A physical body can be of the utmost attraction to someone, and because their lover’s eyes are so bright when paired with the sun’s 12 o’clock beams, because their nose pinches itself when they’re trying to fight back a laugh, they cannot get enough of this person. But rarely does such an obsessed being question…
Smooth, hazel eyes, sly, seductive smile, your swift, slinky walk, they all beg me to stay a while Your tongue glides over your lips, your fingers fumble with mine, you ask, do not pressure, if I’d like another glass of wine We’re young and it’s late, food still untouched as I look over at your…
When everything becomes grey, you search for the slightest hint of white or black; you search for anything to become addicted to, to hurt you, to entice you. You become numb.
I present a simple poem to express the gears of love. Love is not a significant other, love is feeding the flames all you’ve got to keep the fire warm and bright.
What I think it would be like as an inhabitant of Space…a piece of wondrous fiction.
Just like my room, my heart’s in disarray. My veins pump pain instead of blood. My heart’s been abused and led into the street. Hit by robbers, thieves, and whatever’s in between. Natural disasters have caused my heart to be misshapen; tornadoes, strong winds, and earthquakes left me shaken. Exhausted by the hurt and yearning…
I have a connection with my friend that is only understood beyond the realms of reality.
A short expression of the mask we wear, happiness.
I live every day like the last and I’ve began to feel like nothing more than a vacant body… like a zombie.
Poem: Love is being described as everything but what it is. This is my take on it. Watching a love grow and then watching it fade…watching it die.