Tag: Creativity

Why wait until it rains?

What we can feel from each other

In this hailstorm of pain,

Is enough for the drink.

Love seems to falter in the wind,

Bringing its tears in the form of falling droplets,

For there are clouds as gray as lead above your head,

Though I’ll trust my love to dust.

I’ll love with bleeding currents

That fall from evened eyes.

I am the cloud that thrives

Above your frail temples.

You will cry without me stopping you

From the passing sadness,

To pass by your happiness,

Wherever it was.

Let your thunder down,

Let your dreams creep above to my eyes.

When have I ever surrendered

To love,

When all I do is place sadness above?

There is not much to call home

In your arms.

Like a furnace, you’ve grown bright,

And have burned all to ash

Around you.

Like a star, you’ve shone

With the lantern about your neck

Swinging by a rope.

Like an angel, you’ve flown

Over cities and seas, vast as the universe,

But no one will hold you.

In your arms, I am wrapped by twine,

And I receive splinters

And burns.

Believe in nothing,

I will,

When I see your face against the side of me

When I have turned away

From all I know to be

Something more alike reality.

Blood follows me,

But does not guide me,

As much as my shadow

In the night.

The moon overhead

Carves a path

Out of its own faceless self.

Lay down the pads
That seem to undo, the petals and their dew.
Release wetness, from between pillars,
And release sadness, from between veins
Where velvet flesh consumes its own bread.

Lay yourself down
On this bed made of miles
Of stones.
Sin is but a release to the passion
Between two, in excitement.
We feel
What should not be felt,
And have felt,
What now we can feel.

Songs and sickness
Croak futile lullabies.
I am in the same boat
As you,
Yet the oars are missing.

I can travel by my hands,
I can see faraway lands,
I can stand
To see you for how grand
You aim to uplift yourself,
For all I hold is a tear.

All I hold are the many long years,
Weary upon the calendar
Where ink had smeared.

Beauty and tyranny
Both make kisses, beneath rain,
Making love, in utmost pain.

Let us revel, until we see, again
The fog that has drifted to the end.

Bleed the skies wide open

To where I caught the token

Of your heavenly face.

It was but a tear,

That did smear

The shadow from your bleak and melancholy

Expression

In your gaze,

While I am under the haze.

Let tranquility be a part of me,

Let the thunder strike so delicately

The areas remain unseen

To distrusting eyes.

Love wildly

The fire that is fueled by my desire.

We’ll be a part of the flame,

Part of the same

Expression that open us up to fame,

Stilled upon the horizon,

As if the sun never fell quick enough

To pick you up.

I breathe

Your face, into me,

While gazes surrender

To everlasting scenery.

Let me enthrall

The washed out areas at your feet,

For they plead

Ever-more than you did.

Your gaze has caught a thorn in my eye.

When I bend down to reach,

A flood spills over.

There is soil needing its space to be filled,

There is a plot of land necessary for a grave

Of many weary years

In secondary tears.

I was never first in line

To be left behind.

How far is your heart buried

Beneath the saddest moon

With the widest frown?

I stilled the eclipse in your broken mind.

I threw all behind

The dirt beneath your feet.

I stayed the shame

From eroding your fame.

Your sweetness

Is upon the rose to your lips.

I bleed with honor,

Even more than ever you were a virgin.

I bleed with fervor

The pain I twist inside me,

As easily as you danced to my tune.

Of cries for joy and joy for cries,

Telling tales as old as those lies

We sing about to the skies.

Without talking,

We know what the future speaks

Even before we grow weak

Once more in arms held out.

Is it a toxin,

Or will it clean me,

Perhaps erase me

Of memories to a former one?

The love that I drink

Was once a place to stay

In arms, to be held for an eternity.

My eyes have shut themselves to the light,

Because I am on a road with no end.

Love leaves a trail

In the snow,

In the low

Of my pouring gaze

On tracks that I leave,

Behind my idle awakened self.

Potent love is a source,

A great pain

Stinging worse than the wound.

Blood smears my arms,

Clogs my heart with clots,

Makes me face another dream

Where I won’t be awake

In the current mistake

To offer what cannot be offered

To another one, for her sake.

Anoint me,

Appoint me

To see, where all has fallen

Within your heart.

Love has left you behind

In the waves of life.

Love wishes to wash leaves

On the shores of your eyes

For you to see

What cannot leave,

But only the decay can depart

From your discarded heart.

Pain me,

Embed me

In where you share your fate

Upon a plate,

Of lies, broken up in cries

That reach for the shattered moon.

You gravitate

In the arms that encircle.

Yet, why do you enclose

Upon the stone,

Upon the coldness?

I am the one you seek.

You want to love,

Yet, your cries seek other realms

Of further disappointment.

My knees give way

For me, to be

Beneath you, and hold you this ring

That represents

All that I have sent

Up to you,

In the blue, in the daylight.

Your lips whisper a kind serenity

Down to me,

For me to see, what will come to be

For us.

Love is everywhere.

I have centered it

Upon the waist needed to be carried

In a single hand.

My lips run across smooth skin,

My hands paw naked skin,

My eyes travel warm skin

To discover years worth of paradise,

Befitting me, the parasite

Who has only sucked the vessel dry

Of himself, and neither the fingers, succulent,

Nor the temples above her eyes, resplendent

Of a woman,

With two beating hearts, one of hers

And of mine.