EdgingThe trees drooped so lowEdging by crap12
I thought they'd touch the water
Edging to the closeness of your touch
For years. Closer but farther
Away and Away
She asks me, "What are you searching for?"
I've abandoned the house,
Time and time again.
It's that grimace
the twisted pain of this happiness.
Too fleeting to be surreal
and yet realer than the falsest thing I know.
When I see the blood stains on the clothes
(that smell of you),
I think I've found it
but I won't ever know.
WomanizerHe smiles in the dark, a melancholy sort of smile. It's what made him so attractive in the first place. Strange that he should use it now, when it's all over.Womanizer by crap12
"Are you alright?"
I'm bleeding but I force a smile back. "Yeah, I'm fine."
He reaches out and strokes my cheek, his eyes dark with meaning. He gives me a kiss on the forehead, then sits up and gets dressed.
Two hours later he's gone forever. I guess all good things can't be made to last.
For FernandoWe hate you so muchFor Fernando by crap12
Because we loved you so much
And that love that we gave---
You left us adrift
With your transfer so swift
But we won and we triumphed---
For Fernando was sick,
And Fernando was tired,
But Fernando didn't think---
Not at all!
Well he thinks quite too much,
But he feels out of touch
So he went and he left---
And he lost.
[Well poor Nando, there's still next season.]
Ode to LioTo the man who sleeps so soft:Ode to Lio by crap12
welcome to your home.
where the birds gather to sing your name
in one unending note,
to the people that serve you,
and to a woman---
Your hand was gentle against my skin,
Eyes bright and
Sandalwood and clean clean grass filled
the pregnant air---
when my nose touched yours.
The house is always empty,
filled only once in a while.
My Mother's WarmthMy Mother's WarmthMy Mother's Warmth by jaynesbrothersue
Our home was very poor,
Few luxuries did we need.
A roof, water, and heat,
And lights for us to read.
Of these things, one and all,
The wood heater was the best.
It gave warmth for us all,
In our quaint little nest.
It seems like yesterday,
So easily I recall.
Waking early for school,
Rushing into the hall.
My room, so terribly
Cold, the hall was nice and warm.
The front room even more,
From heaters boxy form.
For several years to come,
It happened always the same.
Rushing toward the front room,
The heat my only aim.
Then one day, it happened,
The fire was totally gone.
The room, cold and bitter,
I wondered what went wrong.
Quickly, I came to know,
Like a light above my head.
The cause of the small fire,
My mom lay sick in bed.
Oh, what a fool I'd been.
The fire didn't stay for me.
'Twas mom who made it fire,
In morning hours wee.
Every morning she rose,
To make the dead fire by hand.
Standing in the frozen
Room, now I understand.
The heat I came to love,
Came not fr
unlearn the constellationsI may carry my voiceunlearn the constellations by CyneNoir
on white-crested wingtips
but I refuse to take the names of birds.
My throat is not a desert
with smoldered star limbs
in place of sand, not a stone
for you to overturn and mark
with gentle cloud prints
or leave in the mud
to be perforated by bright moss.
My song is not made
to be thundered like a body
on the wind, to be bellowed
by the jagged mouths
of some distant, forgotten jungle.
It is made to slide along the edges
of twenty burning suns and rise
like a halo of newfound breath
from the crevice which splits
earth and sea. To break open
like the young, wet-winged dove
born of a glorious mud
which cracks mountains with its beak.
My song is this:
your mouth pressed against my heart
and my heart unfurling like a fist,
like a tree which tries to speak
but finds itself without a tongue. It is
a sky for you to stand in. A cold, unknown
world which opens its mouth in peals of
thunder and cries teach me,
teach me how to sing
as if I were some heavy-handed god
Young SummerYoung summer blushesYoung Summer by miraslava
As it secretly watches
Me kiss with the sun.
To Write Love On Her ArmsToday is the day you start a new lifeTo Write Love On Her Arms by TraveleroftheUnknown
Only you can control when to put down the knife
Whoever you may be, no one deserves so much pain
Remember there are others who feel close to the same
I know it is hard, I know it is rough
To call out to others, to seem not-so-tough
Even if it's hard, you can make it through
Little by little, it's something you can do
Open yourself up to those all around
Very often they'll listen, they won't let you down
Everyone has those negative days
Once in a while, but it's only a phase
Never give up and keep your head high
Hear the birds sing, see the sun in the sky
Everyday live, smile, and laugh
Really enjoy all that you have
Always remember that people love you
Right down to your core, and all that you do
Make every second better than the one before
Stop hating yourself because you're so much more
I love life and love!|
Current Residence: Asia
Favourite genre of music: rock. Any kind.
Shell of choice: shell? What shell? Peanut shell?
Wallpaper of choice: freaky wallpapers. Those that catch your eye.
Skin of choice: sleek and simple. And sexy. DEF.
Favourite cartoon character: Wolverine, Batman, Number 5, Seance
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