In The Time That's Past
I remember our adventures, But you, I’d have to ask… We talk as though we’re strangers. You hide behind your flask. Will we ever meet When this is all said and done? I beg of you, “do not retreat” - The words of a loved one. I hang onto your every word; They resonate in my dreams. Everything I once preferred Now torn in two extremes. The one, to give...
Tensions are building You can cut it with a knife Down comes the ceiling We’re exposed to the light We’re weak and unsure Covered by facade But with time to mature We’ll realize we’re flawed
Benjamin, Benjamin, Benjamin It’s not as though you don’t know, I’m in love And it’s the best feeling ever. Benjamin, Benjamin, Benjamin It’s nothing I wouldn’t show. You see, From here it only gets better. Benjamin, Benjamin, Benjamin Why won’t you accept my love? I still try To pretend it doesn’t hurt me. Benjamin, Benjamin, Benjamin...
When you’re in love it’s hard to focus; When you’re in love it’s work just to breathe. The impossible lies beneath us And the doubts are hard to believe. When you’re in love you go crazy; When you’re in love you’re not yourself. The realities become hazy And you’re living for something else. When you’re in love you speak truths; When...
The Modern Woman
I am woman. Hear me roar… as I suck and tuck my way into these jeans. Watch me as I prowl my dangerous prowl in high heels that leave my feet distorted and sore. Be amazed as I leap from exercise machine to exercise machine and replenish myself with a salad. Admire my stamina as I rush from errand to errand with enough time to spare to fix my hair, adjust my top, and spritz myself with scents...
I may never feel those hands. I may never kiss those lips. But if I did, I am certain, I would be happy. Make me happy. Make me delighted. I may never know the name. I may never see the face. But if I did, I am certain, I would not forget. Make me remember. Make me reminded. My care is endless. My love is boundless. But I, myself, am bounded. To know these things about you, To have...
No Hay Salida
Me levanto y me besas en el hombro. Miro en tu cara, yo llena de asombro. Peleando en la noche, durmiendo ceñudos. Estoy intentando, yo te lo juro. La vida simple es lo que yo prefiero, Pero que difícil es decirte yo te quiero. Como el frio de medio febrero, Tu vacío me congela como hielo. Pero tu sonrisa a mi me funde. Y me libera que me empuje. Tus ojos me mezclan y me confunden....
Do I scare you?
I am falling for you, That much is true. But don’t shy away Or do what you do When people get too close. Do I pose a threat? Or you rather not be near me? Not like this, not yet. I admit, it’s hard not to fall With all the things that you do, The words you say, But most of all it’s just you. And the person you are, Just so hard to resist. It’s not easy to wake...
Love & Like
I’ll tell you the difference between love and like: It’s the difference between “what’s left?” and what’s right. It’s saying it wrong and paying the price. Love is what makes you cave in. It’s putting what’s yours and what’s mine in flight. It’s the give and the take and then going on strike. It’s tenderness portrayed...
SpilledInkByRJay: Sleep →
spilledinkbyrjay: spilledinkbyrjay: Laying down My brain is ready to hibernate All of the chemicals in my brain and the signals slow down allowing me to be in a state of relaxation Soon I’ll slip away into that happy state of immobility where I peacefully vanish from the world we live in Internally the body is off work chilling… heading there soon
I’ve written words to you and the next Though I try to live it down, I’m reminded of my ex And sticking this thing out is feeling like a test I’m trying my best, Ben. A little conceited seems more like a guise But to continue to play will be my demise Here I’m telling too much just not to tell lies I’m loving your eyes You’re not mine. I’m not...
Escribiendo las palabras de ayer. Esperando los deseos de hoy. Disfrutando la vida de mañana. Asi vivo, asi soy. Viviendo mis sueños por aqui. Dejando la realidad por aca. Amando cada día por ahi. Asi yo estoy contenta.
Yet to Dream
For the few moments in your arms, I felt things I never felt before. Something about you is different; something about you is raw. And when I look into your eyes, I see things I have never seen; I hear music I have never heard; I see dreams I have yet to dream.
How fast is too fast? Is it the rate at which my heart will race when I am in your arms? Or is it the speed of which the need to see you returns to me once more? I ponder these things. And I become anxious. I am anxious to see you tomorrow. I am anxious to hold your hand. I’m anxious to kiss in public. I’m anxious to be in your plans. I’m anxious to be your girl. ...
