I am gripped by bounteous joy and transcendent fear.
There are moments when I am stunned by happy I am.
When insecurities that plagued my nightmares and daydreams
disperse at the mere sound of her empathic praises.
My ever-crumbling stamina races back up
when her petite fingers nuzzle their way into mine.
Seeing her as natural as the silent rain in spring
reminds me of the true beauty in this world.
A pressing kiss, zero to a million breaths,
the sensation going beyond skin & touch;
it all seems great, but it is all dwarfed
by the amazing connection and honesty
we share via our long speeches and quiet gazes.
But phantoms of doub
You are beauty as you rest
You are comfort as you breathe
You are soft to the touch
You are hard to let go
You are the life I see in you, while at bay
I just want to plant my lips on yours, is that okay?
You worry, but rest
I worry and lie next
But the us makes me happy
and not to sound too sappy
But we are finally one
and you're all that I need, hun.
That girl.
She drives me wild.
I'm awake and aching.
I'm never comfortable until I'm thinking about her.
I'm always wanting to be better for her.
I'm always wanting the better for her.
I wake up and think of her.
Nothing is more captivating than her embrace.
I wish to just see her face.
Pictures do her no justice;
seeing her real smile is priceless.
I learn more and I continue discovering new things.
My supposed perfect match was faulty. This one has me entranced without so much as a raised finger. She pervades my thoughts.
No one else contains her capacity to care and love.
No other eyes paint whimsical romanticism into my very
My essence aches. It hurts.
The way things should be;
I want more,
yet I know it is not meant to be so.
The smallest detail tarnished everything.
Stop is the worst word in the vocabulary of man.
Lifetimes are spent pursuing
achievement, love, grandure, and
goals beyond the horizon of the galaxy.
A never ending quest to gain more out of
this world we attribute to home.
One life's final accomplishments
become a new life's stepping stones.
For one to stop,
and nonetheless to be instructed to do so,
is such a tragedy to witness.
There are those who are untimely forward.
There are those who cower backward.
When one is on the
Only in storms is it when I see
The purple skies way past midnight.
Only in the snow can I see people clear
in the nighttide as I would in the day.
But as this storm rears, I see you disappear.
Like the great tsunami's of this planet,
you have sunk into obscurity,
blending with the rest,
no longer at the lip of my affection.
Make no mistake. I was truly captivated.
To know now there is a
great sea to separate us,
it is such a reason to
sulk in the rain.
Drenched, I cling to nothing as I think of everything.
This very moment I discovered your moving.
I had lost all hope for seeing that glorious
persona ever encountering mine a
I started my first book;
angel's hug, devil's hook.
Drove the mares to the night
spoke to the siren, a plight.
In the late of noon
left me too soon.
Not for being held back
but for other lips to smack.
A friend, a lookout
Slender, not full
Ma, mo, mou, mo
A front quite dull.
No future, no heart;
taken from the start.
No bruises, no holds,
Elderly scrolls, later unrolls.
Hidden in the tops
guards always on the lock.
That eleven to night
Rapture, lust, then fright.
Deception, correction;
always not wrong.
Never a chance,
dragged along.
But, oh, such wings
can such sincerity be true?
Can an embrace in armor
make one no
I've made the jumps
over the chasms
that created the fears
of the young and old.
Braved the sub-zero,
traversed the blazing inferno
made treks through monsoons,
surpassed the gale force winds.
Have my miles
made a dent
in the travels I must take
in this life
and the next?
Is what I have lost
not enough to earn
what is to be found?
Are the words,
wherever they lie,
meaningful?
When that which had brought
power, confidence and success
now amounts to
disgrace, isolation and heartbreak,
what is there to do?
When is the faith,
the images portrayed in the
literature deemed holy,
going to embody the
idols designed to gu
Wooden barn, full of tools.
Wooden house, full of rules.
Wooden toy, full of joy.
Wood rifle, ready to deploy.
Do you feel as if we are in the same
As if I remind you of home?
Your image scares me!
So direct, so stern
Yet there's compassion
And heart, under the rules.
A swing at my illiam
A yell at my uth.
A spoil to my randa
A delusion of my lex
And yet there is nothing more
to ask.
"Couldn't take the headaches"
you say.
My image of a handshake where
I come to grip with
something that was
when you were
here.
"How am I?"
How am I
I don't know.
I feel as though I should cry.
I should smash a table.
I should y
I am gripped by bounteous joy and transcendent fear.
There are moments when I am stunned by happy I am.
When insecurities that plagued my nightmares and daydreams
disperse at the mere sound of her empathic praises.
My ever-crumbling stamina races back up
when her petite fingers nuzzle their way into mine.
Seeing her as natural as the silent rain in spring
reminds me of the true beauty in this world.
A pressing kiss, zero to a million breaths,
the sensation going beyond skin & touch;
it all seems great, but it is all dwarfed
by the amazing connection and honesty
we share via our long speeches and quiet gazes.
