Machinery

We change like seasons and move with tides

Break our watches to find more time

Sweet bubbles of laughter escape our lips

Tongues touch in the sweetest kiss

Our souls collide as flesh is grazed

Minds lost into a blurry haze

At times we sit in a silent night 

And listen to the tick of a broken plight

Exhausted and worn;

Bent out of shape

But we differ from clocks, wouldn't dare to break.

Tired Horizons

I can feel the new cold air coming into my room. It's kind of comforting because I know everything outside is as gloomy as I could imagine for it. Don't ask me why that's comforting... 

I can just picture this girl named Autumn with this soft gold-brown hair and huge beautiful, sad hazel eyes. She's tucking herself into bed and listening to "Smells like teen spirit" until the first snow fall. The cold will alter her mood ever so slightly, so she'll turn on something like "Evenescence" or the "Red hot chili peppers"... Whatever makes her feel less isolated. 

I bet when she stares up at her ceiling it's totally different than mine. When I look up I see the stars, and temporarily allow myself to get lost somewhere unfamiliar. If only there was nothing holding me back.

I still smile though.

Her ceiling, however, is a canvas filled with the splatters and iridescent drips of her spiraling imagination... I bet she tires of the bleakness of winter. 

It does help the rest of us to see her light bounce and reflect off of the snow around her. I swear her shadow is bright enough to lighten my mind. 

It's like seeing the sun behind closed eyelids. It's just nice getting to see a little bit of light inside yourself. Even if it's unintentional. It makes me feel human. Relatable. Isn't it just curious that she probably sees the same light? A warm glow that's slowly fleeting... It's enough to get us through the dark winter.

It has to be.

Tired Horizons

I can feel the new cold air coming into my room. It's kind of comforting because I know everything outside is as gloomy as I could imagine for it. Don't ask me why that's comforting... 

I can just picture this girl named Autumn with this soft gold-brown hair and huge beautiful, sad hazel eyes. She's tucking herself into bed and listening to "Smells like teen spirit" until the first snow fall. The cold will alter her mood ever so slightly, so she'll turn on something like "Evenescence" or the "Red hot chili peppers"... Whatever makes her feel less isolated. 

I bet when she stares up at her ceiling it's totally different than mine. When I look up I see the stars, and temporarily allow myself to get lost somewhere unfamiliar. If only there was nothing holding me back.

I still smile though.

Her ceiling, however, is a canvas filled with the splatters and iridescent drips of her spiraling imagination... I bet she tires of the bleakness of winter. 

It does help the rest of us to see her light bounce and reflect off of the snow around her. I swear her shadow is bright enough to lighten my mind. 

It's like seeing the sun behind closed eyelids. It's just nice getting to see a little bit of light inside yourself. Even if it's unintentional. It makes me feel human. Relatable. Isn't it just curious that she probably sees the same light? A warm glow that's slowly fleeting... It's enough to get us through the dark winter.

It has to be.

Fantasy

I think of you all the time.
It's like an escape, really. I tiptoe away into that hidden part of my mind.
There it's just you and I.
A place where you want me.
Somewhere you embrace my stare, even my touch.
It's a delicious little fantasy...
I long for you to look me in the eyes.
Please, let me meet your intense gaze that I have not experienced first hand but by watching, no, admiring from afar.
Slide your hand up my neck and rest a gentle caress upon my cheek
How electrifying that would be...

I am

Oh, Goddess.
Why must you leave so quickly? I love your gentle caress and promising words.
When you let your presence be known I feel as though I'm in an entirely diffrent world.
You take away my pain, if not forever for awhile is fine.
I wish you could stay with me. Lay with me forever in a place filled with an abundance of joy and laughter. Where flowers bloom and river whispers echo.
Dance with me. Barefoot, letting our feet rightfully connect with the earth.
My energy flows throughout me. A constant stream of gold through passages closely connected and intertwined with my soul.
My light carries on in me and into the ground. I am somehow connected to everything in this place.
I am everything and everything is I.
Even you, sweet Goddess.
You are not with me.
In this land that seems to be eternity, you are apart of me.
We are one.

All our bruised bodies and the whole heart shrinks

"And what of these necessities?
Like how to cope with tragedy and pain?
Did anybody ever show you how?"

-La Dispute

Just a crush

There are so many different things I want to say, but I cant seem to fit it into the correct order
With the right wordplay and just enough imagery to write something beautiful
I do know that what I feel is
It's the feeling of a brand new blush on your cheeks
It's the way you make me smile until my face hurts
And I laugh out loud to nothing in front of strangers
Seemingly crazy, laughing into the open air
All because I thought about something you told me in the previous days
It's the way my heart squeezes when I see you
The way I'm content with the way things are
Simply just enjoying the view, as you could say
I have so much trouble describing this "feeling"
So much fuss, and it's just a crush