i. i've always dreamt of getting in your car and driving through the night while our unguarded whispers cut through the silence like sharp knives. we'd be on our own and we would have nothing but each other, and we wouldn't say it out loud, but we'd both know that we would have all we'll ever need.
ii.every day i think about where we were one year ago and how far we might be one year from today. it scares me sometimes, but other times it makes me feel safe in knowing that wherever i am, i'll always have part of you. just never leave me.
iii.i'm always scared i'm at the opposite end of your love story. maybe i'm the one you'll leave after y
Glasses You Never Wear by MidnightStatic, literature
Literature
Glasses You Never Wear
as you run your fingertips over my arms you tell me that i'm the most beautiful person you've ever seen.
(yet you have glasses that you never wear.)
when i softly trace the outline of your lips you say that my touch is the best thing you've ever felt.
(yet you could touch a red coal and you wouldn't speak of the sensation it brings.)
as you kiss my left ring finger you whisper how much you want me forever and how you couldn't live if I went away.
(yet i know you fidget after sitting in the same place for more than a minute.)
when the time comes for you to kiss my hand and leave me for a while once again you tell me how the pain of s
you squeeze my hand and
pull me into you,
our eyes shimmering,
faces glowing,
and hearts waltzing to the beat of
deafening silence.
you play christmas carols on the
keys of my exposed backbone,
compose a symphony on the
tattered harp strings of my ribs,
wash away my delicate scars with
your falling tears,
and breathe the saddest song
into my cold, chapped lips.
I can't sing,
but somehow,
I'm able to easily exhale the most glorious songs
through stuttering murmurs and
into your mouth,
slowly warming you with a hopeful melody
composed for you and
you alone.
Dear You,
It's been a while. It's been nearly 14 years since you were here to make me feel special. I haven't felt that elated feeling of importance since December 19th of 2009. Quite frankly, I miss you. Those roses you gave me that very last night so many long years ago are gone, but the memories of you are stronger than even the thorns.
I try to get a hold of you every once in while, but you never call back. You never pick up the phone. In reality, it's probably because you have someone else and my unchanging feelings scare you. But on the empty nights when lonely stars pierce through my ceiling and burn at my heart, I hoarsely whisp
i. i've always dreamt of getting in your car and driving through the night while our unguarded whispers cut through the silence like sharp knives. we'd be on our own and we would have nothing but each other, and we wouldn't say it out loud, but we'd both know that we would have all we'll ever need.
ii.every day i think about where we were one year ago and how far we might be one year from today. it scares me sometimes, but other times it makes me feel safe in knowing that wherever i am, i'll always have part of you. just never leave me.
iii.i'm always scared i'm at the opposite end of your love story. maybe i'm the one you'll leave after y
Glasses You Never Wear by MidnightStatic, literature
Literature
Glasses You Never Wear
as you run your fingertips over my arms you tell me that i'm the most beautiful person you've ever seen.
(yet you have glasses that you never wear.)
when i softly trace the outline of your lips you say that my touch is the best thing you've ever felt.
(yet you could touch a red coal and you wouldn't speak of the sensation it brings.)
as you kiss my left ring finger you whisper how much you want me forever and how you couldn't live if I went away.
(yet i know you fidget after sitting in the same place for more than a minute.)
when the time comes for you to kiss my hand and leave me for a while once again you tell me how the pain of s
you squeeze my hand and
pull me into you,
our eyes shimmering,
faces glowing,
and hearts waltzing to the beat of
deafening silence.
you play christmas carols on the
keys of my exposed backbone,
compose a symphony on the
tattered harp strings of my ribs,
wash away my delicate scars with
your falling tears,
and breathe the saddest song
into my cold, chapped lips.
I can't sing,
but somehow,
I'm able to easily exhale the most glorious songs
through stuttering murmurs and
into your mouth,
slowly warming you with a hopeful melody
composed for you and
you alone.
you could be that one person who's addicting like [cocaine]; milk chocolate that's sizzling on the burning end of a [joint] my tongue
you could be that one person who changes my perspective on e v e r y t h i n g; challenging me to question what I once believed in
you could be that one person who's my best friend that i tell every-single-little thing to; because i just know you'll keep our secrets between us from in the wee hours of the morning light
you could be that one person who ignites that spark of inner rebellion within my heart; the kind that leaves my skin pulsing with adrenaline
you could be that one person who brings nothing bu
The last thing I remember is falling.
I can't remember how I fell or what I fell from, I just remember the careless whisper of the wind as it brushed past my dying ears. Cold and comforting all the same. In an instant, it was all gone.
My past, my life, all gone before I even knew it was leaving.
They say you only live once, I am proof that your life does not end when your heart stops its rhythmic song of life, love and the capacity to hate.
Some will tell you that my sanity is questionable but is that not the truth for all who breath the same choking air that twists itself within our throat? We start out so simple, so naive... what happe
"Do you fear death?"
The question loomed in the air before my body, as if a sword looming over someone almost conquered by their enemy. But I looked down at my hands and then back up, only to say, "Have you ever felt the pain of watching two lovers embrace at the end of a movie? It's supposed to be a happy ending. But your heart tells your lungs to stop breathing for just a minute because it will never ever be yours."
"Do you fear death?"
A question repeated deserves an answer. But instead, my trembling hands sat clenched on my lap, the blue ink like veins showing through the frail covering that might rip apart any second. "Do you kno
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It's been... way too long.
In short, thank you to everyone who may have faved or added my stuff forever ago. I luff you. :)
And... I should be somewhat back and perhaps posting some interesting goodies sooner or later. Sooner, I do hope. ^_^
It seems like 2010 went by so dang fast. Scary. I think I should make a new icon to celebrate the 2011 me. Lol.
So resolutions for this year... Not any really. I know that if I made any, I would find an excuse to not keep them. So the only one I made is to not get in fights over stupid stuff with anybody, because I know how miserable they made most of last year. So yeah. Fights=bad. Especially when they're with two people you love and care about immensely who don't especially like eachother... That kinda gets stuff started. And I want to write a lot more this year. More than I did last year with my little periods of no writing... That kills