To the dragon breathing fire into my lungs; I love how you singe me so effortlessly without so much as batting an eyelash then leave me with all of my calamity, desperate for your claws. I guess it must be fun to watch me shake and quiver to the beating of your heart.
If only I were a dragon like you, maybe you would linger a few moments more but I forgot how to fly too long ago and my wings were ripped asunder many years ago. No wonder you fly away. Who could love a wretch like me?
Okay, so I started writing this because I haven’t written anything in ages and I’ve been going through a rather horrible dry spell so I kind of tried to force out a bit of….poetry? You know what, I’ll call it poetry because I really have no idea what it is at this point. Anyways, if anyone does happen to wander across this post and read all of this, I’d like you, yes, YOU to help me fix this. That is, if there’s anything worth salvaging from this little botched experiment.
Just as an fyi, I really had no direction for this “poem”. I don’t know what it’s about, I just wrote it as a random bit of flow. Halfway through, I realized I couldn’t keep going but I also realized it wasn’t finished so I just kept rambling….. much like right now.
Anyways, here it is!
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Butterflies look so pretty while they’re getting crushed on the wheel,
Jammed between the cogs of this ticking clock
Telling me that time always flies but
To soar away from the sands means death in and of itself.
Death forgot me but the sandman haunts me,
Trapping me in the stars in his eyes.
A smirk slashed across her face wakens the passion
Burning in the bleeding crevice between you and I.
Love doesn’t live in the forgotten darkness but dreams don’t forget
What’s betwixt our entwined fingers
Bleeding from the thorns that prick so sweetly like
Your words in that gaping hole in my head.
The wrong word leaks from your smirk,
Breaking the spell you set so long ago
With your moonlit tears and bloodied kisses.
Another dream settles over our undying corpses.
I dream of a person incapable of love.
You dream of hurting a person who loves too much.
We were made for each other.
:O can i have him?
This isn’t even a poem even though I counted the syllables and everything. I just thought it’d look cooler if I did it. Not like anyone’s going to read it anyways :P
We’re renegades out here on the edge of
Oblivion and dust with a gilded
Rose entwined in our grip, bloodied by the
Thorns pricking the soft flesh, reminding us
Once more that we’re not lost in a dream.
Beyond the horizon, the morning star
Rises to welcome us to his burning
Light. Let’s go quietly, my dear. Only
Gods and legends may cut the vines tethering
Us to time. If only you were a god
And I a legend. Wouldn’t we be grand?
thank you very much :) i’m really honored that you would say that because you’re such a lovely writer yourself and i haven’t received much feedback from my stuff T_T
so thank you very much :)
I’ve done something stupid again. I went and wrote.
And I can’t put it anywhere else because I’m running out of space under my bed.
So this is officially my new under bed area.
yep.
It’s not like anyone reads this anyways….
My heart yearns for that all-consuming fire. I want a love that will burn me to cinders so I can blow in the wind carefree.
Everyone wants to believe in magic and love; it’s what we strive for. There are no questions that require answers, only open hearts looking for something or someone to tell them it’s time to be foolish because it’s appropriate again.
I love with abandon because I want to find someone as foolish as me.
I care from the bottom of my heart because it’s inconvenient to do otherwise.
I trail my fingers along your jaw because I’m in love.
I look deep into your eyes because I want you to tell me to be foolish.
Russel Brand about Katy Perry
I’m becoming one of those people that just reblogs things and doesnt post any of their own stuff, but i don’t care! this is cute :)
I dont know what to do with this, but I found it and thought it was really pretty….in a weird sort of way, so I figured, what the hell? If you can’t put useless shit up on a blog, where can you put it?
Peer into my soul through these sad eyes and tell me how much you want me to divulge the secrets of this poor broken heart. Tell me again how much you want to mend it with the burning love only you hold for me.
Tell me again why my heart is broken. Why is it shattered in not two pieces, but twelve? One crack for each fight, for each white-hot word that seared me speechless. Yet still, I loved. I longed. I cried. For you.
Now, as I slowly sew my misshapen heart into some semblance of what it once was, you want to pour your molten love back into me. You want to breathe fire back into my lungs with a slow kiss that only you can give me.
When we met, I was ice. Your burning love gave life to my still soul. You’ve melted the skin from my bones. All that’s left for you to burn are these old bones.
Bones don’t burn.
