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Your eyes are the darkness,
Visage imagined,
Voice the song of the night.
I long to stand with you,
Holding your hands,
Feeling the passion ignite.
Eyes lost in each other,
Lips inches apart,
Anticipating embrace.
My heart feels your love,
My soul holds you tight,
My mind can see your face.
But my fingers are numb,
All sounds are hushed,
Colors have all gone gray.
What use are hands
And ears and eyes
When you are far away.
I cry out your name,
Call out in the dark,
Pray to the Gods above.
Beg for that moment
When we can know more
Than silent whispers of love.
Visage imagined,
Voice the song of the night.
I long to stand with you,
Holding your hands,
Feeling the passion ignite.
Eyes lost in each other,
Lips inches apart,
Anticipating embrace.
My heart feels your love,
My soul holds you tight,
My mind can see your face.
But my fingers are numb,
All sounds are hushed,
Colors have all gone gray.
What use are hands
And ears and eyes
When you are far away.
I cry out your name,
Call out in the dark,
Pray to the Gods above.
Beg for that moment
When we can know more
Than silent whispers of love.
Literature
dream within a dream tornpages
hide away with me
in a dream
within a dream
of precious times
countless moments
gauzy
weightless
peaceful
moments
where i
don't end
and you don't
begin
we are seamless
unified
solitary
just simply one
tomorrow is
nonexistant
because of today
and our
dream
within a dream
hide away
with me.
Literature
judgeMENTAL
to soothe his torment
you chemically experiment
do you see the human
at all?
he offers them god
they smile, and they nod
and increase his dosage
again.
why must the cure kill?
is it really as simple
as one little pill?
or two
or three
(buy four, get one more
for free!)
pharmaceutical engineering
to prevent what they're fearing
to medicate your emotions and
forget those foolish notions
you cannot be
and you cannot see
god, except in a church
anywhere else, it would besmirch
our very way of life!
take your meds
become complac
Literature
Umbilical Cord
...SADNESS. Sadness is the sweeter deeper feeling and it tastes like licorice.
To share with you my deep-felt sorrow is the sweetest sin of all...
The churchbell rang at 4 am: bong bong bong. I calmly let my head
rest on the sweat soaked pillow, staring at the ceiling - my eyes still
burning from the sleep I did not get the night before.
Oh Lord, oh Lord, why me, why here - the cello plays a monotone
rhythm in an empty room - why do thee punish me?
The noise subsided surrendering space - for more...for more of
the same but stronger, bigger more colorful like clouds yield sky after
a thunderstorm. The pain grew in me.
My breath be
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I love you.. Dedicated to ____. *sighs* if only you knew who you were.
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beautiful.