It’s always the most beautiful things in the world that remind me of you the most. Like a silent snowfall, I am mesmerized by everything you.  A wave of feelings shoots through me and it feels as if my chest is squeezing itself into nothingness. When watching the snow dance in the sky, I picture our movements under white sheets in the early morning ( Read more... )

Moving are the broken waves of past mistakes
Behind her gallops stallions of ocean blue, that never existed
Her bridge never strong enough to carry a heavy heart
To run towards the mountains-no; she dreamed of flying.

After all, a light irradiates from the nothing of the sea
In time the moon will make her dance above the dreary waves
And a tempered ( Read more... )

This pain you feel exists,

And in my heart it cultivates like vines.

Wrapping its spiny fingers around every bone and vein in my body,

It moves in and out of my lungs with my breath

That I breathe inside of you like poison,

Fatal love.

Lover, don’t forget:

The reason you are wrought in agony is

This pain inside me that exists.

I don't want to go to school. I want to merge myself into the sun.

lately I've been wishing I had one desire
something that would make me never want another
something that would make it so that nothing matters
all would be clear then

but I guess i'll have to settle for a few brief moments
and watch it all dissolve into a single second
try to write it down into a perfect sonnet
or one foolish line

'cause that's ( Read more... )

Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen ( Read more... )

"Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with ( Read more... )

Lullaby for the Woman Who Walks into the Sea Poem beginning and ending with halves of a line by Ilhan Berk

Take your nakedness to the sea and lie down at the tide line while the tide is still out ( Read more... )

It's all I have to bring to-day,
This, and my heart beside,
This, and my heart, and all the fields,
And all the meadows wide.
Be sure you count, should I forget, --
Someone the sum could tell, --
This, and my heart, and all the bees
Which in the clover dwell.

When I was a child, this is the place where I would stand and stare below into the rushing waters of the ravine. Before it was remodeled, the bridge's railing was built in such a way that I could climb onto the top plank. I would stand with my arms outstretched and imagine I was ( Read more... )