But phantoms of doub
You are beauty as you rest
You are comfort as you breathe
You are soft to the touch
You are hard to let go
You are the life I see in you, while at bay
I just want to plant my lips on yours, is that okay?
You worry, but rest
I worry and lie next
But the us makes me happy
and not to sound too sappy
But we are finally one
and you're all that I need, hun.
That girl.
She drives me wild.
I'm awake and aching.
I'm never comfortable until I'm thinking about her.
I'm always wanting to be better for her.
I'm always wanting the better for her.
I wake up and think of her.
Nothing is more captivating than her embrace.
I wish to just see her face.
Pictures do her no justice;
seeing her real smile is priceless.
I learn more and I continue discovering new things.
My supposed perfect match was faulty. This one has me entranced without so much as a raised finger. She pervades my thoughts.
No one else contains her capacity to care and love.
No other eyes paint whimsical romanticism into my very
My essence aches. It hurts.
The way things should be;
I want more,
yet I know it is not meant to be so.
The smallest detail tarnished everything.
Stop is the worst word in the vocabulary of man.
Lifetimes are spent pursuing
achievement, love, grandure, and
goals beyond the horizon of the galaxy.
A never ending quest to gain more out of
this world we attribute to home.
One life's final accomplishments
become a new life's stepping stones.
For one to stop,
and nonetheless to be instructed to do so,
is such a tragedy to witness.
There are those who are untimely forward.
There are those who cower backward.
When one is on the
Only in storms is it when I see
The purple skies way past midnight.
Only in the snow can I see people clear
in the nighttide as I would in the day.
But as this storm rears, I see you disappear.
Like the great tsunami's of this planet,
you have sunk into obscurity,
blending with the rest,
no longer at the lip of my affection.
Make no mistake. I was truly captivated.
To know now there is a
great sea to separate us,
it is such a reason to
sulk in the rain.
Drenched, I cling to nothing as I think of everything.
This very moment I discovered your moving.
I had lost all hope for seeing that glorious
persona ever encountering mine a
I started my first book;
angel's hug, devil's hook.
Drove the mares to the night
spoke to the siren, a plight.
In the late of noon
left me too soon.
Not for being held back
but for other lips to smack.
A friend, a lookout
Slender, not full
Ma, mo, mou, mo
A front quite dull.
No future, no heart;
taken from the start.
No bruises, no holds,
Elderly scrolls, later unrolls.
Hidden in the tops
guards always on the lock.
That eleven to night
Rapture, lust, then fright.
Deception, correction;
always not wrong.
Never a chance,
dragged along.
But, oh, such wings
can such sincerity be true?
Can an embrace in armor
make one no
I've made the jumps
over the chasms
that created the fears
of the young and old.
Braved the sub-zero,
traversed the blazing inferno
made treks through monsoons,
surpassed the gale force winds.
Have my miles
made a dent
in the travels I must take
in this life
and the next?
Is what I have lost
not enough to earn
what is to be found?
Are the words,
wherever they lie,
meaningful?
When that which had brought
power, confidence and success
now amounts to
disgrace, isolation and heartbreak,
what is there to do?
When is the faith,
the images portrayed in the
literature deemed holy,
going to embody the
idols designed to gu
Wooden barn, full of tools.
Wooden house, full of rules.
Wooden toy, full of joy.
Wood rifle, ready to deploy.
Do you feel as if we are in the same
As if I remind you of home?
Your image scares me!
So direct, so stern
Yet there's compassion
And heart, under the rules.
A swing at my illiam
A yell at my uth.
A spoil to my randa
A delusion of my lex
And yet there is nothing more
to ask.
"Couldn't take the headaches"
you say.
My image of a handshake where
I come to grip with
something that was
when you were
here.
"How am I?"
How am I
I don't know.
I feel as though I should cry.
I should smash a table.
I should y
Something I wouldn't consider a work, but moreso an quote by me?
"If I can send one message to the world, it would be this; if you believe that something is meant to be, then never give up. The foolish goals that lead us nowhere may fallout. The friends we once shared great adventures with may pass and drift away. Some might experience the greatest of pains and feel as though the world has tossed them into a perilous canyon with no way out. - Do not give up simply because you are down. - Time changes all; those patient enough to wait will be relieved. Those strong enough to withstand the monsters of everyday and the demons in nightmares can
School is in full swing and really beating me down. 3 english classes and 2 art classes. I'm so donesies. Anywho, creating a lot of art I'll get to making pictures and uploading. Also, check out the new episode of Dudes @ 4AM!!!
http://youtu.be/1YobA1VKqgk
Thanks DA!
New Podcast is out, and in case you haven't seen them yet, one or two new poems as well. Thanks for any and all support. <3 deviant art.
http://youtu.be/gnVm2KtClPM