Patterns of long faded carpet
hot candles
carpet burn
Green eyes are quickly lost in paranoia
Left and tattered eyelashes brush the wrinkled skin of
newly touched skin
and warm breath of Christmas
musty room
enclosed and sweaty
isolated in stretched out
caught up
waves of clear tapestry
combining that curvy body into
complete depth of unknown
who are you?
drowning in it,
drowning hopefully in your words.
I lie awake
attracting anything but what I want
if there was any more mistakes
I think I could of cried.
kissed my pillow
I wont be here, but still be beside
and if I could love you anymore I would
but I don't think i could.
I don't think you'd have understood
my reasons behind my words
are lost in your head of fantasy
different from my world of creativity.
We collide.
Carry me away.
Palm to palm raise me from the procrastination.
But all that consumes me
Is that of
Procrastination
I see myself in that Ocean.
If you could hold me
Palm to palm
I think the stars would cross and beat
from each
pulsation of my blood
You are me
Yet nothing at all.
We are nothing.
Palm to palm
but no skin is touching.
fly nacotics fly
like glowing, butterflys
that neglect the small children
in a fury of infinite dance
consider kissing that small doll
turn my life upside down miss world
and soon
we shall fly high
like gasoline lit butterflys
forever
what a shame
we last
only a day.
One day a week
I set aside
To let my life
and heart collide
too many more and butterflies sink
From your heavy eyelid blink
I miss your cotton scented heavy sweat
bed of heavens silhoette
Your rough lined hands of dirt and death
Your low and lumbered cigarette
breath.
Quiet and Loud upon my brain
Which part will stay mundane
I miss you.
Without i'm blue.
Your ugly shoes.
Your fruit shampoo.
I love you.
But I wont admit
Because you and me.
Just wont.
make it.
If I lit us on fire;
we'd look really bright.
and if we set the time;
we'd seem really slow.
But If I tore your heart from your chest;
I could see what you love or not.
but if I injected narcotics into the vains;
we'd be really happy.
The Smiles And The Lies by xxcrimsonkissesxx, literature
Literature
The Smiles And The Lies
One little girl,
The bright age of three
Sat on her own at the top of a tree,
She smiled as she sung
And swung out her feet
Alone in the country;no friends she could meet
But still she smiled on
And her eyes shone too
Because she was going to school soon
Her dreams would come true
One little girl
The sweet age of nine
Sat all alone, in her break time
But still she smiled on
And her eyes shone blue
Some friends would come along soon
And her dreams would come true
One teenage girl
The age of thirteen
Sat in her room
And started to scream
It was hard for her
And lonely as hell
She hated her life
And dreaded the bell
T
The Smiles And The Lies by xxcrimsonkissesxx, literature
Literature
The Smiles And The Lies
One little girl,
The bright age of three
Sat on her own at the top of a tree,
She smiled as she sung
And swung out her feet
Alone in the country;no friends she could meet
But still she smiled on
And her eyes shone too
Because she was going to school soon
Her dreams would come true
One little girl
The sweet age of nine
Sat all alone, in her break time
But still she smiled on
And her eyes shone blue
Some friends would come along soon
And her dreams would come true
One teenage girl
The age of thirteen
Sat in her room
And started to scream
It was hard for her
And lonely as hell
She hated her life
And dreaded the bell
T
If I lit us on fire;
we'd look really bright.
and if we set the time;
we'd seem really slow.
But If I tore your heart from your chest;
I could see what you love or not.
but if I injected narcotics into the vains;
we'd be really happy.
One day a week
I set aside
To let my life
and heart collide
too many more and butterflies sink
From your heavy eyelid blink
I miss your cotton scented heavy sweat
bed of heavens silhoette
Your rough lined hands of dirt and death
Your low and lumbered cigarette
breath.
Quiet and Loud upon my brain
Which part will stay mundane
I miss you.
Without i'm blue.
Your ugly shoes.
Your fruit shampoo.
I love you.
But I wont admit
Because you and me.
Just wont.
make it.
fly nacotics fly
like glowing, butterflys
that neglect the small children
in a fury of infinite dance
consider kissing that small doll
turn my life upside down miss world
and soon
we shall fly high
like gasoline lit butterflys
forever
what a shame
we last
only a day.
Carry me away.
Palm to palm raise me from the procrastination.
But all that consumes me
Is that of
Procrastination
I see myself in that Ocean.
If you could hold me
Palm to palm
I think the stars would cross and beat
from each
pulsation of my blood
You are me
Yet nothing at all.
We are nothing.
Palm to palm
but no skin is touching.
I lie awake
attracting anything but what I want
if there was any more mistakes
I think I could of cried.
kissed my pillow
I wont be here, but still be beside
and if I could love you anymore I would
but I don't think i could.
I don't think you'd have understood
my reasons behind my words
are lost in your head of fantasy
different from my world of creativity.
We collide.
Patterns of long faded carpet
hot candles
carpet burn
Green eyes are quickly lost in paranoia
Left and tattered eyelashes brush the wrinkled skin of
newly touched skin
and warm breath of Christmas
musty room
enclosed and sweaty
isolated in stretched out
caught up
waves of clear tapestry
combining that curvy body into
complete depth of unknown
who are you?
drowning in it,
drowning hopefully in your words.
She's beautiful.
I'm talking about 6am,
Just rolled out of bed,
Zero makeup - Beautiful.
I try to tell her that
As often as I can, but
I'm afraid that it might not
Mean much to her now.
I need…
I remember the first time
She smiled and looked
At me – in that way.
The way that let me
Know she wanted me too.
She wanted me too.
I want…
She had a secret
That she thought would
Sway me away from her.
It didn't in the least bit.
I dont think anything could
I still…
We didn't have much time
Together, but I cherished
Every second we did have.
I miss the way her
Hair smells.
I miss the way her skin
Feels against mine.
I mis