Thoughts On Beauty #4

Thoughts on Love #6

There is something insincere about ‘I love you’.

I mean so much more when I say those words, that I feel will never be understood. This isn't lust, this isn’t friendship- this is something in between. This love is me giving my heart, my soul, my everything to you and trusting that you will do the same.

Never in my life before

Have i felt this unfulfilling ache

Which rises with the rosy sun

But never seems to set

At twilight

Thoughts on Love #19

I want to give you my smile when you are sad.

I want to give you my spirit when yours is lost.

I want to lend you my heart when yours is broken.

Because you made me whole again- you made me complete, and i want to return the favor. You will find happiness, even if it kills me to make it happen.

I find that i am tired

Of being tired

And that i am wishing

My wishes would come true

I am constantly praying

That my prayers will be heard

And that i am always writing

About the pain of words

The sink

Drip, drips

And i

Listen.

Each melodic

Drop

Brings me

Elswhere

To a place

Where the sink

Isnt broken

And the

Drip, drips

Have ceased.

The bloodiest hands

Are those of time.

As it passes

And the seasons change,

All things age

And die.

Its 6:00 in the morning

I'd rather be in bed

Sleeping, waiting

Hibernating

For another day

Instead

Thoughts on Love #14

What we have isn't sweet, kind, or pure. It is a red war. I look at myself and I don't see the adoring eyes of a woman in love, instead I see the hardened stare of a soldier. This love is a battle; we will fight, claw, and tear ourselves apart in order to win. But what do we gain? One step forward, two steps back until we are miles apart. Now, I miss the fight- I miss the look in your eyes that would reassure me that you believed in the cause. I miss the expression that confirmed that you believed in me.

In the shakey moments

Between wake and sleep

I let loose the tears

That I didn’t let you see

They fall upon my pillow

And transform into rust

Reminding me that we

Are nothing more

Than dust

Colorblind Problems... just me?

So I'm colorblind, and when I was starting at a new school everybody was super freaked when they found out. People always point at things and ask what color it is... is this just me? Like this,

People: Ooh! You’re colorblind? What color is the sky?

Me: Blue.

People: What color is this paper?

Me: White.

People: You aren’t colorblind, why would you lie?

Me: I’m not lying, I am colorblind. I’m just not colorstupid.

But then there are sometimes...

People: Ok, what color is this peanut butter?

Me: ...

Me: Green..?