pretty powerful message
I love this, every time I see it.
Pretty powerful this - never give up, you could be on the brink of everything you’ve ever wanted.
(Source: fierce-love)
pretty powerful message
I love this, every time I see it.
Pretty powerful this - never give up, you could be on the brink of everything you’ve ever wanted.
(Source: fierce-love)
I smell it,
fresh water falling from the sky
falling from your chocolate eyes
the night closes in around me
and I grab your hand
begging you to understand
we run to the night
run to the world that gives us sight
we spin in circles, blanketed by
the grace of God’s tears
by the joy of our vanishing fears
by knowing that the sadness disappeared
I see your smile in the flashes of lightning
hear your heartbeat in the pulses of thunder
we thrive, as children in a forest
playing pretend until the sunlight ends
but their creativity remains
while with age, our thoughts are placed in chains
until the day,
we decide to play in the rain
Let me hide in this bed,
hidden in the darkness of my blanket
in the comfort of my cotton sheets
surrounded by what cannot hurt me
what cannot break my heart
the fragility of love is killing me
sucking the life from my very lungs
please, I can’t breathe
I can’t bear this anymore
sleep evades me,
food possesses my minimum desires
tears ravage the strength I no longer acquire
nothing makes sense
the abstract of my mind has reached insanity
I have failed them,
and they let me drown.
I cannot find my way to the surface,
but the truth is, I’ve forgotten how to try.
I can’t breathe
the thought of being forced to leave
crushes the heart I wear on my sleeve
I look into your eyes,
seeking answers that I cannot find
You don’t know who you are,
but I see it in you
in the dimples on your cheeks when you smile
I see the pain you’ve forgotten how to hide
in the dark, my hand stretches for yours,
but it never reaches its destination
your tears make you beautiful,
your pain makes you indestructible
your words make you mysterious
and your heart makes you flawless
how can I say these words to you
how can I express my fondness of your face
or that your smile makes it hard to breathe
that when night falls, I long to lay in your arms,
to inhale the freshness of your skin
how can I, when you need a friend,
when you need me as an empty journal, not a finished book?
My God,
all I want is to hold him
to see the boldness of his eyes
it breaks my heart when he cries
when his smile is hiding
imprisoned in the sadness of his soul
in the weight of his inadequacy
in the brink of his despair
why can’t I help him?
why can’t I carry his fear?
why can’t I help at all?
I dreamt of you,
and realized how much I missed your smile
the laugh lines that played in the corners of your mouth
the glimmer of your chocolate eyes
how you always made everything make sense
I woke up, and I didn’t feel alive
you asked if I felt alright
but all the while, I told you lies
I sensed my own insignificance
repelled against the world
gravity betrayed me
told me never to be beautiful
I prayed to God not to see you,
but your presence became known
the sound of your voice butchered my ear drums
and the life of my heart slipped away
I was a sitting corpse
sitting in the filth of my own guilt
and I could no longer eat, no longer sleep,
no longer breathe
the words were stolen from me
and I feel the urge to leave
to return to bitter sleep
to the days without an identity
I felt your warm breath on my face
and I thought of your lips
how soft, how sweet, the joy of sinful bliss
I closed my eyes and felt your simple touch
the swift movement of your tongue
pressed firmly against my teeth
the sensual taste of your love
visible by your gentle kiss
your heart was beating so quickly,
so audible in my ears
I grab your hair and take one more breath before indulging you,
melding into you once more
before it’s time to open my eyes
and see you haven’t changed
you stare as if I’m strange
but I think of you and fade away
silenced by the beauty upon your face
that sends me to a heavenly place
I can’t help but look into your eyes
and when I do, I see what might have been
and what I hope someday will be.
(Source: kaldurrr, via ldydeathstrike)
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see, I swallow immediately.
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike
I am not cruel, only truthful –
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at…