Even now,
as the tips of my fingertips
numb
like the emotion has taken over their sensitivity
sudden changes, sudden motives
I shake.
I listen.
and I tune out any real sound
but illusion- I let enter.
I let it consume me
for what it is, I do not know
for what I’m worth, I still seek to find out.
Restless love
I soon to hate
Cloud my eyes
and rather I taste
the air- polluted in unkindness
in doubt & decay
lightening strikes
& rest night makes
every beat- synchronized
like the ticking of the clock
my gaze as eyelashes flutter
to the stars
Oh, how it aches
Purse my lips
and breathe the air
feel my lips and with one stroke
I fall asleep.
—Can't Help Falling In Love
Wise men say, only fools rush in
But I can’t help, falling in love with you
Shall I stay? Would it be a sin
If I can’t help, falling in love with you?
Like a river flows, surely to the sea,
Darling, so it goes somethings are meant to be.
Take my hand, take my whole life too.
For I can’t help, Falling in love with you
Like a river flows, surely to the sea
Darling so it goes, somethings are meant to be
Take my hand, take my whole life too.
For I can’t help falling in love with you.
For I can’t help falling in love with you.
Ingrid Michaelson- Can’t Help Falling In Love
written in the sound of the wind physical being of the orangeness of that grid seen beneath the stars, the stars half shown illuminating fireflies that swim against the current of breath. That warm, sweet, and lucid nothingness that emerges from the clench of my fist.
The black tar felt beneath the soles of my feet. I wear shoes that hope to stabilize me as I run and flee away from the stars shooting towards me- around, up and down, below.
hello, I say. I’m not here as they whisper my name. my name repeated against the reflection of the mirror. Hello, hello. and again, again. say it enough. Then it will finally lose meaning.
“Sing me to sleep”…reverberating across from the floating vinyl upon the cherry smoked wood. I lay fast asleep. My eyes are open and shift to visualize the length I have always hoped to see.
James Dean <3 great picture
(Source: jamesdeandaily)
Secured by the touch of your palms-
the slow and fast rise of your breath
as you whisper to the back of my neck.
Our eyes- not connected nor able to be seen by one another
But I smile. I smile for the first time (I finally felt you).
Each time you held me closer as if you knew-
when to create warmth with our bodies, our hellos, our goodbyes
“more water”
just to see you move melodically and harmoniously in the rise and fall of your hair.
To feel that loud silence. When you look at me (I know)
There is something, yet I fear you.
When will it ever shake loose (it has) beneath the sounds of our breath
and the colors of our world. Our world. Our world. When we touch and when we speak.
Hello. Goodbye. This is Me. You.
Her beautiful eyes
fill with her lust, just as he
fills her mouth with his.
it’s simple..I think?
that when I look at you
or
you look at me
i feel different.
It isn’t the same. No. It isn’t.
but
i’m afraid…of you.
yet I long for you to scare me.
It’s harder now to just look back
when everything has faded, turning black
let go and move my fingertips away
don’t let me touch you, then i’ll be forced to stay
let’s just rewind to when our hearts intertwined
the beating that softly and would always align
repeating the sound as you lay close
my head on your chest listening to you rise and fall
Don’t turn away, don’t ask me why
just rest in my thoughts and hold my hand tonight
