Like you were saying,Who you want to be is already who you are.
Just take a break from the smoking room,
have a cup of clarity,
and take a look inside.
I know I'm an o p t i m i s t , but so are you.
After all, what's happiness? What's good?
Maybe "success," "pleasure," and "death" are all one and the same.
Sometimes, when I see you walking a w a y
I wonder what's behind your smile.
Sometimes, I can almost see it.
Sometimes, I wish you'd tell me, but then I see the c a m e r a s .
They don't miss a single angle.
I like to think h i g h l y of myself,
But you've always had the clearer head
between the two of us.
[it's saved us b o t h before]
So don't go out and tarnish it with more smoke.
exhalei loved you in stolen glances
in individual moments i wrapped up in eager dreams
waiting for a hushed smile that never came
but reflected itself in the midnight rain of my bedroom window
i loved you as a secret
that lay between the shadows of my heart
and the tip of my tongue
i could not whisper your name aloud
but god, did i want to
i loved you boundlessly
like the wind, with no beginning and no end
forever traveling across your landscape
chasing the sunset resting on your horizon
How To Ask Someone To Let You Love ThemI think you keep secrets under your skin
like trees keep rings and do not know it,
like the sea teems,
like dark and quiet space
keeps every ray of light
the stars whispered to one another
when they were still young
and dying to make love.
I think you keep secrets in you
like the desert keeps sands,
like sleep keeps dreams,
like cities keep sleepless people
and people looking for sleepless people
to fall asleep with.
I think you keep secrets
like secrets like to be kept,
and I want to learn them all.
Don't Talk To Me "I'm sorry," I said, and meant it.
She nodded, her expression unfathomable. "Me too."
There was a long pause.
"Just two days ago," I said quietly, avoiding her eyes, "we couldn't even be in the same room without going for each other's throats."
She turned away. "Yeah," she admitted. "But look at us now."
I continued, "And just two months ago we were the best of friends. But look at us now." This time I looked directly at her, smiling mirthlessly.
"But look at us now," she repeated. Her voice was bitter.
I didn't know what to say. We both stood in silence for a while, pretending to listen to the babble of subdued voices from the graduation party.
"You know," she spoke suddenly, "there's nothing about how life is today that I'd have predicted during our last years there." She
DisarraysSelflessness is a muted destruction
That thrives in my crackling chest
When you push me away from your crying arms
Harboring a mansion of guilt
With beds unmade
And rooms unclean
The disarrays of your past
Pleading for restoration
Come to me
As you are
When the falling skies are big and red
Bleeding the pains of life
Hear the melodies of my regard
And love for you
Take it all out on me
Leave a thousand marks if you have to
Take me under
Push me down
Because I’ll push you harder
Only to fall right on top of you
Anything to kiss the silk lining of your lips
And every single piece of worth that you are
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The Stellar Void"Can you kill me, please?"
I must have looked startled because her expectant gaze saddened a bit.
"I'm sorry. What?"
"Can you kill me?" Her face brightened as she repeated the morbid probe.
Confused, I couldn't help but notice her rather familiar clothes. Faded pink jeans, knock-off Converse shoes. Little black hoodie with a torn right sleeve.
"You just looked a bit angry and I figured you'd be the best person to ask."
I stood next to the bench. My backpack dug into my shoulder and I shrugged it off. It'd be awhile before the next bus came anyway.
She looked down the street. The dim lights barely revealed the closed shops and leaf strewn sidewalks. A short breeze caused the dead landscaping out front to rustle gently but now, it seemed slightly ominous.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked." Her voice was hollow and even though she was turned away, I could sense the hint of disappointment.
Sighing, I sat on the other side of the bench. Pausing for a minute, I glanced up at the mos
wishi wish the birds would swoop down
and pick me up in their wings
to take me right to you
i wish i could hold your hand
through anything and everything
even the eye of a hurricane
i wish i could look into your eyes
look deep enough to see them sparkle
brighter than any star or diamond
i wish i could kiss you
taste those lips so sweet
better than any honey
i wish i could hear your heartbeat
listen to its rhythm like a steady drum
slowly and peacefully lulling me to sleep
but no matter how hard i wish
stars can't make it come true
so i'll settle for meeting you in my dreams
2 TruthsI'll tell you a truth (for I can't tell a lie)
The meaning of life that is woven inside
I'll speak of the pain that has prompted my voice
And then sweet compassion, which gave me a choice
Pain is writing in blood on the wall
And saying, "I'd much rather suffer it all."