I cried for you this morning; I won’t do that again. I cried for you the day before In an attempt to be your friend. But we’re not friends, we’re lovers, And without the love we are nothing. Despite everything we’ve been through You stopped feeling that special something. So pack your bags and get the hell out; There’s no room in my life for wasted space. ...
Y si un dia tu decides regresar a mi, No lo dudes porque siempre estare aqui,...– (via divineoccurrence)
Solo busco amarte; Deja que lo haga. No olvides. Hay que acordarse De la persona que te ama.
When our eyes meet I transcend all things Lock me in there with you Don’t ever let me go.
I wonder if you can hear me While I speak so soft, Barely above a whisper, Lighter than a cough. I whisper in your ear A prayer to have you near. But you snore in your sleep, And I know its sincere That this doesn’t bother you, Not in the slightest. I can’t help but want you But I know I’ve got to fight it.
In English people fall in love, but in Spanish a person rises to love.– (via emilyshannondiener)
A Letter For You
I’ve written so many letters over the years And nearly none of them were addressed to you Perhaps this is what you hold against me still But even now so few have made it through I can do very little to mend my worst fears Especially now that they are coming true One step at a time I put on the shoes I must fill In a few weeks time this won’t feel so new My back has been...
Meet me by the stump of the old great oak tree That was once full of might but is now chopped down. Rendezvous with me to Point Lookout; There’s nothing but waves, trash and sand there now. And when you see me, don’t be disheartened Just because I’m a little lethargic. We could both use a chance to grow. You were never in love when this started, So please excuse if...
Cuando cierro los ojos Yo te huelo Cuento el tiempo Hasta nos vemos de nuevo No he olvida’o el pasado Solo brilla este futuro Regalame la mano Pa’que sigo con orgullo Al futuro nuestro.
Andato, il tempo è volato
appoesie: Andato andato, il tempo è volato via da noi, ci ha lasciato soli e poi non ci ha dato nemmeno il tempo per rivederci ancora, per rifare ancora ciò che facevamo noi, solo noi. (Alberto Parisi)
A poem recorded. Here’s the text: The...
Por medio de ti encuentro la felicidad Tus besos del alba me dan el soplo de la vida En la noche te lo devolveré Antes de volver a un mundo donde no estés No me gusta el dormir Ni el dolor que me causa Por las horas en la oscuridad, de ti me roban En mis descansos no sueño contigo Pero hoy amanecí con ritmo en este corazón, en cada latido Busco tenerte la mano en la mía Mirarte la cara,...
No hay que ser perfecto Sino seguir con el intento No hay que ser prohibido Sin ninguna ley protegido Todo está de frente Llevando todo de tras Hablamos una lengua verdadera He eliminado la vergüenza Del blanco hasta el color de los ojos Si ahí vive el alma Con la mirada que llevaron Se hablan sin falta Y hablan de nada de nada de nada Silencio Hasta yo llego al punto La línea que...
dwddpoetry: I’m beating myself up, over something that I can no longer control, signs I didn’t see, things I didn’t know, I realize now, it could’ve been all mine, instead I’m just lying in my bed, alone & close to crying.
Let me wait by the phone to see what you do next. Will you call me tonight? I don’t care and it hasn’t bothered me yet. Let me cry to diffuse the frustration I’ve built. Can you hear it in my voice? The tears aren’t real, just a tactic for your guilt. I’ll cry and I’ll cry in vain. I’ll cry in groups and I’ll cry on the train. I’ll cry on my...
Poet's Girlfriend & Poet's Boyfriend
leaveyouapen: leaveyouapen: You could look into his eyes, write with his pen, even read through his journal, but when you’re a poet’s girlfriend just know his poems aren’t about you. nostalgicpoet: You could count her heart beat, think with her ink, even waltz inside of her mind, but when you’re a poet’s boyfriend just know her muse derives from you.
Not For Sale
I’ve got so much on my mind. All of it is priced to move. I want all of it gone. All of it is you. I’ve got old photos and trinkets, Things I really do not need. But I’ve kept them so close They got the best of me. My thoughts were soon filled with clutter, With far too little room, With no space to breathe I had to do something soon. So I packed up your things,...
I see what you mean
Yes, I saw the photos. Yes, I saw the love. Yes, I saw the chance and made choices to be proud of. Yes, I live without regrets, though I turn a shade of green. I look into your eyes and I see what you mean.
The alleged poem
It’s time to breathe But I’m just so thirsty If I take a sip, I will drown It’s time to dance But I’m just so hungry I’d take one bite and hit ground It’s not right to leave But can’t stop moving Know I could never turn around It’s present, it’s past Its future won’t last Tell me now or I breakdown