Behind the Face by WalkinginDreamlight, literature
Literature
Behind the Face
much
wept regret
imbued
within my heart
a teller of tales
known
but not known
by faces
never met
except
in times of stories
where lyrical words
can move
disbelieving ears
to approve
such enchantments
dared
though
when the words
start to wander
even wonder
how their use be told
can it be
by some design flaw
perhaps with me
or better yet
with you
that tales
once spoken
where love upon ears
now drift slowly
forgotten
ash upon
fallen memories
truth
can hold
like the mask
behind the face
once it smiled
now it cries
I can not measure our love
in words, but in how tight
we hug when we finally
see each other again. There
is starshine in your smile
and I could swear that you
are Aurora, wreathed in
beauty, but with less sleeping
and more ass-kicking.
You are kind and selfless,
a true paragon of love
and a goddess of all things
good. where most have blood,
you have eternal love.
all the light in the world
is simply not enough
to express the light
your friendship and
love bring to me.
Passion and excitement
exude from everything
that you do and you pour
your heart into; everything you
make, everything you touch.
When we first met, there wasn't
a doubt in
In this empty room
We stand together
In silence
In the darkness
Our shattered hearts
Bleeding together as one
While the blood runs
Through our cold skin
This is what love is like
Two broken people
Sharing their pain
Merging their empty souls
We forget about the world
Because we live in a world of our own
United as one
In an illusion of happiness
My lover has water running through her veins by Dyemelikeasunset, literature
Literature
My lover has water running through her veins
She flows around stone and quenches fires
her voice showers like rain on a spring night
and feels so gentle that people misunderstand
They mistake water for weakness
and she indiscriminately swallows garbage
letting words stagnate and pollute her
She tells me ”Baby, I don’t have that passion you do
your fire is so wonderful and brilliant”
and I want to cry because even water can sear and turn to steam
My oceanbaby, you don’t need the tiny flame in me
the sea is home to the largest creatures in the world
and rivers reduce mountains to sandstone
I want you to roar like crashing waves
and let the world know you have t
I was broken.
My heart was broken in pieces, so long ago that I couldn't even remember when it broke.
It wasn't like having a broken heart from love sickness, when your heart shatters all at once.
No, mine just gradually eroded and crumbled down over the years.
Sure, I tried fixing it. One little piece at the time. But every time I managed to fix a part, it just got broken down again.
And eventually I stopped trying to fix it. It felt like a waste of time anyway.
I carried the broken pieces of heart with me. Sealed in a box, deep inside my inner core.
The box was packed packed well.
Waterproof.
And I made sure to not shake it too hard,
Each night
I lay in bed...
Letting my covers
Try to keep me warm
Though they're never
As warm as your arms.
Letting my dreams
Try to soothe me
Into a deathly calm
Though they're never
As calming as your
Quiet snores.
Letting hundreds of sheep
Try to caress my eyes
To finally close
Though they shall never
Comfort me
In the way your gentle hand
In mine will.
And while the covers may try
They will never fill the place
Where you slept beside me.
My dreams will never
Fill the emptiness left
Without your breathe.
The sheep will never
Lift me away
Like the comfort of knowing
That your near me
And that you
Will be the first thing I see
When I
In my heart
There's a nail
Protruding long
Outside its core,
In my hand
There's a hammer
Leaving me a choice
To pull the nail free
Or leave it to rest
In the center of my soul.
And this nail
However deeply it stabs
Or loosely it traps
The litter of dreams
And hopes I've trapped inside,
Gathering them together
To be displayed like
A dying tribute
To a once loved species,
A once treasured creation,
Decides my fate
And traps my destiny.
And though I know the nail
Needs to be removed
To release my heart
Of its futile struggle
To hold a collection
Of dying memories,
Every time I feel the nail loosen
As I've grown to older,
Less naive,
Less ho