She was like water to my fire.
The very thing that kept me at my sanest on my worst days.
And she would love me at my worst and cradle my heart with newborn life and nourish my soul with love.
I was like water to his fire.
The very thing that kept him sane on his worst days.
And I would love him at his worst and cradle his heart with life like a newborn and nourish his soul with love.
I dream of you in colors that don’t exist and you come in like electric lightning.
Only to find that you’ll never be the same person that you once were, and that you’ve found….
somebody
else….
I had invisible concrete walls and wild mazes that hid my secrets behind a mask that never had shown.
But oh just to be near you…..
As your legs intertwine around my waist and your love thrusting inside me overwhelmingly makes me drip with tears in my eyes making my flowers wet.
I moan as you get up to kiss my breasts as you make flowers bloom.
I can’t stop thinking about you fucking me as you say I love you; dearly within every gasp and moan as I gasp to your sword.
They say love is blind; that love means blindness.
My flowers now broken in bloom by the sword….
But you, you see right through me.
The pitch black, dark night of the half moon surrounded her.
Dead men tell no tales.
Screams are heard as the bell tolls for a slowly beating heart as it gets slower and slower to the point that she could breathe no more.
The panic in her heart made it all the worthwhile for him to kill her.
She started running. The screams overwhelmingly unheard.
He started to circle around the trees smiling looking with such delightful shiny eyes.
He had her.
And now he’ll come for you.
Dear Diary,
I am at the age of twenty-nine and the years go by so quickly. Once, a young girl reading books, a girl at the age of her tweens trying to figure out life, and then a young girl deciding too late whether she had wanted to go to college or not and falling in love writing romantic and heartbreaking poetry. This year I will be sadly turning thirty and another New Year’s celebration will have gone by. I am taking human biology this semester as a prerequisite, and soon I will be graduating next year in Spring of 2021. I will be a graduate student at the age of 31 for my birthday is coming up soon. The message I am trying to relay is that as a young woman, we learn to move on and stop making back-up plans for life and just live it. It’s time to move on which is why I never post much about my life. Sadly diary, I am no longer a young woman. Those days are gone and looking back on heartbreak only upsets me so, what I’m going to do is tell you a bit about my life and the key to my success. Some say I had a very dull life and that there was nothing for me to do but read, go outside and walk and play by myself as a child. Looking back, I never really had a tragic life. I had been in love only three times and that was in my college life. This time I truly am in love. I am in love with life.
Now, the key to success.
They say there is a triangle in college with sleeping, studying and a social life. One has to be depleted from the triangle. Well guess what? I try to socialize as little as possible and not worry too much because it’ll make a crease on my face and just go through life which is why I am so successful. They say a magician never reveals his tricks, well a magician also has to be kind and live and let die or else he is a mad man which I really don’t mind being in the future perhaps.
Dear love,
In all the places we have met. If we should ever have never met on the same planet; in this same universe; on the same world….
Do you think we would’ve wished on the same star and shared the same stories of the past?
But those days were gold and now they are gone.
And we can’t stay gold forever.
So stay gold lover.
Stay gold.
His wild hair breaks free over yonder
His successors adore him but his eyes stay lonely Sword in hand he paves his way through his troubled heart and tries instead to be a lover
He is a scientist
He is a writer of sorts
His passion lies in his own world where he alone answers all his questions of what lies in his heart.
But he answers them alone.
The bitter frost not consuming his heart, but shaving his mind.
To think is his greatest adventure.
The stars are at his hands while his fingers grip his vials of chemical infusions silently.
He yearns to become a poetic lover.
Alas, He looks for love through jars of stolen hearts
His madness foreboding
You’ve seen me as you’ve always seen me.
A person who believes in love
and wants to rock
your
gypsy
soul,
your gentle, steadfast heart,
the warmth of your body
the caress of your touch,
and the reason you’d smile.
I will keep on wondering where you are
every
day
and wishing
on a star hoping
that you’re
alright.
O’ how I long for your arms to entwine me,
For your kisses only to fulfill me
and to touch my body to my lips.
Revenge is best…
When served sweet.
Some people do not have happy endings….
and there….
I
reside.
I was the one who wanted to explore every inch of your body.
Smell the breath of your mouth every morning….
To taste your lips…..
you
Were everything I wanted….
The one I fell in love with as a young child…..
Now,
I am
nothing
to you….
You….
are not
the one…..
I miss you when the sun touches the ocean
as the sea kisses the shore.
I’ve loved you before I met you….
We were soulmates before we even happened.
We were intertwined with our love before we were.
We were just children when we met.
We were intertwined into the mystic love….
Before we were babes.
We were born before the wind.
Also younger than the sun.
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the mystic
And now I dare you….
I dare you to shed blood for me….
I dare you to kiss me in all the right and wrong places…..
Make me moan.
I dare you to drive me crazy while looking at the moon while you’re thinking of me.
Make me write into the night with arousing superstition.
In other words….
I dare you to fuck my cunt hard.
Let me write a new chapter in your book and let me turn the pages singing melodies, moaning sweet nothings in your ears as you hold me close.
I want you to fuck me harder and harder.
I dare you to pull my hair and tell me you love me.
I dare you to tell me that you love me.
I dare you to tell me that you love me.
I dare you….
But you still love me…..
You’re in my room again.
The lights are on but the door is creaked open.
You’re on my bed hovering over me as I sleep.
And no matter how much I long for you to be smoking your cigarette at my door, slowly looking at me,
You are not there.
You are a confusing mystery I can’t have to myself.
You’re a pervert but you’re my angel.
I’m a wolf and you’re my moon.
I want you home pervert.
I want you to feel me up like you used to.
