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one second or one hundred years, I just want you to know that I never meant to be so stupid. To lead you down a road of confusion and frustration with skies filled with nothing but a loss of words for every time i see you.
My heart's going around in this blender of my misconceptions and thoughts, and soon enough the only thing that will be left is just a bloody mixture of heart-ache and regrets. I wish i could tell you upfront; lay down my thoughts and feelings on a place mat where they couldn't hide or fly away from sight. My fears are irrational, I know, but they're there for a reason: it's protecting my heart from disappointment. That disappointment that you will turn me down faster than light, crush my feelings for you with just one finger.
So even though I might have failed at revealing everything I wanted to show you, I still tried. But... I think you were just as afraid as I was. That I would turn my back to you and shout a cold-cutting laugh to the sky at you and your attempt. You started to show me something.. but then you gave up quicker than i had tried to show you.
So this is a promise. I promise not to try to win an impossible race, I won't be out of breath when I see you, my heart won't beat a mile a minute whenever i see that heart-breaker smile of yours, and I will never laugh at your light-hearted jokes that always put me at ease.
I'll promise everything mentioned if you promise me this...
Promise me you won't ever look at me with those paralyzing eyes of yours. Promise that you won't try to make such an effort to try to talk to me. Promise that you will try to keep your distance from me. Because every time i see you, my heart feels whole, the second you leave it explodes into a million pieces and flutters down to the deep depths of my being like confetti; shining and brilliant but nothing more than a mess waiting to be swept away.
My heart's going around in this blender of my misconceptions and thoughts, and soon enough the only thing that will be left is just a bloody mixture of heart-ache and regrets. I wish i could tell you upfront; lay down my thoughts and feelings on a place mat where they couldn't hide or fly away from sight. My fears are irrational, I know, but they're there for a reason: it's protecting my heart from disappointment. That disappointment that you will turn me down faster than light, crush my feelings for you with just one finger.
So even though I might have failed at revealing everything I wanted to show you, I still tried. But... I think you were just as afraid as I was. That I would turn my back to you and shout a cold-cutting laugh to the sky at you and your attempt. You started to show me something.. but then you gave up quicker than i had tried to show you.
So this is a promise. I promise not to try to win an impossible race, I won't be out of breath when I see you, my heart won't beat a mile a minute whenever i see that heart-breaker smile of yours, and I will never laugh at your light-hearted jokes that always put me at ease.
I'll promise everything mentioned if you promise me this...
Promise me you won't ever look at me with those paralyzing eyes of yours. Promise that you won't try to make such an effort to try to talk to me. Promise that you will try to keep your distance from me. Because every time i see you, my heart feels whole, the second you leave it explodes into a million pieces and flutters down to the deep depths of my being like confetti; shining and brilliant but nothing more than a mess waiting to be swept away.
Literature
In Secret
Shhh. We're not supposed to be here,
don't you know?
We tricked the wheels
They spun too fast and we tumbled
through Time
Sticky stringy luminescent webs
Lighting up dimming down
Illuminating arbitrary winding paths
(you're not really in here, anyway)
Slow to a halt
And hang
Slack
Black
We're not supposed to be here
but is there anywhere else?
Literature
Home
Dear you
You probably don't know
I wrote about you yesterday
and the day before that.
But my favorite part was when you made me tea and it tasted like home.I drank all of it because that is what normal people do,but when I took your cup to the dishwasher
I saw you left a lil bit of tea in it, just like I normally would and i felt even more at home.
Today when you were siting next to me I was cutting out the word home from my paper and it seems like you have been a round a lot when the word 'home' is used but I guess that's one of the building blocks to start building a home, is someone who's going to be around.
I woke up this morning with a
Literature
Your Mind's Eye
Your Mind's Eye
Picture forever.
What does it look like?
Is it a horizon, stretched across the earth?
Is it a pool of deepest black?
Is it the sky on a clear night, pierced by stars?
Is it empty?
Is it nice?
Picture your last breath.
How does it feel?
Does it come out like a freight train, rushed and then gone?
Does it whisper like a moth, almost missed?
Does it slowly creep its way from your lungs, each inch hard-won?
Is it alone?
Is it welcome?
Picture your imagination.
What does it look like?
Splashes of color, bright and vibrant?
Silent symphonies of brown and gray?
Stifled dreams, never quite realized?
Is it cared for
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Ilove the way you write...It's so metaphorical and beautiful, but then again so realistic... and sometimes even a bit funny, in a melodramatic way (confetti)
I like the first, the second and the last stanza, they are captivating...somehow the third stanza misses this feeling, but that may be personal liking... this stanza somehow blames both sides and this feeling of beeing afraid is portraied a little...ehh...unappealing..??.. sorry, can't really describe..
but other than that I really like this poem, though it is mostly sad you somehow managed to still make it feel sweet
sorry for the
I like the first, the second and the last stanza, they are captivating...somehow the third stanza misses this feeling, but that may be personal liking... this stanza somehow blames both sides and this feeling of beeing afraid is portraied a little...ehh...unappealing..??.. sorry, can't really describe..
but other than that I really like this poem, though it is mostly sad you somehow managed to still make it feel sweet
sorry for the