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i want to write joyful words -
a poem full of silver-lined imagery
and tales with happy endings,
sweet inclinations of the mind
and hyperboles of love and lust
all to cover up the thoughts of
you
because beautiful words never did suit us
so if i choice to write them
then you can’t be there, can you?
(you’re always there, but please, let me pretend?)
i’d try to write a story of falling in love,
of classic romeo and juliet
and a nonsensical feeling in ones stomach,
but i promised you i’d never lie
(and i never break my promises)
i’d write of something plain but provocative
like the weather, but i live in England -
i cant write of sweltering warmth or the
memories of snow.
not from an honest perspective
except perhaps
of not knowing it in truth
(just like i knew you, i guess)
i could write of grey grey skies
and wind whispering its wishes
to unsuspecting listeners
but i cant
(because i listen and it’s your voice i hear)
i can’t find the words to hide
the way my heart beats
(morse code songs of what was,
and what was not all at the same time)
and perhaps i shouldn’t even try
because every sentence, every syllable transforms into you
and i’m helpless to stop myself
(shhhhhh.......
you don’t need to know....)
a poem full of silver-lined imagery
and tales with happy endings,
sweet inclinations of the mind
and hyperboles of love and lust
all to cover up the thoughts of
you
because beautiful words never did suit us
so if i choice to write them
then you can’t be there, can you?
(you’re always there, but please, let me pretend?)
i’d try to write a story of falling in love,
of classic romeo and juliet
and a nonsensical feeling in ones stomach,
but i promised you i’d never lie
(and i never break my promises)
i’d write of something plain but provocative
like the weather, but i live in England -
i cant write of sweltering warmth or the
memories of snow.
not from an honest perspective
except perhaps
of not knowing it in truth
(just like i knew you, i guess)
i could write of grey grey skies
and wind whispering its wishes
to unsuspecting listeners
but i cant
(because i listen and it’s your voice i hear)
i can’t find the words to hide
the way my heart beats
(morse code songs of what was,
and what was not all at the same time)
and perhaps i shouldn’t even try
because every sentence, every syllable transforms into you
and i’m helpless to stop myself
(shhhhhh.......
you don’t need to know....)
Literature
Everyday wears me down
A year ago today I left you sitting on the street looking up at the sky with your black eyes, hands pooled in your lap. Your pianist's fingers still for once. I had small hands and I used to envy how your fingers bridged octaves so damn easily.
You said, 'It's going to rain.'
And I walked away.
.
The day before I left, I wrote you a song.
.
I don't think you understand. Jason. David. Whoever you want to be today.
How your hands snag on my hair and the way
you make me smile even when I'm about to fall apart…
Last winter I cradled my heart ─
.
I never finished. It was cold and quiet in my room. Outside the sun blazed down.
Literature
i don't want your heart
i want to
let go, but just don't
know how to.
that tug in
my heartstrings' still scream
ing your name.
it may scream
but it has the wrong
melody.
you and i never
were anything more than a
harsh cacophony.
and yet you allow
your heartstrings to scream aloud,
i want to know why?
i can't stop feeling,
i can't stop thinking, i can
not stop loving you.
you're loving something
that is worthless and that'll
never love you back.
your heart is what the
stars are made of; i don't mind
if i'm not your sky.
my heart will always
stay there, but if by chance it
falls. will you catch it?
with open arms, i
will; i'd wish upo
Literature
this is a truism.
dear you,
i reserve the truth for days like this, when the heat is unbearable and the only way to cool off is to peel back skin until there's nothing left but the bone-white truth, gleaming through. listen, you may not be a bird, but you sure can fly. no, stop, listen. you can. whether it's through the cumulus-kissed skies or sun-laden water. i've seen you. just when you think no one is watching you, you lift off, levitate. and darling, even then i see your eyes green with envy for those winged-creatures. you don't even realize what you're capable of. you don't need wings to soar. and so what, you're not a bird, but maybe there's a
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i just cant seem to write at the moment :s
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I can't seem to write right now either =\
nice work
nice work