I Am Blind but You Are BeautifulYou said you loved my eyes because they showed you the galaxies. Some nights you came so close, you said you could count the milky ways and planets, and the infinity that lay in front of you rocked you to sleep. I just listened to the sound of your voice; it reminded me of rockets sailing quietly through space.I Am Blind but You Are Beautiful by WordsinBottles
You said each dot is a star, and each star is planet and your favourite trick was to whisper in my ear the names of the constellations you found in each iris (Andromeda, Cassiopeia, Big Dipper…). I’d tell you stories of gods and goddesses, spirits and sacrifices and you’d nestle next to me like we were watching the night sky together.
Some days you’d sit still for hours, and I’d feel the weight of your gaze like the warmth of the sun washing over the solar system. The best thing about me, you said, was that the stars never disappeared. You’d tell me that you were my world, but I was your universe and you’d kiss the words in
120/80We lived in the spaces between heartbeats.120/80 by WordsinBottles
Like children, we cupped our faces in our blistered palms,
hoping that across this infinite space,
our whispered hellos would echo through the empty walls.
Below our feet was a sea of red,
churning with the lost promises we cast long ago.
The quiet tremble, I couldn’t quite tell, was in my legs
or the shift of tectonic plates.
I tap danced my way to you over valleys and veins
but my darling, your mountains
felt like stars on the blackest of nights
and forgive me but I only brought my arms as ladders.
For the hundredth time I press my lips to this battered glass,
Wondering if the sting of blood tastes of your soul.
Goodnight, my darling.
We may not have an eternity, but surely we have shards of it.
For the Boy Who Reads my PoemsYour auburn hair, it teases me,For the Boy Who Reads my Poems by LordSpottedshadow
With your smirking grin.
Your green eyes peer at me through glasses,
Painting blush upon my skin.
Your warm embrace, that's all it takes,
To gain control over me.
I thought my heart had a tighter lock,
But it seems you have the key.
To hold you, love you, kiss you gently,
Is all that I desire.
And to hear your witty words,
You're the genius I've always admired.
You know I can't stay mad at you,
Why must you take advantage of this?
I'm in love, I know that's true,
But perhaps these feelings I should dismiss.
Yet do you love me, I still ponder?
Has someone else caught your eye?
Perhaps your heart has begun to wander,
Perhaps this attraction has already died.
Or maybe these feelings never existed,
Are my emotions simply your toy?
Because I still love you, It's hard to resist you,
But perhaps my love is too much to enjoy?
Yes, I know I may be clingy,
But how could I resist someone so sweet?
I may love you more than you love yourself,
Despite your overwhelmin
Icy StreetsI walk the icy streets alone. Couples with linked arms walk around me. Couples and friends.Icy Streets by DreamsAlone
I listen to the lonely beep of my apartment card in the security door.
I'm alone in the elevator. Through the elevator glass I watch the city plunge into darkness. I see a single figure faraway, my heart beats for a second. I watch for a moment in hope, that there is another single figure in this city. The distant figure breaks into two.
Two figures walking side by side on the icy paths.
I walk into the empty apartment. The heat greets me in silence. Pounding into my body. I quietly take off my jacket. It's not warm though. This overheated apartment, don't mistake it. It's as icy as the city's streets.
Lost HorizonYou are my lost horizon even if I've never found you.Lost Horizon by NeonHermit
I watch you off in the distance day and night, always just out of reach.
Found a way to never be too far away though.
I follow you around in my dreams, and your never more than a sleep away.
Feminine GeographyThere is a beautiful land, a delicate land
That a man will find in his dreams
Or stumble upon unplanned.
It has long and perfumed waterfalls
Which transform to his will -
Be it into lake of wonders
Or a river that sprawls
Through endless lost meanders.
Beyond there are two mines which shine
With unknown precious jewels:
Spells frozen in space and time.
To them a man could dedicate his life
Only to delve ever deeper, but never find
The secrets for which he mined.
