You are young and carefree, I am younger and not, Stuck on the winds of time that curl in the pot That stirs life in circles, churns it with wind Takes things from me like the love of my Kin.
Your golden eyes shine bright in the sun, Glistening of stories that need to be sung Around quiet camp-fire on cool summer night With family and friends and angels in flight.
The sun it reflects off your porcelain skin, Glowing back at me like a thing that would pin Me should I dare to touch and touch I do want but to play by the rules, I'll behave for I shan't Tonight in our bed when you shiver against me When you kiss and you hold and you simply let free All you inhibitions and wants and desires To let me fuel your inner fires.
We do not need lust and we do not need sex We simply need to hold and to love and hope the next Day won't change our views or our hopes or our lives Because I cannot sleep without you beside me each night.
I simply touch you, my hands on your skin, And a flood washes through me much worse than the sin I have committed to this earth taking you away from it all To keep you for my own and not let you fall.
Your lips are soft and sweet under my love Your arms wrapped around me and my head above The soft of your neck as we entwine and engage Your heat and my heat simply turn a page With each movement and motion hidden under the sheet Where I love you and hold you and beside you I sleep And dream of the days when I dreamt of this now And wonder how lucky I must be for you to have found.
You're smile is sharp and definitive on your face, Deft, poised, perfectly placed. The timing just right and the angle just so That there is nothing a matter with the photo.
It sits on it's own atop the mantelpiece, My own face askew and a contrast in the least To the beauty a radiance created in your smile I can help sometimes but to hold it for a while And remember the day when I asked you to dance You smiled, and nodded, and then took my hand As the music played and filled the air with song I lead you 'cross the room all evening long.
Your dress was peach pastel, your eyes shining bright And I danced you away to the end of the night. I remember that eve as we sat under the stars You smiled and let me slip my hand into yours.
I felt my worries slide away with your head on my shoulder I could dream of the days when I would be little older With you arms around my neck and you dress a blue of fair With sleek satin shoes and a fascinator in your hair. I lead you across the function room, you dress spinning so Wild in to air and I then pull you just close Enough to watch the rise and fall of your chest To want you enough to want out of that dress.
I quickly avert my gaze from your smile, It flickers, it falters, it fades for a while But then your lips are on mine as I'm lost in a dream Catch me and toss me and it's more than it seems As I hold you closer and listen to your breathing I wonder if with you I'll ever need dreaming Because then you are atop me, you hair falling down Yours eyes glinting so it's impossible to frown.
Would any man have taken this opportunity from me I would have shot him and hacked him and tied him to a tree. You kiss me again, more hesitant than the last And I pull you close and shatter the glass That separates dream and reality, you here in my arms It crushes my cool and it beats at my calm; I'm quick to pick you up, to lead you back inside, To hold you close, you heart beside mine.
The sheets feel cool to the skin, your skin hot to mine My face in your neck and your perfume is simply divine. Your waist in my arms and our legs are entwined And I wonder if I'll have this again with time.
I'm stupid and I'm reckless and I can't help the words As they fall from my lips when I hear morning birds. You are still sleeping, the sun soon sailing above When I whisper to you, it is you whom I love.
Why is it that as humans, someone, on the other side of the world, some random stranger can make us feel worthless and stupid by a measly sentence. One strand of words pulled tight and thrown at you like water to the face. Why do we take someone's unimportant opinion to heart about something we've worked so hard for, something we went to great lengths to achieve? Why does a stranger's opinion and approval mean so much? Why do we smile and nod when someone compliments us, but the moment someone insults us it's the end of the line, there's no turning back and falling off the cliff just seems so inviting? Why do I have to be human?
A lie is a simple thing, a thoughtless thing, sometimes. A life can be made of lies but when death steals life away, the lies all unravel and a nameless, faceless person is left, having lost all of their protection through their fabricated stories.
My life, I will admit, started out with lies, lies to attempt success in popularity, lies to make myself appear better off than I am. Those lies could possibly have applied to someone richer in wealth than I. I have learned, over the years, that wealth is not truly measured by oneself through monetary status. Those who consider themselves wealthy monetarily, they are not necessarily happy. I have seen the lines of worry etched into their faces, I have seen the despair.
I often asked myself 'why would someone, with so much, be so sad?'
I could not see the loss. I could not recognise that for one to gain so much, one must lose so much. They did not lose wealth, they lost everything emotionally important. They lost friends and family, they ignored the times they were needed and walked away from everything truly important.
My hope is fading fast There is not much left behind this mask When even light comes to pass I hope I can find myself among this mass of men again losing myself to you was never the idea I hope I'm not left alone because the lonliness I fear I cannot break this wall I fear what will happen when I fall I hate the surrounding night I fear, I fall, I might even fright Because I will fall Because I cannot fly Because my dreams are empty Even in this sky line Terror clawing at my bones Wishes skipping water like stones And I am left alone I am left alone
The anger came like a moth to a flame. Attracted by the sheer ferocity in Mira’s tone. “I am not weak!” He growled. “Prove that to me then” She said, dead-pan. “I do not have to prove anything!” He growled again, stepping closer into her personal space, intimidating her as he glared down at Mira. “Then you are weak” she replied staring placidly up into his eyes, unmoved by his towering figure looming over her. ”I. Am. Not. Weak!” he near yelled as he pushed the girl against the stone walls. Mira slid from his grasp and used her inhumane strength to push him to where he pinned her moments earlier. “You are … compared to me” she hissed and disappeared in a flash of black smoke.
He who can say he is weak, he is broken, is he who is truly strong.
Dianna watched as the man she loved crumpled under the weight of the building’s structuring. He was young and foolish … and just wanted to see her one last time. The house had come down … it was old and frail. It was decrepit to say the very least. She didn’t know how or why … she didn’t see that, she just saw, too late, her husband become a trapped being under all the infrastructure and wood. She couldn’t help him … no one could. They were miles from anywhere and just around the corner of no where. She watched in agony as the last breaths escaped his lungs. She floated, her spirit sadly hovering, over his near lifeless body, with every moment she felt that small hope he was still alive dissipate. “Dianna” was his dying word. She watched cautiously as his spirit rose from the crumpled body. “Dianna?” He asked her when he saw her. “Jacob … I-” she was cut off when a very eager spirit hugged her. “Dianna … where am I? What’s going on? Why are you here?” the torrent of questions flooded her and all she could do was look down towards his still, dead body. “Oh” he barely whispered. “Come” she said as they ascended. Through the house’s frame and rooms. Through the sky. Through the clouds. Up … Up … Higher … Higher … Brighter and further from the earth. Into the clouds of Heaven.
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