"And so I lived for another
day."
How does one listen and
not feel?
"I was just standing there
minding my own business
waiting to die
when the man standing next to me
like a marionette fell
plink plink plink of bones and he was gone."
The state of being well educated
well read on instances of these
did nothing to help when the victim herself
the survivor I should say, really
is standing before me and softly,
sweetly even, telling me
how she wanted to die.
She'd fought for so long to live
and finally she was ready
to throw in the towel
but not yet,
said the universe
and gave her to t
Mother Stands for Comfort by ViralAgent, literature
Literature
Mother Stands for Comfort
A fluff of feather on the carseat
so small
is all that is left.
They tell me you are gone
and it must be true
I can find only a slight mark that you've been here
You were only a slight disturbance.
Sleep: An Eric Whitacre Ripoff by ViralAgent, literature
Literature
Sleep: An Eric Whitacre Ripoff
As I submit unto sleep
I see your face rise before me
Soul asunder in the fading light
I struggle to keep your image bright
But I find, falling back into the darkened sea
You've found a joy in following me
I begin to dread the destined dawn break
When this dream disappears
and I awake
i love the part of me that misses you
that little endless well somewhere
in the bottom of my heart
that fills up with longing and desire and
makes my heart ache until
you're here
in my arms
soaking up all that longing into you
and
emptying me again.
Come lay with me
Hold my hand in yours
Rest your lips on my neck and
breathe in when I breathe in
out when I breathe out
Come lie with me
Come sigh with me
Come laugh and crash and
be all that you can be with me.
Come rest your mind, your body, your soul
Come with aching feet and
restless thoughts and
Let me fill you with joy and serenity
with the touch of my lips against yours.
Lose yourself between sheets with me, within me,
Wake up to whispers and laughs and fingertips
tapping my heartbeat upon your heart.
Come, sleep with me
in the most innocent sense of the phrase.
A collapse into folds of creamy fabric
gives my muscles a much needed rest
and when I raise my glass again
i t f e e l s m a d e o f l e a d .
I l o o k a t t h e l i q u i d , a d e e p r e d t h a t
A black car parked in front of the old diner next to
A man in black standing silently watching
A woman in white, with scars, thinking
He has come back.
They stare at each other as
A white breeze blows through, stirring
Black memories of way back then.
A clock ticks as
A woman in white pours
Steaming black coffee into the cup of
A man in black who stares silently into
A picture in black and white of
Happy times waiting for the
Sour times to come.
A woman's bare feet beside
A man's black shoes dance with
The love forgotten from
The years that have passed.
The feet kick up dust from
The floors filled with
Memories of blood
"And so I lived for another
day."
How does one listen and
not feel?
"I was just standing there
minding my own business
waiting to die
when the man standing next to me
like a marionette fell
plink plink plink of bones and he was gone."
The state of being well educated
well read on instances of these
did nothing to help when the victim herself
the survivor I should say, really
is standing before me and softly,
sweetly even, telling me
how she wanted to die.
She'd fought for so long to live
and finally she was ready
to throw in the towel
but not yet,
said the universe
and gave her to t
Mother Stands for Comfort by ViralAgent, literature
Literature
Mother Stands for Comfort
A fluff of feather on the carseat
so small
is all that is left.
They tell me you are gone
and it must be true
I can find only a slight mark that you've been here
You were only a slight disturbance.
Sleep: An Eric Whitacre Ripoff by ViralAgent, literature
Literature
Sleep: An Eric Whitacre Ripoff
As I submit unto sleep
I see your face rise before me
Soul asunder in the fading light
I struggle to keep your image bright
But I find, falling back into the darkened sea
You've found a joy in following me
I begin to dread the destined dawn break
When this dream disappears
and I awake
i love the part of me that misses you
that little endless well somewhere
in the bottom of my heart
that fills up with longing and desire and
makes my heart ache until
you're here
in my arms
soaking up all that longing into you
and
emptying me again.
Come lay with me
Hold my hand in yours
Rest your lips on my neck and
breathe in when I breathe in
out when I breathe out
Come lie with me
Come sigh with me
Come laugh and crash and
be all that you can be with me.
