Winter SkinWinter Skin7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Drawing hearts on windows in the long winter days,
writing love letters in the clouds with our fingertips.
Promises are like fingerprints, plans are like dust
he held onto her till she wept rainbows.
Footprints in the snow whispers, "I believe in you."
Cold hands, warm embraces and tired eyes,
handfuls of snow from snow covered cars.
Flying geese across frosted windows,
she held onto him till the stars fell away.
Falling snow cries, "I believe in you."
Frozen lakes and frosty roads,
i've been learning to try my whole life.
Caged birds sing about silhouettes of lovers
and dream of being swans.
I'd drag my heart across thin ice and sail ships
(to be by your side).
Holding onto each other
I will follow you into the dark as the stars fall away.
A heart like abandoned Christmas trees,
your love watches patiently the gardens changes.
All the trees are left broken and weeping.
Holding onto each other
following dreams as rainbows fall on shadows.
He held onto her memory till she wept rainbows,
Invisibly Written Visibly ReadInvisibly Written Visibly Read7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ghostly arms hold me;
when my tears take me back,
to where I used too play and hide alone.
Angelic hands come to me;
when the deathly shades of autumn,
bring back inner shades that I try my best to block out.
Ghostly fingers pull my hand back to blank paper,
you dont have to say it. I understand without words.
Whilst the sea sleeps
our eyes turn to the sky we share.
Just like before leaves brush;
two tears visibly invisible,
like the arms that were never there;
just like the hand that was never in mine,
and like the friend I never had before you appeared.
But always had in you. Whilst I played, hid and cried alone.
In the land of dreams where I was haunted,
I no longer fear to dream. Now that we have each other.
April Showers and Day DreamsApril Showers and Day Dreams7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I played and cried alone...
Was there a ghost in my house?
When I slept alone and when I walked alone...
Was there an angel beside me?
I'm a caterpillar dreaming of being like you and flying into your arms.
Leaves and petals fall into a blanket full of stars and tears.
Forgotten echoes ripple onwards in the dusty waves of time.
As a boy I imagined I could time travel;
Insects were monsters; river banks, weeds, and fields were jungles.
I pretended that I could read people's minds,
I made up stories and conversations for them.
Time stands still, goes forwards and backwards for true love.
When I remember and cry alone...
Shadows meet day dreaming angels.
When I sleep alone and when I walk alone...
Beneath the same stars as you that hold our dreams.
Tightrope of true loveTightrope of true love7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Love is alive tonight in your distant sighs, giggles and cries.
I love her all the time and hate her the rest of the time.
Through the depths of life's and dreams loves and loses.
Heaven in the twilight of the sun, losing you against the light.
You're everything I am not.
True love is the noose that strangles the life out of your heart.
True love is the invisible blade that pokes the eyes out of your soul.
It took a long time but I dreamt that my true love was waiting for me,
at the other end of a tightrope. As I walked toward her tentatively trying
my hardest to not look down concentrating on keeping my balance.
Keeping my eye on the target trying to ignore the flames below
and the cries of the damned within them.
Trying to keep steady gripping onto my tightrope bar. Birds suddenly from out of nowhere flew around me. Struggling to keep balance as they swarm around me. Trying not to focus on their faces, the faces of all my ex's and love interests throughout my life. Some of the birds
Skimming Stones and RipplesSkimming Stones and Ripples6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The heart of a story is an ink stain
Stars fall into a dark well like coins,
My words run to you like inky tears.
Reflections remind us that although some wishes come true,
Not all things last and life can sometimes be rebuilt like houses of cards.
You made me dream I had wings,
Like a lone little white cloud in a clear blue sky,
I felt you always there and I chose to hide with you.
Skimming stones to re-explore the dreary universe's memory of endless days,
Unprepared flights on paper planes prepare us for credits, bills and paper hearts.
You made me love what I love
Like a lonely rainbow made of love after the rain,
You coloured in the blank canvas.
Climbing trees into escape hatches upon clouds puts me back together again,
Shedding my troubles like leaves upon an open armed cloud.
Throwing stars like coins in a fountain I caught a falling star,
Skimming stones replays the wishes that a heart full of stars no longer as to wish.
Reflections no longer cry alone, this cloud we're on allo
The Realistic GhostThe Realistic Ghost9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Colours are tears from heaven
Falling rain on red roses,
My heart bares the flag of the dead.
Disappointed stood a shadow on the edge of the road,
My soul tares apart the shade over the sidewalk.
Crying my eyes out, praying for colour
Please colour me in.
Fear of falling
Depressed about nothing,
Everyday on edge
Sad about everything,
Sunlight coming and going across water,
Sinking like a stone but in control,
Sick and tired of listening to people.
Closing my eyes to dream, makes me wish ghosts were real
There must be a real ghost among them all,
To take all the unreal people by the hand and show them reality.
Waves echoing the beginning and end of time
Were loves lost trying to find our way,
Lost in love, always love and death in mind.
Its you, its you, it couldnt be me
A gentle breeze from heaven,
A soft touch or a hug,
When Im alone.
Its always me,
Old postcards, empty bottles and faded window kisses
Its always you,
Kiss + Make UpKiss + Make Up9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So sad our memory,
it's nothing to cry about.
Feeding the sky it's darkness till it consumes us,
how much can you take from me?
Watching you sleeping is pretty defeat,
you help me forget my dreams, making one of our own.
As brief as summer; hugging on our own,
memories are as natural as loneliness.
You make me too afraid to close my eyes.
Though you forget you're more asleep when awake,
we're so alike in our flaws. I struggle to sleep yet neither awake.
So ugly our memory,
you put on make up
to make believe your life pretty.
We make it up to share a piece of ugliness.
When you awoke you started walking,
falling out of the clouds and back into uneasy sleep.
Caressing a knife wrapping my arms around another life.
Nothing will stand in our way, turning ourselves inside out
trying to see things each others way.
Not knowing which way to turn, tried to see things your way.
Running into the emptiness where all roads meet,
wishing our roads had crossed sooner or never crossed at all.
Glass MuseumGlass Museum8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Broken winged beneath the pale moonlight
I close my eyes only for a moment;
Flying out of the window with you over the rooftops,
I want to leave me, something will change.
Specks of dust in neverland or glass museum
It's so much more inspiring than moonlight is to me
On the edge of your soul, my mirror reflects who I am
Never come down, never go backwards.
At times I've seen you let it all out
Mixing the sun with the darkness,
Other times I've seen you hung from a flag pole
Harder than it as to be
Saw what we may become
At times as sure as we be
Sleet and snow in a enchanted forest
Stitching leaves together to blanket our doubt.
Shook every home,
Taken every hourglass.
Some hearts are truly heavy
Some hearts are planted deep
Hearts full of the love we've turned away
Love's tears reach the deepest roots eventually.
Sky falling when home comes to me it will be shaken,
I saw you flying shadows across the blank pages of the days that confused.