"I watch the moon through the window, And the moon looks down and sees me."
"It didn't start with a kiss, though that came later, didn't it? The sort of thing that's unthinkable now, isn't it?"
"Candy cars and hearts and bones, whispers, long distance telephones, dreams and hopes and all desire, oh, how we conspired..."
"What has happened, I think, is that the weather simply changed. And the furniture cannot be re-arranged. The wind blows out the candle flame, and the song's just not the same."
"Among the rose petals a nettle, among the sweet flowers a thorn, but you've put me on my mettle, darling, I think it's for me you were born."
xx SF
Go on... I DARE YOU!!!
*GIGGLES!!!*
Candy cars and hearts and bones,
whispers, long distance telephones,
dreams and hopes and all desire,
oh, how we conspired
feather weights and tiny stones
softly whispered little moans
tethered us to the fertile earth
oh, the secrets we uncovered
autumns mist and winters sigh
springs renewal and summers high
drawing us like cosmonauts
weaving through the dying stars
memories of love brushing glowing skin
sound of tears amidst the songs of sin
open the door and let the dance begin
until the song is done...
Broken hearts and broken bones
silence on the telephone
never thought I'd be this alone
was I just another lover?
You can’t truly call yourself peaceful unless you are capable of violence. If you’re not capable of violence, you’re not peaceful. You’re harmless.
sorry... i was drunk at the time while being fisted... any idea how difficult it is to write with an entire hand up your...
Nic: RACHEL! that's enough! quite taunting Steph.
Rach: but boss, he likes it when i do - it's kind of like when other people blow kisses! *pouts*
You can’t truly call yourself peaceful unless you are capable of violence. If you’re not capable of violence, you’re not peaceful. You’re harmless.
If I were a xylophone,
my keys would me mahogany,
matching my tones of monogamy,
while pushing the pedals
and giving me gastritis contritely.
I watch the moon through the window,
And the moon looks down and sees me.
I know that somewhere out there
The sun shines, kissing your hair.
It beams down on you
The same light that judges me too.
So why do I feel so cold?
What is it I have not been told?
The sun, the moon and all the stars
Are all we can share, from afar.
You always shone in my heart,
Yet I fear, now, we will be forever apart.
Don't judge too harshly, it is late and I might have rushed it!
A poetry selection!
What has happened, I think,
Is that the weather simply changed
And the furniture cannot be re-arranged
The wind blows out the candle flame
And the song's just not the same
A shame
The summer when you last were here
No summers more
And on the floor
Behind the chair
I noticed there
Dusty yet not worse for wear
Your hipster hat we bought
We thought
A joke
Of straw
We laughed and then forgot
Unworn
Out of season
Now that winter’s come.
I watch the moon through the window, and the moon looks down and sees me
I raise my hand and with it my glass, showing to him my Whisky
His face has always looked so sad, its scarred surface portraying
A loneliness I understand, our joy for life delaying
He used to be part of our earth, being unreasonably separated
He remembers the comfort of being whole, now just fractured and devastated
His leaving was so sudden, and by neither of our choices
So moving on impossible, despite the ‘help’ from voices
He’ll always be alone he knows, he feels this was his fate
When the parting happened so violently, he lost his only mate
Did it happen for a reason? Part of some higher thinking?
Or did I think that just because, I’ve spent the evening drinking?
One day his end will come about, only then will his hurt leave him
Existing for the sake of it, his death can be his healing
