and i'll be your canvas.you're aand i'll be your canvas.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
volcanic eruption waiting to happen,
with soft, marble skin and
warm whispers that send shivers down my spine.
you're a blazing fireplace after a lonely winter
walk. a blanket around my heart and
a home, balanced on the edge of a cliff.
you're a thorn and a delicious poison, and my
favourite flavour of dreams and wishes
and promises, and
i want to
drink you all in, and etch your
face, eyes, words, soul
into my mind, heart, life.
i want to trace over each mark, spot
scar, everything and
carve it into my memory.
i want to steal just as much as
you've taken from me, and break
locks, crush masks, soak in secrets.
letting everything go, losing, hanging,
leaving doors open, and
cracked around the edges.
the skin of a realist, the eyes of a child, the mind of a
disaster, and the heart of a dreamer. you have
kisses made of rain, the fingers of a pianist,
the brush of a painter.
and i'll be your canvas.
Something Tells MeSomething Tells Me6 years ago in Open More Like This
out of my mind
let free to roam
cut loose to meander
enchanting melodies abound
tranquility relieves my soul
love, or the thought of love
suppressed in a relentless cycle
eventually screaming to be heard
kneeling before you
sorting my heart out
silence becomes me
this astral plane
gliding in the distance
back to reality
i wake up
nothing ever happened
faults between the lines.the moths are dying, and shefaults between the lines.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is sitting on a swing screaming silently
into the sky.
the lamp is fading, and he
is standing by the table tinkering tirelessly
with an inkless pen
and three sheets of blank paper.
she doesn't see
because she is too busy hating herself
for the creak of grease
and the corpses that litter the floor like leaves.
he can only see
because he is too free wishing for autumn to come quicker and
scrubbing the stains from echoing floorboards
and where her footsteps used to be.
it was on a rooftop in spring.
they were sitting among loose tiles holding hands.
he said, 'sometimes I think I don't exist.'
she only laughed.
it was on a porch in fall,
they were sitting on opposite ends of the swing.
she said, 'I know what you mean now.'
and he said, 'now I don't.'
they became strangers to each other.
they kissed in the locker room but it wasn't the same.
his laughter awkward and stumbling from his teeth.
she smiled so much her lips peeled. she didn't
Luister In Die Donker UurLuister In Die Donker UurLuister In Die Donker Uur5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Close your eyes
to the world around you,
close your mind
to the day.
Listen in the dark hours,
when the world
comes out to play.
Follow me blindly
down the path of darkest love,
roses lining your every step,
And pinkie promise me
that you'll never leave my side,
even as the rest of the world
crumbles around us,
and the lights
fade to black.
Silhouet van een danseresZij is het silhouet van een danseresSilhouet van een danseres9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dat maar blijft dansen in mijn hoofd
en ik moet wel aan haar denken
dat heeft mijn hart aan mij beloofd
Ik ben bang voor haar beweging
het brengt angst en hoop en pijn
Maar ze zou mij nooit willen verwonden
diegene moet ik zelf wel zijn
Dat zij nooit heeft geleerd te dansen
nee dat had ik nooit verwacht
En dat ze het misschien voor mij probeert
daaraan heb ik nooit gedacht.