Come rest your mind, your body, your soul
Come with aching feet and
restless thoughts and
Let me fill you with joy and serenity
with the touch of my lips against yours.
Lose yourself between sheets with me, within me,
Wake up to whispers and laughs and fingertips
tapping my heartbeat upon your heart.
Come, sleep with me
in the most innocent sense of the phrase.
A collapse into folds of creamy fabric
gives my muscles a much needed rest
and when I raise my glass again
i t f e e l s m a d e o f l e a d .
I l o o k a t t h e l i q u i d , a d e e p r e d t h a t
A black car parked in front of the old diner next to
A man in black standing silently watching
A woman in white, with scars, thinking
He has come back.
They stare at each other as
A white breeze blows through, stirring
Black memories of way back then.
A clock ticks as
A woman in white pours
Steaming black coffee into the cup of
A man in black who stares silently into
A picture in black and white of
Happy times waiting for the
Sour times to come.
A woman's bare feet beside
A man's black shoes dance with
The love forgotten from
The years that have passed.
The feet kick up dust from
The floors filled with
Memories of blood
You owe me a story.
No one makes me wait the way I do
Like you do.
For so long I believed you were mine
to have and to hold.
No one heard the screams
when I realized you were gone.
The spell is damning
In my bed the sheets are
folding me down
inside them.
This brilliant world you painted for me
is fading back to black and white.
For so long I believed you were mine
to have and to hold.
I never realized that you were
inside of me, conscious of me
the entire time.
I'm waiting downtown
I'm waiting in the coffee shop, for you
It will still be a long while until I realize
You're already here,
inside of me, conscious of m
Black and White Revisited by ViralAgent, literature
Literature
Black and White Revisited
Two coffee cups brought down from the cupboard
Smoking the cigarettes I swore I quit three years ago
Back when I thought stitching my life back together was as easy
As the stitches for the scars you gave me
And I can feel you pulling at me
Your gravity is undeniable.
Two coffee cups are still steaming side by side and
my cigarette is still staining the air with sweet smelling smoke.
I'm falling apart at the seams now that you've come home
Because 'home is whenever you're with me'
You're pulling at me and
Your gravity is undeniable.
When we dance you make me feel like a woman again.
It's been so long
but I'm beginning to question
A black car parked in front of the old diner next to
A man in black standing silently watching
A woman in white, with scars, thinking
He has come back.
They stare at each other as
A white breeze blows through, stirring
Black memories of way back then.
A clock ticks as
A woman in white pours
Steaming black coffee into the cup of
A man in black who stares silently into
A picture in black and white of
Happy times waiting for the
Sour times to come.
A woman's bare feet beside
A man's black shoes dance with
The love forgotten from
The years that have passed.
The feet kick up dust from
The floors filled with
Memories of blood
A collapse into folds of creamy fabric
gives my muscles a much needed rest
and when I raise my glass again
i t f e e l s m a d e o f l e a d .
I l o o k a t t h e l i q u i d , a d e e p r e d t h a t
Come lay with me
Hold my hand in yours
Rest your lips on my neck and
breathe in when I breathe in
out when I breathe out
Come lie with me
Come sigh with me
Come laugh and crash and
be all that you can be with me.
Come rest your mind, your body, your soul
Come with aching feet and
restless thoughts and
Let me fill you with joy and serenity
with the touch of my lips against yours.
Lose yourself between sheets with me, within me,
Wake up to whispers and laughs and fingertips
tapping my heartbeat upon your heart.
Come, sleep with me
in the most innocent sense of the phrase.
i love the part of me that misses you
that little endless well somewhere
in the bottom of my heart
that fills up with longing and desire and
makes my heart ache until
you're here
in my arms
soaking up all that longing into you
and
emptying me again.
Sleep: An Eric Whitacre Ripoff by ViralAgent, literature
Literature
Sleep: An Eric Whitacre Ripoff
As I submit unto sleep
I see your face rise before me
Soul asunder in the fading light
I struggle to keep your image bright
But I find, falling back into the darkened sea
You've found a joy in following me
I begin to dread the destined dawn break
When this dream disappears
and I awake
There is a grace to spoons.
