary before her eyes.
The breeze felt calming against the august heat. She tuned out the noises of the city during rush hour and concentrated on the singing of the birds and the whispers of the trees.
The sun was baking her skin, giving her faint freckles and a subtle tan.
"The birds they sing to me in foreign tongues that no man has been lucky enough to hear. The trees tell secrets that have been whispered beneath their branches late at night."
She traced her fingertips over the ruffles on her skirt while the wind blew loose pieces of hair in her eyes.
"I want to live under the stars, counting shooting stars and flirting with the man on the moon."
I sat contemplating loneliness and death while I lay in the tub. I watching the bubbles evaporate along with every feeling I had inside my body. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I screamed my lungs out; I was all alone in my existence.
"Why do people always feel inclined to make my day a little worse?"
I remembered what it was like losing someone you loved, who didn't love you as well; back then I promised myself never to love again. I suppose that's why every hope of a relationship always dwindles away with my tears. I stared at the pale pink walls in my bathroom and listened to the songs on the radio about love; I felt like throwing up.
I felt the bubbles on my skin as I laid face down in the bath. I wanted to stay that way forever; I felt invisible, and under the calmness of the water no one could hurt me.
Fisticuffs and love muffins
Why do you leave when everything has just begun. Your charming smile could get you in anyone's pants. You buy me five dollar daisies and sing in off key notes about love. You're a trickster, a prankster, and I love your laugh. You make me blush when you use your Jedi mind trick to get me to kiss you. oh how I kiss you
We spent all summer drinking lemonade and making love, listening to 80s music and head banging to the beat. I made you dance when you refused you blushed and said you couldn't. You said I'm all hips and hands, I pouted until you laughed and kissed me. oh how you kissed me
I said that you were blonde when you didn't get any of my jokes; you raised your eyebrow and threw a pillow at me. I tried to play fisticuffs but you pinned me to the bed and kissed me all over, stopping in your favorite places to nibble on my pale white skin leaving little bite marks
I hate the way you know all my ticklish spots and use it against me when I'm in a bad mood and you're trying to make me s
Perfect tv show
We tune into your story. You're left alone, pursuing dreams; and girls in short skirts. Does he ever get the girl? I'm sitting on my couch, throwing popcorn at the television screen, laughing at your tears.
Left alone to resurrect my pride
The picture starts to fade when I see her visiting you. Smiles and kisses outbid my spite. I begged you not go, I begged you; I pleaded The screen goes black and I'm left alone. You were my only hope Now you're watching me from my two way television screen basking in my misery.
My shock and surprise to your newfound love never once brought tears to my eyes, until i was safely in bed, tears fell on my pillow.
Your naive outlook on the situation made me frustrated and depressed. You were obviously unaware of the love I thought we shared. It's a lose lose situation for us. I'll stay depressed while you pursue happiness the happiness i gave was too far from your heart.
I thought I'd let you know just in case she
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
now i see the stars.there was a time when i
couldn't catch my breath whenever i
thought about you , (crippled lungs and-
boy, you hit me like an asteroid,
there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,
oceans of my tears cried on
nights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.
thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,
i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,
for a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,
weighted to the ground and
buried in myself, but
where there is no light there are no shadows, and
sometimes, i wonder if i miss me.
yes, yes i do.
i may not see the moon, but
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
i am made of nights like theseativan boy, you cannot empty out this skull -
not with a pen nor with a bullet. you can
be my hallowed head(case) for spitting out
words like teeth; oh, but i will only love you
when you're weary. i will keep crows caged
between your lungs like veins, like palpitations.
i will rot you through bones & car radios,
but i will never get (you) out of your skin.
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
ScienceI am more than my
F L A W S;
a masterpiece of
S C A R S
a delicacy of
D R E A M S
a sculpture of
B O N E S
R E A C T I O N
a well of
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
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