Miles BetweenSun rises again, miles between us remain unchangedMiles Between by *dwkeiko
like rushing rivers and extended state lines, closer than hand.
How many days must pass until I see his face again and grasp
no longer cold, empty from dangling fingers. Left
to clutch, nails boring deep into palms, aching to brush
against his chest as a new sun rises, miles between us remain
distant as memories of smoldering eyes. A sliced
and split photograph cannot compare so I will wait
for the day until I can see his face again and kiss
those sweet parted lips, tempting, burning red.
They danced against my tongue, leaving behind taste of sugar
into the morning and rising sun wher
Beholding Paradise In AnticipationBeholding Paradise In Anticipation by *TheNighttimeWanderer
In this timeless place
Where Hell's hot spell and Heaven's raw tears
Intertwine and illuminate thy rising tide and soul and banishes thy fears,
Do I be granted privileged pleasure and pride to behold
A sunset within Paradise atop the Sierra's summit.
Here where one can extend the arm forth
And reach up to touch the sky
And feel as if you could forever soar high and fly
Can you, do I, turn my gaze towards the blazing celestial north.
Here at the threshold before the Stellar Heaven
Do I hear the angels sing
And feel their soft wings,
Winged in flight
As they embrace and dance around the Sierra in delight.
O even as the angels dance the masqu
No one writes love letters anymoreLetters written with reckless abandon
ink on paper with irrevocable passion
Words and scented paper
in an envelope, in your hands.
a special surprise, meant for your eyes
Stained with tears and so much want
Forever to be treasured and fade with age
Torn up in heated moments, clasped in desperate times
This is no more
What is this?
Love is a notification
A ringtone, something that needs usernames
a password, but not breathed secretly on lips.
Love is a status
on your wall
Will they ''like'' it
retweet, bbm, direct message
This intense romance
Nothing will stop this love
except perhaps a bad internet connection
Can be disco
Winter BluesA blanket fallen from the clouds
Covers the land as snow falls down,
So white, white as a wedding gown,
White, white as the burial shrouds.
The firs wear coats made of snow,
The solemn silence like mist soars
To mountain tops from valley floors,
Silence of graves does follow.
Lonely cart tracks slowly fade,
Now they only lead to nowhere,
Their origin is no longer there,
Soon they are but a white shade
A blanket fallen from the sky
Covers the peaceful land below
With the innocently white snow
Comes the cold that lets us die.