I want to run every grain of sand in your soul through my fingers Not to call you my own, Just to Feel Because i am certain nothing could be as cosmically beautiful.
I want to take every piece of everything tangible you have ever put your energy into, And meditate under it Slip my ears below the hot water of your composition.
I want to drown in the infinite fountain of catalyst beauty you spout
I want to dance in your orbit and wake up wearing things that smell like you
Desires abounding, love:
Let's be in the moment To be in the moment with you is to be in the stars.
I will die in despair From never having Held his hand Or even known him As the other Real women In his life Held his face, Kissed his lips, Embraced him, Whispered shared pain, Gave him the blood of days together, Hours and minutes spent in time.
She's your friend Your friend He's got his hand On her leg, he's - Got short hair On his face, she's - Got a short skirt On the way to his place - I'm at home With my hands At last alone With my hands.
I'm the bland, the misguided misfit who is always “with the band, ” Feigning prestige, I'm nothing more than a coffee-carrying consumer, I'm eager, yes, visibly excited even, to hide uncomfortable truths behind a stain of smiles.
Walk with me. A mile in my shoes; follow the trail of tread wearing down like my patience for the songs of the dead... Listen closely, purge evil intentions from distant futures.
Culture has clouded my judgement, raised and reared like a starving artist, fighting against nature and nurture for my next meal.
Peel. Layers laughed as you ripped again and again into each one, never reaching the source or your full potential.
Essential. Liquid love, your words entomb practical promises deep inside of me where the truth hurts the most.
I don't think I can ever love someone again, ” I whispered to myself; remembering to practice what I preach. “Not since the last person let me down. ”
It was me. I tried to love myself, but it was like grasping at straws that fates fire had decided to light aflame. Blame. It is me; gifted in ways that matter to none. “Remember, there's someone, ” But... what if I were honest and told you there were none?
Bliss sometimes comes in the form of a kiss that we missed. Lips locked in a battle that should have never began.
I hate you for this. I love you for that. Let's just skip to the end, and end this. Reach for the stars so that when you fail, you're high enough to fall to your death.
Tell me, once again, how “I'm everything you never wanted” with your final breath
Looking over my mom's shoulder While she sat in her chair With her Toshiba laptop, and A hummingbird's beak Was nestled in sugar water Outside the living room window.
Engaged in her game of “Buck Euchre” While I massaged her stiff neck With my tired fingers, she Messaged her opponents You guys will be lucky to Take one ‘trick' this round With the hand I got. ”
Her brisk tapping of the keyboard Seemed nearly in sync With the fierce flickering of The hummingbird's wings.
I wondered what it'd be like If my mom had energy Like a hummingbird everyday— Upbeat and alert, But I knew that wish was Out of reach. Chemo kept her House-ridden; Either in her bed or a seat.
Yes! Ha! Ha! suckers, ” my Mom shouted, Ben, there's no way they will beat me. ” I smiled and said, You show ‘em, Mom. ”
