I will argue with you.
We will shout, scream, take
water, breathe, shake, wail, snot, cry
and go again a second time.
And we will be so alive
because we will have tried.
Touch your HandI dream of
walking on the sea with you
holding tightly to your hand
and I know this is impossible
but I know you understand
that when I picture us it's often
in the strangest places
and there's more truth to these idle dreams
than there is in my senses.
So when I say:
to bend the light
to frame your perfect face
or that you transcend anything
I imagine, any place,
I'm just trying to describe
how you make me feel -
how when you smile at me
I sometimes think it can't be real,
Because these feelings change
my whole life so completely
it's like seeing how to be blind
or being blind trying to see
When it's just us in the lift
and in the world there's no one else
or how when you look straight at me
I no longer feel myself
And there's no way when others touch your hand
they know what I have felt.
And when I dream these things
you begin it and you end it
If there's a blaze on the horizon
you're a shining sea that mends it
And this is how I carry on
thinking of your face
On My ShoulderIf they need me
they'll find me
in love with you
finding your hair on
my shoulder at work or
hearing your voice
in the corridor
If you need me
you'll find me
you know I'm just waiting
for you to be home
in love with me
reading my poems
and listening to my bad jokes
What more could we ask for
EdgeWhen you open your door
it’s like we’re already on your balcony,
My body stammers like we’re
Hanging off the edge,
Like crumbling concrete is
all that holds us up.
But you’re just silent like sunlight
and sipping on skyline,
Calm as cars rolling round the summer of the city,
And your hair is glowing with the sweetness
of half past three
and I’m only shaken with the feeling
of how much you love me
and only feeling hopeless
trying to brave telling you
- just as often as I feel it -
just how much that I love you
but I just know that you can tell
in the moments that we meet or
on the quiet of the balcony or
when I mumble in my sleep
and I know that I still panic
with a fear like falling fast
but when you kiss me day or night
the fear falls to the past.
WalksWe walk down the river
in the cold in the dark
with a quiet
spark in our step and a
wandering in our eyes,
Skies overcast we're throwing looks
at each other,
And I'm beside myself with feelings when you
sniff the air or breathe deep in the lift,
I'm home away from home
the moment we kiss,
And the second that you're gone
is the minute that you're missed.
FathomIf I could fathom your thoughts,
Sway the mood,
Ride a crest the best half-step
closer I've taken in awhile,
Roll the ripples into waves
of misbehaving tonight, then
seagull witnesses would whistle
under wonderful moonlight.
MeanderYou shoot a look back at me, and
my thoughts meander round
The way your moulded shoulders
slow roll, all low
slung, swung confident
as you can manage,
Your hiding hands trembling like
you feel you've lost your way,
And the quiet in your eyes
of the things you dare not say.
Strangers on TrainsThe train is a cradle,
The engine a lullaby,
The people inside unlikely dreams
in beams of sun
that come and go, and
the squeal of brakes, released
Poem for youYou have a voice
like slipping out of the driveway
late at night,
And hands tiny like twisting the key in the lock
smooth and slow
There's a a surf-roll wave of change in the room
When you pull a smile, it is like
watching the tide slide out
and the sun fall down,
I can hear only our breathing
and I'm shaken but bold
I see nothing but us as we're getting old.
Nike of SamothraceLike in old Greek stories
I can see Victory hanging
one winged over us,
Battered and broken and
along the way
she lost her head
But she's there all the same,
Standing still with robes in full motion
and flowing like the moonlight moves over
cars slipping out of town,
Gliding legs, marble smooth
and not making a sound,
And cold and cracked the Angel
withstands unsteady ground.
Your parents are artistsI've been looking for the best artist in the world, someone to help me express what you make me feel...
But my life goes like always, you know, covered of darkness and without going through something to break the monotony.
The sky color reminds me of her eyes, her deep sad eyes, her long and sensuous fingers, her warm tongue of exquisite flavor, her tenderness masquerading as loneliness and melancholy...
It becomes a great joy when falling on your psychotic world, when sink into your hugs and kisses, it becomes an immense joy.
In this way, loneliness, despair and hate lead you to madness.
A man devastated by the tragedy, that feels empty inside, disbelieved and immune to pain.
The hate blurs the feelings, annihilates the reasoning...
I sigh deeply, because I also I become a victim of your beautiful curse.
And in the sweet mornings of the world, your gaze is lost on the path that leads to my death.
That is why I walk with my head down, because that beauty is compared with you, and becau
The ConstantEveryone pretend to be kind to others, they speak of peace and love, they wish you the best, when in fact, in the depths of their hearts, they remain insidious.
There are always variables, things that may you like it or not, but I'm here today to tell you about the only constant I know: you.
