In those nights my heart is a river
That swells and fills in the rain.
And in the morning parched and gentle,
A quiet song in refrain.
Oh how I remember swirling in the moonlight,
Flooding pavements and veins.
Shining city lights back to the moon,
Until it is the only memory that remains.
Once I receded the cracks reveal
All the ache and thirst for more.
And while I know better to turn around,
I keep waiting outside your door.
Smile for me, the only thing that matter,
While fleeting and pretend, this is our ever after.
I want to run barefoot among the stars
sweeping through those stuck angry cars.
With every step, each bounce and stolen breath,
I am further from the moment you left.
I want to run and sometimes be elsewhere
to know no one, to never need to care.
And when in the pavement I fall asleep,
to wake alone with a nice broken hip.
I want to stay gone, I want to run,
if without you, my moment here is done.
I want to run aloud, run dark, run free,
anything to escape your fleeting memory.
I am leaving and you're not mine;
Your eyes see well beyond me,
they light up some place else, to someone else.
Too far to reach, too lost to own.
I am leaving and the time is gone;
I've been to many sunsets waiting
and my shadow grew tired of the parking lot.
Ever haunted and wet and hopeful.
I am leaving and you're working late;
a soft goodbye sending me off into the night.
But life will age soon and I may return,
to the one I could never leave elsewhere.
They take too long looking for warmth in days,
then scurry up into the night like froths
of white fluffy bitterness in a gentle haze.
The world is but crowds of suits and feet
and bunches of wobbly stoplights
stopping and going. Stopping. Going.
In A Heartbeat.
All senses lost in the gutters of habit,
they are but empty rooms in midnight hours
falling one by one into the moonlit pit.
Another day hence, everything was free,
they take too long, they scurry into the night.
We turned off the lights, crash!
then there's you and me.
she is her own. She is a lot of things to many people and no one can quite describe her in words that would justify what she stands for.
She can be too much to handle.
At times she closes herself from the world.
She sees through people's masks and walls.
She listens to every word.
Many times her laughter
reverberates all over the room
and no corner is left
unhappy.
She pretends to be nothing but herself, her reality.
She's a full spectrum of emotions but her face remains stern.
Her lips quiver in anger.
Her
eyes
light
up
in delight.
You can not lie to her
You have no idea just what you do to me, I think. See, today I wasn't able to drive to work because I'm too spaced out, eat because I don't have the appetite, work out because I don't have the energy, focus because my entire system is busy attending to something else that's awfully breaking apart and generally live because I'm just too tired, too lazy, too sad.
I blame you. No no, its not because you didn't reply (again), flaked out (again), attempted to choke up a brilliant excuse (again) and disappeared (again). I don't expect you reply, show up, be honest or be available all the time. I expect nothing of you because I hate how people expe
I don't ignite my fireworks on another's cigarette,
I am by no means under anyone's sunrise.
I pull my own tide, I am my lazy afternoon.
I start all my sentences with I's.
I lose control and I punish myself.
I create and hear music of my own.
I see nothing but reflections of my eyes,
I am nothing but flesh. I am but skin. I am but bones.
I retreat to myself. I belong to no one.
I am ugly by my own right, of course.
I live in the dark amidst the average world,
I wonder how good it must be to be yours.
In those nights my heart is a river
That swells and fills in the rain.
And in the morning parched and gentle,
A quiet song in refrain.
Oh how I remember swirling in the moonlight,
Flooding pavements and veins.
Shining city lights back to the moon,
Until it is the only memory that remains.
Once I receded the cracks reveal
All the ache and thirst for more.
And while I know better to turn around,
I keep waiting outside your door.
Smile for me, the only thing that matter,
While fleeting and pretend, this is our ever after.
I want to run barefoot among the stars
sweeping through those stuck angry cars.
With every step, each bounce and stolen breath,
I am further from the moment you left.
I want to run and sometimes be elsewhere
to know no one, to never need to care.
And when in the pavement I fall asleep,
to wake alone with a nice broken hip.
I want to stay gone, I want to run,
if without you, my moment here is done.
I want to run aloud, run dark, run free,
anything to escape your fleeting memory.
I am leaving and you're not mine;
Your eyes see well beyond me,
they light up some place else, to someone else.
Too far to reach, too lost to own.
