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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
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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