Curves like a woman's body reflect an
up
side
down
world within its breast.
I can only hope that
my spoon will one day
take
me
there
So I may leave all this foolishness
behind.
I woke up.
I remember waking up. I know that happened, because I was there when I woke up.
I woke up and then I sat up? Did I sit up? I dont remember, but I think thats normal, yes that must be normal, for I am normal. Completely, utterly, I am the perfectly tweed normal kind of girl. Yes, yes, I must be normal.
But did I sit up?
I must have sat up, for that is when I first heard them (the people in the corner). They babbled something, something, something to the extent of Oh My God, What Have We Done? And they had hands, and their hands covered with juice, juice, juice of an apple, I would presume. And they were chewing
i placed a diamond. by nighttimebeautiful, literature
Literature
i placed a diamond.
your simplicity reminds me of fine chocolate
and sweet-smelling lumber. there is a certain
melody in the way you speak; so truly and
thick. you are honey in the carpet on a sticky
day, uncertain, with vintage pleasures. look
closer, i spread small insect parts on
your jeans, with little hints of pansies and
orchids. your voice makes me blurry, i am
drowning in my own silence. here, i place
silver on your tounge, and you recall quite
subtly, that you prefer the taste of gold.
i no longer wish to
combine all my thoughts
into one Run-On. i know
that i am Angry, and also often
Delighted to be alive. i know
it hurts more and more every time.
by day i live in Assonance.
at Night there is no rhyme.
it no longer matters that
i broke my Mother's heart
the day i left jesus behind.
i know i am A Sinner; still,
i find i am Delighted with
the Sunshine.
by day i love in Consonance.
by Night there is no rhyme.
i am aware of my own Free-Will.
i know the Night only wants me
because i let myself get tangled
between Sheets and Naked Bodies.
by day i live in Assonance.
at Night there is no rhyme.
and the only s
Current Residence: Where the Sidewalk Ends Favourite style of art: the written word Personal Quote: And if I took a 9 mil to my head they'd find words splayed on my walls.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Alphonz Anonymous, AFP, detektivbyran
Favourite Writers
ee cummings pat conroy mark zusak courtney rogers elias sanchez
After a long hiatus of writing
I still haven't come back to it.
It's gotten difficult to make literary the
things that pass through my mind these days.
I don't really have time for emotions anymore
besides stress, anger, etc.
It's all job related, nothing interesting,
nothing relatable to the general public.
I'm....doing things I really ought not to anymore,
taking pieces of people I should leave well enough alone.
I really am a bad influence, as long as people
continue to let themselves be influenced by me.
Tonight, I will sleep before midnght.
I promise.
Desire has been so inconvenient lately.
I'm trying so hard to want to be with the person
I'm supposed to be with, but when my mind wanders
it wanders to someone I don't want as my own just
want to be with. Always.
I'm not in it for romance.
I don't want the intimacy, I don't want
the kisses, the heavy breathing.
I only want words or perhaps just
two shoulders touching lightly.
Both of us leaning against my car,
doing nothing.
Simply being.
This, I find I want more than the
lips against my skin.
Perhaps I was wrong.
Maybe THIS is real love.
And I love you.
Today I wrote an essay for English 100.
That was a lie. I still haven't finished.
This journal, actually, is probably just another
back road to get lost in the deserts of procrastination.
I diverted from the highway a while ago
and now I'm not sure I'll ever find my way back.
Especially not with Neil Patrick Harris and Nathan Fillion
in the backseat singing and arguing the way they are.
Today I woke up at four in the morning for Black Friday.
Then I promptly fell back asleep, woke up at seven thirty and
was out the door by eight to catch the early morning deals.
Today I thought of a thousand ways how NOT to get around
to writing
You're very welcome! Your work looks eloquent, I just need to get over the fact that it's long and actually make myself read it, lol. (I'm SO used to poetry that real writing kind of scares me lol)