She looks out hoping to see,
hoping to be.
She tries to let go of suffering.
She tries to embrace suffering.
Which way will she go?
Meaningless connection,
a paradox she considers.
Should she see or should she be?
She seems to live between the dreams.
Light touch
Painful eyes
I have been consumed
Strong tongue
Little fight
I have lost sight
You devour me in the cool, dark night
Flicker of the light;
Gentle
Delicate
Menacing
Intricate
They dance,
Wind and flame.
Who will be warmed?
Who will be warned?
Don’t fear me
Don’t come near me
Comfortable chaos
So lost
New lips
Whose lips
Your lips
Between my hips
Falling deeper
There is no seeing clearer
Lost
Oh my god
Hope glistens in the morning dew,
Hope of a genuine life.
Desperate inspiration,
The sun rises.
Peaking in simplicity.
Fading in twilight.
Fighting in moonlight.
(Source: livingbyday)
Turning fear to anger
My nerves are better
Not sure if it’ll last
Cynicism on blast
The anxiety to be beat
Runs naked in the street
Knocking on doors
waking people in their sleep
The rage in my veins
keeps me going at a creep
Hopes become bleak
But my dreams come alive when asleep
Not sure if it’ll last
I’m alive at best
My vision’s in and out
Gotta quit with this doubt
Timid, questioning, elated, hoping;
Thoughts dance of new memories being made of me and you.
I smile over at you and you smile back.
Our lips collide with the memory of passion.
This story continues and it holds with it, a turning of minds.
For you see, the next sentence starts with a word that only means one thing; no longer.
But words crumble and the hours grow longer between each tryst.
I no longer see us on the horizon.
Disappointment snickers at me.
Thoughts mold into past memories and hopes of the future.
Timid, questioning, dismay, unsettled.