I hope you find mostly in life, the solitude of love; a life of never-ending adventures, a mind that talks more than your heart with a mouth that talks about your soul in the most fondest poetry,
I hope you find your soul and a soul that matches your heart and makes you feel always like an April in Paris underneath a cloudy, starlit moon.
I hope you find someone that makes you feel like jacarandas in Georgia with blue skies underneath the red, white and blue skies while you’re on some faraway sand.
I hope you find someone who looks at you underneath Sakura blossoms and treats you carefully like a desert rose.
I hope you find someone who loves you deeper than the depths of the trench and comes back to you like the current that crashes against a windy shore.
I hope someone sends you postcards with the words “I love you,” “Merry Christmas,” and “Happy New Year’s Day” on it for every year that you are gone because sometimes words cannot express the aching pain of the heart that wants to be with you.
I hope there never comes a day when you don’t come home for Christmas where someone with mistletoe doesn’t kiss you because when they do and you experience your first kiss that you explode in heady ecstasy for time is like a clock of the heart.
One second, two seconds, three.
And then I wake up to find that you were home all along….
In my heart.
While you’re out there being my soldier. Serving your country overseas or in some faraway land.
I’ll save myself because sweetheart, I’ve always had a crush on you. And I’ve always loved you, and o’ how my heart yearns to see you again love.
What kind of people live in that house but only a single-celled organism inside the tomb of an empty unknown cell of darkness?
But to roam around freely without life?
A life recklessly abandoned?
Is it by choice that one should be alone in his own mind forevermore?
You fight the war of reality.
If only all were not real.
No space to dream….
Who are we really?
But two destined hearts ready to shatter?
Wholesome but breakable?
I fight the war of a broken heart.
If only all were not real.
I dream of just you and me.
You dream mostly of what it all could mean.
Who are we really?
You and I?
Poking and prying at our bodily flesh which secretes human blood?
Experimenting on what life truly is?
By living it….
A man without a cause has to have one….
No man is an island….
But what are women?
You explore me exploring you.
Your eyes wide with curiosity.
You are perverted.
And yet such a handsome gentleman, but yet….
it is because you cannot get enough of her scent.
But I love you all the same and in my dreams,
I couldn’t love you more.
In flavors of entanglement,
opposites actually are criss-crossed.
Hot is cold and cold is hot.
Pick your poison.
Broken friendships and empty, dry promises kept and left about in your room of secrets.
How I wish to delve into your world.
So much to hide yet so much unhidden….
You are a private man,
And Ihave just discovered that I have revealed you and unveiled you to your fate.
You are my reason to write.
My every reason to go insane, as moonlit nights become you.
From where you reside?
When my love will you ever come out of this dark hole?
Your dark place?
Your monotonous tones of where your uniform and boots lie?
Come, come into the sun invitingly.
She always wanted
to get married but the thing
was it was not you.
There was once a boy who lived in a very strong fortress; who held his walls so high that no one could get in. It happened a long time ago when he met a girl with a paper castle. They were both young and very innocent and he would always protect her from everybody’s bullshit. Sometimes the boy would barely smile, but when she was having fun he would smile from afar and look on yonder treading for the dawn.
Once there was a pirate who tried to steal the girl with the paper castle and everyone he knew, knew that he loved her for the pirate almost got into a fight with a nobleman who just happened to see the girl on top of a very high garden wall wanted her. So the small prince with his wall as a high fortress carried the girl with the paper castle away from every detail of the problem for he knew the nobleman and his lady wanted to harm her.
So, the small prince knew what he had to do. Protect her.
Whenever it was time to part, the little prince would be bewildered at how much she had wanted to stay with him when he was young.
The little prince and the girl with the paper castle soon grew up and when he asked her to tell him the future, with bright eyes, she would always reply; to him because she thought there was an answer to everything.
Soon they met demons along the course of their path that tried to rip them apart. Sadly, they signed their souls away into what was called life and the girl with the paper castle and the boy with the very high fortress almost fell when the king, his father had left.
There comes a time when in every boy’s life, when his memory comes in flashes. He kept to his demons so much that whenever the past caught up to him a demon would evolve. Essentially, and you know what I was thinking, the little prince who was not little anymore had demons inside his fortress where they climbed so high up into the lair that the girl with the paper castle wept for he couldn’t stand to part with his demons for his demons loved him too. Soon the girl with the paper castle would become one of them. But the girl with the paper castle would not give up. She knew the king was in danger and so was the little prince. She knew the past would have killed him and the king so she begged him to marry her but he had not been reading the letters that she had sent to him.
Soon they were both separated.
But fate came and do you think that the universe fights for souls to be together?(1)
Well, the small prince who was now king held her in his arms and made love to the girl with the paper castle every night. Reassuring her that everything will be okay. If love could have saved us we could’ve lived forever, (2) she thought to herself. Soon his demons slipped into an abyss and he knew he would love her for forever. So she got her paper castle and built her garden walls so high so that she would protect him. The universe had fought for them to be together, and he loved her so much that he assured her and she had assured him that they would always be together forever in both their hearts and in their minds; for he fought for the girl with the paper castle. He fought for his freedom to be with her and soon they lived a life that was not less, but they had lived a life of fulfillment. In other words, they somehow both became two demons of hellfire and lived happily ever after; wallowing into the mystic.
The answer was to go back to the past and reconcile it; to fix things. And that is exactly what the little prince did. he reconciled with all his sorrows and married the girl with the paper castle and he never had to worry in his life again.
But sometimes in reality, life doesn’t end that way.
The little prince married another woman and the girl with the paper castle had already moved on. After all, fairytales were not meant to be real or are ever meant to last.
(1) Emery Allen
(2) Atticus