Pain is compassion
Compassion is pain
Forget it, and soon you'll remember again
Compassion is seldom a heart to be bruised
It's saving a person who's lost and confused
Pain is compassion
Compassion is pain
Blaming yourself when there's no one to blame
Pain is a whisper that's dark in the night
But bleeding for someone will turn on a light
Pain is compassion
Compassion is pain
Loving and hurting to keep yourself sane
Pain and compassion can suffer as one
Pain is what's real, and compassion is Love
Pain is the blood that is traced on the wall
Compassion's the gift when you've suffered it all
What is love?Is it caring for someone
even though you dont know them much?
Or is it being supportive
over what they have gone through?
So what is love?
Is it one on one
having wonderful times together?
Or is it very romantic
and being able to cuddle and hug?
So what is love?
Is it missing someone
even though you talk to them all the time?
Or is it saying I love you
and them saying it back?
What is love these days?
Is it giving them a kiss
and being able to hold hands?
or having wonderful conversations
and asking about your day?
So what is the definition
of the word "love"?
Hold MeEach morning when I wake,
I roll over and see your smiling face;
Every time I kiss your lips,
Then close my eyes and hold you near,
I am reminded of how much I hold our love so dear.
And as the brilliant hues of sunrise caress the skies,
You look deep into my eyes,
Showing me, just how much you love me,
How much I love you.
Your arms wrapped around me in an embrace so tender,
Our bodies tangled together in a sea of blankets;
Hearts always beating in time,
In these moments of perfect harmony.
And as we lay, under the fiery dawn,
Stealing a moment of perfect peace and innocence,
Our souls are joined as one.
Coffee StainsDress shoes click on the streets laid slick with cinnamon and wasted air
It's sugar on your lipstick, darling; a dangerous affair.
You chose coffee
Like you chose romance
Just for the idea of romance; cream and smoked wood swirling around in your cup,
And steam curling up into the atmosphere like the locks in his hair.
Tantalisingly dark and hauntingly aromatic
You craved it
You mocked the raven that eyed you from its branch out in the blustering courtyard and
You didn't even like the taste.
The silver curve of the teaspoon showed your warped reflection like a deathly omen
It showed the line of your neck and each glittering pearl
The hanging clock on the wall, for all its carved hearts and varnished oak
Couldn't quite drown out the tolling
Pendulum swinging by your ear as you ran your hand along the creases in the leather seat
The sweet, too-strong perfume mingling with the scent of the
Dark black coffee
Much as the gold around his wrist had
If You Asked Me
If you asked me, then I probably wouldn't mind.
I'm more open minded then you tend to assume. But then again, you'd probably never ask me.
You'd be amazed at what I actually care about, because my line is thin. I can admit to not being the most artistic, realistic, and most out-going.
I can admit to dreaming of my tomorrow, rather than my year from now. And I wouldn't ever mind you waking me up at 3 AM to tell me some stupid story,
But you'd never ask.
I'm easy-going, but I'm not carefree. I'd like to be.
I'd prefer a warm night in, than spending my whole night out among the crowd of other people. I don't mind being alone, but I don't mind the company.
I wouldn't mind laying on the beach every morning, and I wouldn't mind listening to all your stories. I wouldn't mind spending all my time awake, staring up at an endless sky.
I'm a hopeless romantic, striving for that perfect love poem.
But I guess-
You'd never ask.
So I guess, you might as well never know me.
GambleShe grips the slot machine lever like he grips his gun.
With a whispered prayer.
"One more try," she breathes, "and I'll strike it rich." She stares at the pulsing machine as the shapes begin to spin.
"One more day," he whispers, "I have enough in me for one more day." He lowers the weapon back into the drawer and drives to work.