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Six WaysOne way is by holding your hand,
staring into your eyes and never looking away.
Another is by blocking out the entire world
The third is by holding you close
feeling your soft, warm body against me
and freeszing time until we see fit.
letting the world wait....
whilst we spend our days together.
Basking in each others presence
staying close, keeping warm and exchanging vows.
letting the seed of our love blossom in such a way
that Gaia herself would be jealous
of our gift.
and of our love.
One way is by sending you a rose
everyday of our lives.
Another is by stroking from your soft hair to your smooth face...
feeling how true beauty can take a form.
Never letting go
Remembering how empty my life was before you.
and finally saying at the end
that "i love you"
UnderstandingI can't predict our future
because I'm afraid of my past.
I've loved and lost and lost when loved
but never truly losing anything,
because nothing was gained.
Relationships barren because they were not tended to,
hearts broken because they were not cared for
because of fear of the truth,
that I always wanted you
I didn't notice till now the way my knees shake when you're around,
the way that sweat appears, the way the sky clears,
the way my voice shrieks, the way my heart beats.
I never noticed how beautiful your eyes are,
the way you talk, the way you walk,
the way that every care in my world is gone when you smile
I never saw you in the light,
I never noticed it.
I never noticed you,
I've known you for so long,
even longer than I've known myself.
I've tried to tell you how I feel,
but it never works out.
We can never get our privacy,
or I the volume to shout.
Doubt and pride make; my heart inaudible
the voice new and the words foreign
but I've known the
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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