What I am sure in this life, is that I did not come to this place just to see you, as our meeting was a happy coincidence, but to achieve a dream that will put us away from life itself, to achieve a life after death at your side.
What I am sure in this life, is that the blindness in your eyes can't last forever, you will have to open them one day and realize that in your whole life, I've been at your side.
What I am sure in this life, is that you should not worry, because once we dream together, not even your demons will find us.
What I am sure in this life, is that I can continue with my empty heart, or a life full of your love.
What I am sure in this life, is that being by your side the sky has a
She is one of those girlsI always thought she felt good about herself to be at my side, no matter the place or situation, but I have found she won't.
Now I must aspire with rancor and close my ears to the world: I must talk to myself:
Put myself on your shoes.
How difficult it must be for her to accept that loves me.
And I cannot throw myself to the tragedy, she is not the only thing in my life.
There is a belief, the only faith I profess is the confidence of eternal love, the wisdom of a bewildering passion, and I only accept as truth what I can rationally understand: you.
The nights are cold, the nights are sad. They are the tears shed when you remember that she it is not a fantasy.
And it is in those moments when you think you could do anything for her ... commit a crime. I've heard that people abandoned to death, a day before they receive a last meal. The best of their life.
And it is in these crazy things when I think I would ask one last kiss, a moment with you. The best of my life.
She is one of those g
LOVEOne word that contains an entire universe. A single word that contains many meanings for us. The combination of your name and mine, the perfect union between two equal parts ... converted into one.
I was thinking about how many people are to be loved. But in reality is that there is just one…a first lover forever.
I've always wondered if the destiny is a matter of chance or if due to forces unknown ... Yes, the fantasy is as real as us.
Bits and pieces of dreams. Ideas, desires, fears, memories ... a living history ...
The way we'd found each other from the beginning, the way we always find the path for our particular universe.
It's the truth, or as close to the truth than I can say, certain things are beyond any understanding. Two creatures working as one unified body.
We were meant to be. Like two flames unite and blend into one.
Something so big that never get fully describe, at least not in my lifetime, nor in eternity.
Someone who shares my dreams, more importantly, my feeli
SMIH ONE PIECE ACE
You and four other ladies now held the chopstick in your hands, one of you held the red chopstick. You had hoped that it was you, because it would mean a hell of a lot to you to actually win for a change. Your top choice to pick out of the remaining guys was Ace. He was such a hottie! You scrunched your eyes closed and slowly removed the stick from your hands, you slowly opened one eye and saw that it was indeed red! You had finally gotten a win!
"Congrats," Sanji applauded as he handed you the anorexic purse. You quickly reached your hand inside and felt around until your hands touched something hard and wooden. You pulled it out and saw that your item was a match! Although slightly confused, you had a good idea who had this item. Though, you still wanted to make sure...
"Who put a match in the purse?" You called out, hoping that your hunch was right. Whitebeard noticed your item and nudged his sleeping son awake. "Hey, boy. Wake up, a girl picked your item." The groggy bo
Bill cipher x reader dancing with a demonBill cipher x reader : Dancing with a demon
Ok, soooo yeah... Um this is only my second bill x reader so if there's a problem or anything please let me know, ok? Thanks, hope the stories alright!
1: (h/c) =hair color
2G/B)=gender (this one is female, sorry)
You sighed, watching Mabel, Pacifica ,Grenada, and candy sort through the many dresses in the store. A town dance was coming up, and because a certain female (*cough cough* a old mean friend of Pacifica's) just had to say something about you not having a date, or wearing anything pretty, your girl-friends got riled up and decided to prove her wrong. "(Y/n)!! Try these!" Mabel tossed a couple of dresses at you, while Pacifica promptly shoved you in the dressing room. Sighing, you began your decent into the pile of dresses. Each one was either too tight for your taste or too showy. You'd finally gone through all of the
Jeff The Killer x Bullied! Chubby! Reader!(All in Jeffery's POV
Jeff: DONT CALL ME THAT!!)
Well they encourage your complete cooperation
Send you roses when they think you need to smile
I can't control myself because I don't know how
And they love me for it honestly I'll be here for a while
I was sitting in the tree close to (Y/N) window. I was only cheeking on her to see if anyone else was bulling her lately, and by what i can see she's crying. I silently make my way into her room, without her noticing of course. I hear her mumbling something but i cant quite hear her ill have to get closer. I slid along the walls making my way to the bed where she is sitting, when i believe i am close enough i drop to the floor and slip myself under her bed. i listen carefully to what she is saying.
"Maybe a should go die?.... No, i wouldn't be able to do something like that."
I sigh in relief. Shes silent for a bit. Until i start to her little sniffles. That soon break down into complete sobs.