November 2009
10 posts
my reverie.
could you be the one to break me out of my reverie? i’m stuck in a stupor, dislodged in a dream, frozen in a fraction of a sunbeam. glazed in the glass of glamor and gleam, ensnared in a knot, sewn in the seam of a crater, greater by far than any explosion due to the death of a star. i’m dazed in the dazzle of the dark’s attraction, following the factions of fellow phantoms that first fell through...
love should be simple.
she knows what she’s doing, but i’m not sure if i do. how do these arrows miss my skin, and pierce me right through? there, she slumbers, and i will not wake her. i’m not going to fall for you, not for a heartbreaker. you’re not healthy for me, and it’s just not wise, to love a mask, to look into lying eyes. don’t think you deceived me, that i ever believed we, could be what i can only imagine is...
my mistakes.
you sit there, and listen to me apologize. cheeks are wet, because you’re bleeding from the eyes. i tell you that i was wrong, and i’m sorry that it took so long, but i’m standing here now. do you think you can forgive me, someway, somehow? i didn’t mean to hurt you, but i understand how i did. i should’ve seen all those emotions you buried and hid. i promise that won’t happen again, this is me...
who you are to me.
somedays i want to wrap you in an embrace that blurs the line where you begin and i end until it disappears. this is the beginning to my happiness, as well as to all my fears. somedays i regret the day i met you, because i can’t want who i’ve never met. i can never miss the sun, if i’ve never seen it set. somedays i wouldn’t mind spending hours just watching how the sunlight catches the curvature...
how i see you.
the bones of my body reverberate when you speak. no one else but you, because lady, you’re unique. can’t explain why, or how this came about. how your voice became the water, that chased away my drought. all i can say, the utmost i can do, is remind you everyday, why it is that i love you. if i could only do one thing, i’d like for you to see, the beauty that i see, when you’re right in front of...
to be missed.
just hold on tight, and the night will pass, as the minutes rain in the hourglass. and though it seems the world conspires against you, in the land of dreams, i will find you. close your eyes, and i’ll be right there, before they open, this i swear. you’re my prayer, and i miss you, really. but the day will come, and we’ll be together again, silly. tomorrow, the clock will have spinned, but for...
i'll be for you.
if the world be a dragon, i will be your knight. to fight against the darkness, to war against the blight. if pain be an illness, i will be your cure. bandage your wounds and hurt, so that you may endure. if sorrow be a burning sun, i will be your shade. to be for you a comfort that will never, ever fade. if loneliness be a picture, i’ll be for you an artist, to paint it all over again, to show...
consider today.
hold fast to the mast, and the sails will fill, the breeze is your ink, the ship is your quill. ride across a canvas, perpetually blank, battle the rocks where other ships sank. navigate by the heavens, chart your course across the globe, don the clouds like a hat, wear the weather like a robe. today is a day made just for you, consider that in everything you do.
a word.
a word, to the wise, is the beginning of a thought. a peace to be salvaged, a war to be fought. it is the start of a sentence, or an end to a paragraph. the sobering dregs of morality, or the color in a laugh. a word is an introduction, an unquantifiable sea, or the momentum that carries to the ground, a falling tree. but a word, to the foolish, is no more than that. a note, that could be sharp,...
a silent cacophony.
what you’ll never know, is how far i’ll go, to never show that right underneath my skin is a heart that beats in tandem with yours. i’ll smile, all the while, holding back my hands that want nothing more than to unwring yours and warm the sadness right out of the crosshatched lining of your palms. if i could, i would smooth out the weariness in the wrinkles, tease the creases of...