Past the mines lies a single cliff
Looking down upon a field of roses red:
And dividing once the flower bed
A crack upon the ground,
One single thread of darkness there
Hostage MindAllow me the pleasure of telling you the truth;
of your beloved little reality.
The curtains that blow and billow such as the limbs of a willow,
the curtains that gather and flow over your sleeping form,
they are nothing more than tattered fabric,
hanging limp and suffocating your room.
Moonlight that filters lushly around your fortress from out the clouds,
the moonlight that touches silvers jewels and shines of them,
it's nothing more than feeble, watery rays,
occasionally sneaking in through those torn drapes.
The vibrant colours of the outside woods,
the colours that shine of autumn and spring and warm things,
they are merely illusions, abstract creations of your mind,
available only when you're sleeping.
You see, child, it's all up there;
it's your own imagination that's holding you hostage.
memories don't just fadeMy eyes are red and bloodshot, with low-lying eyelids.
I widen them; it stings a little.
So I squeeze them shut, and open them again
- very slowly.
I've been sobbing on my pillow; it's smudged with my mascara.
Why didn't I take my makeup off before I went to bed?
What was the point of that question?
I sigh, I know exactly why there's no room in my mind
for thoughts about skincare.
I turn back to the mirror on my bedside, and trail my gaze down from my pathetic eyes
toward a purple gash running diagonally from my cupids bow
to the left side of my cheek.
My lip is split, so it hurts to talk now.
"If I slice your mouth sweetie, you'll remember that you mustn't talk." That's what was said.
My body jolts, I turn the mirror away. I don't want to look at my face anymore.
I shut my eyes - gingerly, to save myself pain -
and I tried my very best
to go to sleep.
Smells of ink,
Still warm from the printer.
Choose the best answer
Not the three that are good.
We are brainwashed;
There is only one right answer
Success is only measured in one way.
Filling in a bubble:
Right or wrong,
We are turned into points;
Small black circles.
But that is not life;
There is not always one right answer.
There are good choices
And all right choices.
There are bad choices too,
But we are not defined by them.
We can change our minds,
Change our path.
Some paths may be better than others,
But we can still be successful.
Not all choices are good or bad,
Right or wrong.
Some are just different.
Some are just choices.
Rose on a grave.Was it just yesterday that you left my life?
Every minute feels like an eon
And every breath hurts like a knife.
Will I make it to the dawn?
Dear God, will you tell her that I'm sorry
For not being there when it happened?
Dear God, will you tell her that story
About the lost ship and the angry captain?
Dear God, will you sing her to sleep
Every night that she's lonely?
Dear God, will you tell her to keep
In mind that she's the one and only?
Dear God, will you tell her that I wasn't mad
When I didn't pick up the phone?
Dear God, will you tell her that I'm sad
And that I'll never leave her alone?
Dear God, will you tell her that I love her,
So much that it aches?
Tell her that now she knows what was above her
Because she didn't have time to push on the brakes.
Dear God, tell her that I'll never forget
Her blue eyes and sweet voice
Tell her that I'll never regret
She'd always be my first choice.
Dear God, tell her that our little boy
Is really proud of his mom
Tell her that he finds joy
The Skies bleed redThey shout,
The skies are red, the skies are red,
But that's not what I see.
I see a land that seems well bled-
A sight saved just for me.
I watch as clouds of cotton floss
Shed bombs through spiral stairs.
I watch them shatter upon the earth,
And leave it burnt and bare.
Oh, where are the cold stone buildings gone
That once stood tall and strong?
Where are the bustling, bursting throngs
That filled the streets? What's wrong?!
At once the world swells and sways,
The reds turn ghastly white.
Through the mists of my cluttered mind,
I see a flash of light.
It leads me out into a park
With a noise I can't shake off
I hear them scream, I hear them weep,
But I see no sight thereof.
But, wait, I see! My vision clears,
I see the bleeding line
Of bodies bare, of scared death masks
And oh no! That one's mine!
My face lies pale, my eyes as misted
As they must have been
To all the world, for the things I saw
They could never have seen.
I lie shattered in a pool of crimson,
My body is so finely ble
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