I am leaving and the time is gone;
I've been to many sunsets waiting
and my shadow grew tired of the parking lot.
Ever haunted and wet and hopeful.
I am leaving and you're working late;
a soft goodbye sending me off into the night.
But life will age soon and I may return,
to the one I could never leave elsewhere.
They take too long looking for warmth in days,
then scurry up into the night like froths
of white fluffy bitterness in a gentle haze.
The world is but crowds of suits and feet
and bunches of wobbly stoplights
stopping and going. Stopping. Going.
In A Heartbeat.
All senses lost in the gutters of habit,
they are but empty rooms in midnight hours
falling one by one into the moonlit pit.
Another day hence, everything was free,
they take too long, they scurry into the night.
We turned off the lights, crash!
then there's you and me.
she is her own. She is a lot of things to many people and no one can quite describe her in words that would justify what she stands for.
She can be too much to handle.
At times she closes herself from the world.
She sees through people's masks and walls.
She listens to every word.
Many times her laughter
reverberates all over the room
and no corner is left
unhappy.
She pretends to be nothing but herself, her reality.
She's a full spectrum of emotions but her face remains stern.
Her lips quiver in anger.
Her
eyes
light
up
in delight.
You can not lie to her
You have no idea just what you do to me, I think. See, today I wasn't able to drive to work because I'm too spaced out, eat because I don't have the appetite, work out because I don't have the energy, focus because my entire system is busy attending to something else that's awfully breaking apart and generally live because I'm just too tired, too lazy, too sad.
I blame you. No no, its not because you didn't reply (again), flaked out (again), attempted to choke up a brilliant excuse (again) and disappeared (again). I don't expect you reply, show up, be honest or be available all the time. I expect nothing of you because I hate how people expe
all her life
she's been subdued
by the hard cold caverns
of people's eyes
by the weighted metal
of their voices
telling her
she's not good enough
for anything.
all her life
she's wandered in the dark
candles snuffed out as she approached
all her life
she's been nothing but
labels
Special.
Different.
Weird.
Curious.
she's never known
the honey smell of clover
or a steaming hot chocolate.
perhaps she never will
for all her life
she's been subdued.
Now lilies wilt in crisping pale
They float their petals in glass bowl
Of torrid ocean rushing stale
And nevermore a flower whole.
Come, drift with me on memory
When love was pure in ivory
Our dreams are stained with lusted red
A thorn is left in lovers' stead.
the living and the dead by sunshinegypsy, literature
Literature
the living and the dead
I lie on the floor, I cannot bear
the bed, the sheets, so sweet smelling
soft. I lie on the floor like it is the deck of a ship
before a storm.
the things I used to tell you
no one knows,
the nightmares followed us home, but I like
to think you have learned the secret -
where to begin the forgetting. I
put you in a room like a moth
in a jar, listen for your last breath, open
the door, but you are gone
the scent of burning
hair, the animal fear, the way your
knees brush each other like leaves,
soundless
I lie on the floor, my hipbone falling
between beams, dirty laundry under my cheek,
I fall asleep watching the rise and fal
This too shall pass by Shidingonacloak, literature
Literature
This too shall pass
Wait before
you turn the page on me
Wait before
this feeling gets too simple
to predict
to say we strayed
Too far away
meaning never again
Wait before
this game feels like it's over
Wait
because it was us and that
still means
something not easy to find
And that still means
something not to leave behind
Wait before
we part till there's no strength
to look for
an open door
So wait
not forever
Wait
not forever
Wait
not forever
just for a little more
Graceful hands,
breaking through the air
Silk-covered toes,
pressed together painfully,
as she stands, twirls
Fluttering lashes
A content smile
Aware of every movement
She dances
I
On the floor again, you say,
as the stone melts within my skin,
sticky and silent like butterflies.
You pushed me off my self
and ran rough fingers on my face,
You are beautiful, you say
so to the castle wall you laid me
to be loved until I broke apart.
Do tears burn your eyes, you ask,
they are beautiful,
just as an empire of stars,
I can almost see my self in there.
II
The queen opens the door again
and dances her way upstairs.
So hurry we must, you say
and love me too
before the world cages us.
You are beautiful and mine.
Sure the woman knows of it
but laughs her merry throat out.
Forgive me,
and they walked throug