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Our teeth are breaking down
Resistance is without number
cause without purpose
standing naked in the blistering wind
our bodies solid and numb.
We loose all feeling,
all desire disappearing within sad, pathetic numbness
upon discovering the breeze will take us away
higher until frozen away hearts cry.
Loosing our memories and passion
to the broken pain, shattered glass
as we try to warm each other
breaths lost to in the fight
to reach one another.
Maybe our souls can make us feel
more alive as we freeze
loosing all that we have been searching for
and lack the promised path
still flying somewhere high
gone in an instant.
I can no longer feel
or love breathing through me lightly
you stopped breathing long ago
but I can't feel the pain.
Lips sealed shut with tears from lack of me
lungs coated softly with ice...
I think my blood is becoming frozen
like my rock hard heart as I whisper good bye
the wind the only soul left to hear
as I watch the sun rise and whisper warm melodies
Lighting the way
small images become clear
details casting brilliance
a light over the world to rise
slowly overcoming darkness
one horizon at a time.
as we touched the skin of the earth
burning it up in an instant
while flowers greet and birds sing
passing us by.
Carefully the rustling leaves
the morning sky, shuffles to motion
a time to look at life
against perpetual bliss
and thoughtful blinking sessions
where light moves to dark and back again.
Peace at hand
clicking while we walk
a pulse born through us
as legs are the roots receiving divine touch
the earth's futility, dancing and clicking against
that in which we were born
Coughing up out humility,
though we always thought it suited us best
inside the dancing rain running down our face
smiling as we loose all that hold importance
in our pathetic little lives/lies
Lost in moments
the sun starts to glare at our freedom
closed eyes and a tired heart
making love to the sky with highli
Teardrop, water, river
Fire, flames, burn
------, -----, --
Pleasure, pain, you.
You burn me, fingertip flames erupting slowly, engulfing my senses and feeling for everything but you. Licked by emotion, burning brilliance. Alive in a touch, that first moment of contact followed by countless seconds of consuming passion and pain, too pleasurable to give up. Cooling swiftly with drops lacked of pain, soothing rivers of effort and desire dripping carelessly onto bare skin, scarring with reverence and beauty, flowing over me. Carefully you become everything I've ever dreamed, as night darkness if softened by the shimmering light of your grace, slowly becoming peace, slowly becoming you as lips bow down once again in loss, in pain, in pleasure. You dance slowly, eat me up, slowly casting me down... Slowly, slowly as you become me, made in the pleasure and the pain. None of it matters, I've become stoic because of you, when you're away, but nearer still, I'm alive again, two bodies as
Me encantan tus ojos
están bailando con mi
estás bailando con mis sueños
(I love your eyes
dancing with me
You enchant me
dancing with my dreams)
Pure dreams best felt in the eyes of another, touching fate, touching dreams so far away. I can feel you touching me, closer still, dancing against the pain, no other option but to strain the distance and pull though with love. You'll look over my shoulder, watching torture pass by, over, under, through. Don't speak! Silence will become out language, love soft and sweet. Don't ask as we drift, like wanders still searching, needing something that which we lack to find hidden beneath the books of literature. I let pile up without a single page to be turned for lack of time took me away, and as I bury myself further into you, I realize that nothing has been accomplished. Nothing has ever been done for I spent too long looking and loosing starry shone eyes half way down a page. Digging in deeper, closer, I'm getting afraid of
talk about a dream
forget a million ways
never will we understand
thinking for a million days.
I hardly dream anymore, so we begin to talk about what's not there. What a peculiar thought, almost like you're lying about something, but instead you're just making it up. Making up something to blame for all your problems. Forget a million ways, yes, that makes sense. We feel guilty over what we have created, like blaming something not even there. But if it's not there, why should we even care? It can't feel; it can't blame us. Then why do we feel so bad, what is it that we can't stand about this small way of white lies. We will never understand why it is we do this. It's almost as if we need a reason to feel bad a reason to hurt, that we Just can't feel bad, that we JUST CAN'T Hurt because it is not acceptable to JUST feel bad once in awhile. No matter how many days we think about this, the riddle seems to have no solution, no final answer. We can only opinionated and loo
dots fuse to vision
sticking around fruitful emotions
feeling useless, melted away
boiling down to the point
we realize how much was lost
during frictionless kisses, memorable.
touching faces softly
skin eats alive
biting away these thoughts
teeth, scars, fear
all one in you
never around anymore.
stones contained your heart
cold, sad, broken
dancing on wind
we forgot to check love
wasting away, soon
dragon skeleton keys unlocked images
trees wavering in seven fold
to the music of my heart
lost in moments created beneath/under
your gazing sun
where we feel as if born all over
in perfect harmony
painting away the pain
we said not to forget
upon our eventual departure
the shapings of god, molded deeply
like the feeling of that first kiss
bursting with passion
feet in heaven, heart to the ground
separated yet salivated
loosing all sanity
i never did forget those moments.
kick along these dreams
to meet final desires
split headaches and lost destiny
never forgotten images recreate
dreams of you and lips
dancing around the world/me
tripping over loneliness
as you fall into arms
sunlight mornings sparked our affair
cheating on emotions
and sparse responsibilities
we were free in that brief moment
three seconds before risen
eighteen before brewed coffee
as lips locked and hearts skip
free of every care but the cold air
flirting with half awake bodies.
feet touch cold floor, dancing
a fumble for clothes to hide away
that illegal passion born at night
as light splits the window pane
the bed, a frame for your perfection
such beauty that lights the room
competing with sunshine, glowing candles
all jealous of your ability
to make me melt away.
i stand locked in place
my heart clouded by quixotic pain
as eyes stare at a battle
where death never born flies away
and silence takes the room by surprise
while you sleep away
dreaming of peace
never knowing won the bet
of my heart.
Hold it steady, wavering gun
wait for the final call
never pull before your ready
soon destiny takes it's fall.
Hold it still, the last call
wait for the final alert
push it deeper to the bone
with death we flirt.
Hold close these words
wait for the ending thought
shoot down every last one of them
happiness to be bought.
your final feat.
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