BetwixtWorlds

Hey Future Love, I didn’t know how to start this letter Dear, or hello, couldn’t decide which sound better. I went for the informal because I’m not trying to impress Try to make it laid back so there’s no need to stress. I know I don’t know your name—but someday I hope We’ll meet on the street and no longer be alone. Sometimes I gaze up at the stars and imagine how it will be— Where will it happen? Will you just turn and look at me? Will we discover the meaning of “love at first sight?” Perhaps it will take one or two nights— Laying out under the stars and discovering the myste

I feel your hands in my hair. I feel your breath on my neck. I feel your body pressed so close to mine. I feel your lips on my throat. I feel your hands move to my back and your lips work their way up to mine. I feel you and I love it. I hear you say you love me. I hear you whisper my name. I hear you tell me I'm the only one for you. I hear your breath in my ear. I hear your soft snores as I fall asleep. I hear you and I love it. I see you as I run into your arms. I see your face break through my world of darkness. I see you fight away my fears. I see you wipe away my tears. I see you're in love with me. I see you and I love

Though we never see each other Though often we communicate in our cell phones Though we read our messages in our emails Though our ends never meet I still remember you Though were like this I wanted to see you cause I miss you so very much I abhor the thought of not being with you My longing for you burns prodigiously That I felt the enigma of passion looming I wanted to see you but it's not the right time Though we had many things to do Many things to catch up Many appointments to attend I am sure that we'll meet Whether how long does it takes us

Beyond the context of wandering thought,   Come the whisperings of finely carved reality,   of which can never be successfully fought,   And pierce the sleeping depths of ones entity. Enchanted features you don't understand,   twisting colors and visions move and dance.   Boundless and growing in the palm of your hand,   thoughts which logic has never spared a glance. You hear the wild songs of the unspoken   mind. Strange words and tongues speaking freely abound.   Sounds that do not suit a simple token,   Rationality would not know the sound.    For the spiraling mind of wondrous sleep, Can find imagination

Right now, I hate myself. I hate everything about me. I hate that I'm not beautiful, I hate that I don't feel special, I hate that I hate myself, I hate everything about me. I feel like I have, This ball of depression, Pushing down on the top of my lungs, And my spine. I don't know what to do, It makes me feel sick. And all I want to do, Is vomit up my emotions. And I have these notions, That life isn't worth living, When you're not living life, But what is worth living life for? I feel as if I have this fog, Covering my brain, And blinding my eyes, And I hate it. I hate feeling like no one cares, I hate feeling like

Your Close Friend Becomes Your Worst Enemy. Lollipops Turn Into Cigarettes. The Innocent Ones Turn Into Sluts. Home Work Goes In The Trash. Mobile Phones Are Being Used In Class. Detention Becomes Suspension. Soda Becomes Vodka. Bikes Become Cars. Undies Turn Into G-Strings. Kisses Turn Into Sex. Remember When Getting High Meant Swinging On Tha Playground? When Protection Meant Wearing A Helmet? When The Worst Things You Could Get From Boys Were Cooties? Dad’s Shoulders Were The Highest Place On Earth And Mom Was Your Hero? Your Worst Enemies Were Your Siblings. Race Issues Were About Who Ran The Fastest. W

Emotional Baggage So full of hate, So full of pain, Resolve for me Comes too late. Distraught again, Never to have normality. Happiness is far Out of reach. I can't seem To grab hold Of the peace. My sanity's marred, Strength leeched, With shattered dreams. Alone and cold, Like the long deceased. I've become lonely, Without a light As my guide. I run away, only To have to fight, No one by my side. I want to heal And be done with you. I want you to leave And stop this pain. So here is my adage: I don't want to feel What you put me through And I believe You should claim The Emotional Baggage. As I lay in the gra

Does your heart-flower bloom? Mine's wilted.

I'll whisper in my dreams for a better day. in hopes they'll love me enough to stop hurting me. But life isn't that way, and tomorrow is no better than today. and when reality is worst then the lies that had broken me, piece by piece I'll see in the reflection of my hands  whats  left  of me: an empty face and an swallowed heart with silly dreams. It's these stubborn hopes that kept me from empty but closer to all that hurts me. Tomorrow is no better then today. Its my hopes that trap me like every other broken promise, at first its so sweet, I cant resist and its all I can  do to believe in tenderness. Life is not  that way, bu