TimeThere is only a few hour until I will see you nextI should sleep but I can notTime is moving at a pace that I do not likeIf I could make time move faster I wouldBut I am not that strongI am only strong enoughWhen I am with youI love you
I MISS YOUwhen I am not with youI am emptyI am alonethe only thing that keeps me goingis the knowledge that I will see againwith the coming daybut on this day i am sadfor it is the weeks end and we will be apartfor so much longerbut i am happy that on this one weekend we willbe togetherLove from Ryan
When We Kiss...When we kiss, time goes awayWhen we kiss, I feel completeWhen we kiss, nothing else matters
hallucinations and dreamsHow do I call you without losing the romance and mystery?What ritual or dance is done to the moon to bring me your kisses?The death of a being of such beauty is a spectacle that seems to me as sad as wonderful... I feel compelled to stop it.Every night, when I retire quietly of your dreams, but not before leaving a black rose on your pillow, along with a note "Goodbye beautiful girl. You already have a place in my heart. "For a moment, a feeling consumes me the idea of staying here by your side until I'm lifeless...But then I think about the consequences of letting me die: my soul would rest, yes; but my body would miss you, and that pain could not bear a lifetime.One sometimes die slow, and miss everything that has not happened yet, living in a fantasy, a fast and bright longing to that person who has not even turned around to see us ...These are seemingly endless minutes, minutes where only exists pain and torture.The pain becomes a pang.The rumors are floating in the mist.
The FeelingLove is the feelingOf being hit in the chest by a tidal wave,A feeling as heavy and crushingAs earth thrown into a grave,And it could paveThe way to happinessOr lead us into Hell.Love is that feelingWhen nothing matters but then it doesIn high definitionAnd in your head is an endless repetitionOf every moment you’ve everSpent together.Love is that feelingWhen someone else is your oxygen;You need them to survive,And every time you touch,Even in your dreams,Is the only time you feel alive.Love is that feelingWhere everything is beautifulBecause your eyes have been stolenBy an angelBut everything is as secureAs it is fragile.Love is that feelingWhen you know it’s all overBut you can’t bring yourself to hateThem because you want them to be happy,Even if their happinessIsn’t you.
Crocodile X reader: You're the only one for me.You were some what bummed that you didn't get the partner you wanted while the game played on. You even stayed behind to see if your secret crush even put in an item to play the game...but alas, he did not play. Whom was your secret crush? Well, that should be quite obvious...it was Crocodile!You didn't know what it was, whether it was his hook, the scar across his face, the cigar or his muscular body...but mmmmm! Damn! He was a nice piece of work! But...you'd never say such thoughts out loud, hell you'd probably walk up to him and say 'I like sand too.." and then walk off hurriedly so that the biggest reaction you would probably get out of the former warlord would be a raised eye brow.But seriously, he could have played and gotten seven minutes alone with any of the pretty ladies on that ship several years ago...but why didn't he? Well.. now was the time to ask him yourself. For there he was; sitting at a café, along with his blade-blade fruit partner. They were reading a newsp
A touch of loveYour cold touchMakes me shiverBut the love it holdsKeeps me alive
November SkyThis is where we come to get lostWhere the horizon meets with suddenThe ease of orange marmalade and honeyBut passion strikes us in its reflectionCascading desire for the unattainableBurning blistering in our hands as weCatch stars like fallen embers which aroseFrom fires burning to challenge the coldIn nights bewitching the tempest of twilightThough silently soothing like cinnamon in fall
cedar lungsOctober heart; you fell out of a tree-house.Unaware and scared of not making itto the lake before it froze over,you rolled down the lane and ended upon my front lawn under the big oleanderwhere my dad serenaded my mom on theirfirst date almost twenty years ago today.Oh was it destiny?No, I don't think so..I don't believe in all thatpsychic garbage, anyway.Oh but I'd like to thinkwe'd had it coming whenwe subconsciously made wishes onfalling stars when we were kids.You wanted a friend, someonewho wouldn't run away whenyou told him the sad stuff;winter trauma, cars slidingdown Alberta highways.I just wanted a letter froma prison inmate; my brother,some recognition that I wasstill in his memory,locked away for somethinghe did his last year of high school;behind the sunflowers and the pines,behind the dried-up lakes and rockystate lines dividingour traditional homes.Oh where do we go whenthere's no one around to listento our angry murmurings,journal entries
Golden Field of SadnessGolden Field of Sadness 1/25/14There she stands in a golden field of wheat,hands spread - her face raised to the shining moon.She embraces the rain the slides down her cheeksand falls lightly on her long hair of bright yellow.It is straight and lustrous as it clings to her skin.Her eyes are wild and crazed.Pain wrecks her body in wave afterwretched wave. This world has broken her.She wishes to drown in this saturated air.She screams into the night as a cloudcovers the glowing face of the moon.Through her sadness, somehow I see a vibrant life.I feel the fullness of her light.I watch her from a distance longing to easeher anguish but unsure as to how.Oh, that dress looks so nice on her.Does she even see me?Could I ever comfort her?Make her forget the past?She drops to her knees and poundsthe soaked ground. And her tearsblend in with the rain and my heart melts.I have to try to end her fearsand shelter her from the bitter years.To end her pain becomes my aim
Is it Too Much to Ask For?PremièreTake me to places unknownBy normal peopleShow me songsThat don’t play on the radioBut play within your heartThen leave me aloneTo drown in the creativityYou gave meDeuxièmeMy head against your chestListening to your heartBeat nervouslySkin to skinWhispering in each other’s earsPromises of tomorrowsThat may take weeks to comeYour sweaty palmPressed in my dry oneTroisièmeYour nuzzle your faceIn my skinny, frail neckAnd trace your fingers acrossMy bulging stomachAnd whisperAgainst my pale skin“You’re beautiful”I nudge youAnd call you an idiotBut smile a smileYou won’t seeQuatrièmePlanning and planningNine to five shiftsAre for boring peopleI am not a boring personI want to explore where everMy troubled heart desiresWith no restrictionsAnd I want youTo be by my sideLaughing along with meCinquièmeCall me a bitchThen thank me for being sweetI’ll playfully punch youAnd call
My FlowerI am onewith specksof dustin the voidmeant to fallupon a fieldleft behindages agoand when we landthey will compose meas a live sculpturethe union of nothingand Allat lastI will searchfor my Flowerwith silver petalstheir numberunknownwhich adornits black stalkand my armswill reachfor a petalof silverto keep it closeto my heartalas, I fadeand my timecollapses into sandbut no traceof fearshivers my soulfor I shall returnever to lay eyesupon the shineof its silverand to takeone more petalfor anothereternity. ~NK
HerI feel everything and nothingAll at the same timeWhen I am around youWhen I am away from youI only feel nothingI long to be with youWhen I am notWhen I am with youI want time to stopSo I can stay with you foreverI love you!