Don't become an artistFor you will look at love as abstract art.More Like This
You will look at the sky as a canvas to paint your heart
Feel raindrops ink your skin with poetry.
You will draw curves out of straight lines
You will make sense out of slant rhyme
Call empty space, a place to contemplate
And fill walls with kaleidoscope memories
You will inject beats in your veins
And get high on good music
You will dance to the pitter-patter of rain
and sing of melancholy and pain
You will taste ink in your first kiss
After which, you’ll ask the weirdest questions.
You will make a carbon copy of the intellectual conversations
You had on your first date.
You will see depth in his eyes
Depth, you’re ready to fall into.
You will love his every word-Truth or lies
For you will be a victim to metaphors and similies.
You will live in your tiny world of stories
And when someone out there, outside your own bubble
Of profound thoughts and fantasies
Share the same story, you let them write yours too.
You let them read your
A Beautiful Moment"You're beautiful."More Like This
"You're my everything."
"You're the best thing that's ever happened to my life."
"...I love you."
he writes mehe writes meMore Like This
as if each letter was the last
in recorded history.
like literature would deign
to disappear without so much
as a wave of goodbye-
and i hang off his every word;
catlike concentration pawing
the loose threads of his conversation.
he doesn't speak in rhyme
(nor reason sometimes),
but his words speak to me
louder than a shot of epinephrine
and excites me just as well;
like it fills my arteries with
a longing to share your heartbeat
and breathe your air-
but then it's gone.
like a warm bathroom vapour
dispersing out through the open door;
the comfort fades and all that's left
is the cold condensate
dripping slowly down the wall.
PathsYou've been waiting for angels to give you your wingsMore Like This
Simply walking in circles trying to get to a win
Killing all of your trees just to count through the rings
As you struggle to find what it is that you bring
'Cause you want to be special and you want to be more
As you watch those around you stand up just to fall
And the fear's working in from the world to your core
As you carry on forward in an unnoticed war
They all hold your hand till you need it the most
When you're standing on cliffs on the crumbling coasts
As you wonder what came from the words that you wrote
Did they fix all the lives and the hearts that you broke
And your paths crossing over and wandering back
To the over familiar and soul crushing track
Now the sun's coming up but it's coming up black
When you can't find your way the World starts to attack
You've been stumbling, fumbling through worlds in the dark
And all the pages you need are torn up into parts
Now you know all you need is the smallest of sparks
But it sti
A Theory of EverythingiMore Like This
You begin as a point,
The essence of nothing.
But with two points,
We make a line.
And the line is eternal.
When your line meets another,
We cross, as we must.
But in our plane of existence,
I see only a cross-section of you.
And we are flat.
You turn your head,
For there is now space to turn.
And we conceive of the world,
And the world is round.
But it is still.
We are but frames,
Moving ever forwards.
For these frames are a filmstrip,
And the film never ends.
Time carries us now.
You make your choices,
And forge your path.
And though it splits me in half,
I follow you.
Our other selves are lost.
Lost but not gone,
For all that is, was,
And ever will be,
Is contained, within this.
We are a universe.
We are not alone.
Though with different beginnings,
And different endings,
You see it.
The scale of us.
Those paths cross,
And with each intersection,
We create new realities.
Each embedded within
Our layer o