Where are you?
Aren't you tired of broken promises
and futile expectations?
How long should she wait for you?
There are other doors waiting to be unlocked,
but she kept herself inside,
waiting,
hoping,
longing...
for you to change.
How true are you?
Is this your way
of saying goodbye?
Or it is time for her
to step forward
and welcome
another world
that awaits
outside?
dancing in the linen night
we gradually stop with the sound
a burst of laughter came coloring the room
in whispers they see us
twinkling in the dark
within these shadows i crawl
sneaking my way through
to flourish your heart
to squeeze out little screams
your buzzing chuckle
lingers in my blood
i gasp as i catch the air
from your slow melting lips
intoxicated by you
i dive and drank your soul...
we would cross time and space
we would break barriers
just to be in each others arms.
and i hope the radiance we emit
when our eyes meet
when our warmth touch
would be the fuel enough
to get you through
not just the night
but in the days thereafter...
photo credit: taken by liquid in plastic
inspired by the music of: Hammock "I can almost see you"
I'm opening my planner again
trying to go back to my daily routine
for a moment there
I lost hold of reality
and drifted in dreams with you
a parallel universe where we leave
every crumble of our existence behind
and we let the rain
envelope us in forsaken darkness
where our eyes shine in every hue
the warmth of your tenderness
rapidly fills the vacuum of my spirit
but this is just a bubble of pleasure
that disintegrates with time
as our hearts are held suspended in queue
we still do not know what lies ahead
and the coming darkness is inevitable
but during this journey,
please take my hand, just hold on
and let me help you get through...
when i start to think of you i cant stop
in the middle of chaos and stressful deadlines i stop
staring blankly into space is now a hobby that i should stop
please stop.
stop torturing me with these thoughts
stop making me melt when i hear your words in my head
stop making my smile reach the brink of tearing my heart
the incessant rain is parallel to how much i crave for your warm arms
A:
the howl of the wind is drowned by the beating of entwined hearts
AW:
as we stare into each other's soul, our silence binds it all
A:
amidst the past's adversity, we can not help but fall...
AW:
deep into the unknown your hand softly reached mine
A:
with your touch all stood still, frozen in time.
AW:
tomorrows are of nothingness, as each moment spent with you
A:
inside my heart you shall know that our love holds true.
A:
i would gently die inside
if you would touch me the way that you do
if you would plant soft kisses at the back of my neck,
i would, if you would let me lead you onto pleasure
gentle pleasure that may lead into madness...
AW:
this desire burns deeper as your spirit glides gently in me
i've known your darkest secrets you bear unabashedly
A:
i've seen your hair in disarray,
but still in your arms i wanted to stay.
A:
i may be vulgar, a product of perversion,
but whenever i'm with you i'm swallowed in elation
AW:
you're wild and yet gentle at the same time
please don't let the fire die down and forever be mine.
A:
i guess poetry elicits emotions (making us hot and bothered)
AW:
we've created a world that only us could see
there are no rules, no steps to follow,
just spontaneous ecstacy.
- collaborative poem by A and AnonyWrite | 08.08.2012
drifting...
time passes by so quick
and yet so slow, it stops
at the very moment
the thought of you
glide inside my consciousness
and slides down in my being.
freefall...
around your art-painted skin
your colourful mind
reflected thru the mirror of your pain
marked in forever blisters
that glows in the sun and sweat
in the battlefield of ideas and protest flags.
stranded...
on an invisible limbo
held by your strong grip
and gentle discreet refuge of your thoughts
camouflaged by a crowd of innocent faces
as I float here waiting and them not knowing,
for another sign, a message of solace from you.
sometimes sometimes i need to close you down
shut you off close out the lights on you
sometimes i dont know what to say how to say
with your innocent eyes and smiles
how can you want a love you could live without?
time passes by so quickly and im sleeping my days away
thinking.. waiting..
waiting.. and waiting some more..
waiting for something, for someone, for our sometime
no one knows what the future holds but
there's a big difference from
waiting it all to unfold than going on
to unfold it with your own two hands.
and so it is true.. the passing of time leaves empty lives.
violent rain
thirty second fall
two souls lost
in different worlds
where they could not talk
to anyone else
he wakes up in the cold
forever hiding sun
behind silent skies.
he walks; he pasts
rivers and cannals
empty fields
she sleeps in the heat
of noisy beats
and gray afternoons.
she walks into the smog
a nameless face
among the crowd
how would they meet?
how did they meet?
a loveless ocean across time
waves and wind
blew their souls together
as they fly with their thoughts
a lost ecstacy
a language both can hear
and only they could know
and only they can understand
how to make the oceans soar
how to let light dissolve the darkness
and only they would know
their other half.
~ 8/31/2011, inspired by the rain and 'endless tales' by the polar dream
red
colors gush through my head
my face flush in orange
i feel your hand
as you held mine
i see the ring
you slide to my finger
blue
small giggles carry me
by the wind,
my little boy
is growing
his twinkling eyes
reflects my own
yellow
the brightest of hue
i see you dancing
under the golden sun
our feet
play titter tatter with the leaves
on the ground
we dance and we run
to
the
your sad eyes
are in the middle of
the empty flatlands
countless drops of longing
crawling gently down your cold cheeks
you are blue
under the pale sky
as the sunset cast a shadow
towards the dying sea
do you want
to follow me,
or remain with the footsteps
of our yesterday?
are you not tired
of playing games
with fate?
are you not tired
of chasing butterflies
into the mist?
are you not tired
of walking alone
through empty streets?
should we erase
the canvass of our dreams?
should we turn back
and rewrite our history?
are you not tired
are you not tired?
are you not tired..
just like me?
How do you sleep at night
red
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