xfallinghearts

We were like quasars, The tendrils of our emotionally burning synapses worked so hard on overdrive just to show the other how much we can cry. We were like magnetic poles, emanating forces of energy opposite from one another, both equally strong Never once actually Coming too close to touch, Because if we ever did, We'd just combust.

Little seedlings echoing the shadows of stories once told, Displaced in the filth, The industrial disarray, Bio-hazardous waste and LCD DisplaysPast, Present and future entangled within the cosmic folds.A persistent ringing in your ears, a desperate cry, singing, drumming, beating..And it goes: Sure, you can see but please do not forget to breathe. Your emotional sewage runs rampant, and your heart is left vacant.Do not forget the sound by which all things are bound.The consistent low humming.Spiral out Spiral outAnd be here now.

We are the children of earth, air, fire and water. Of temperate pasts and violent storms.We are the children of here and now Standing against the tide as one, With frosted halos and interlocked hearts.We are the cosmic dust across the sky And the morning dew upon the leaves. We are the soil beneath your feet, Of seeds, flowers, and ancient trees.We are the wonders under the same mother, Spawned from the depths of madness, Flaws stitched with good intentions, Made with love, radiating lust, And torn by the shackles of our selflessness.We are the quiet and lonely wolves that howl Into the blackened out sky waiting for the sun To kiss the spa...

There was a scent of vanilla and wine within the air When it all first settled in.Just a minor pluck of a heart-string. Tug, Tug, Tug, 1, 2, 3, and it was done.There was no cupid necessary for feelings unrepressed. Like plate tectonics, emotions quake, And the brick wall I had built Around myself had been broken down, Unveiling only what truth was there all along.That was when my heart rumbled, cracked open And poured itself out as it washed away The remnants of the evil still leftover.A cleansing moment with what I never thought could or would be. A high vibration, A secret language composed of smiles: Just you and me

Radical wildfire, you free spirit, Weathered, withered away, Your soul left in chains, So I've come to save your heart, From anymore torrential rain.

Lose yourself, for the lightness of your soul is over whelming. Sing songbird lullabies and dance under the sun. This is how you're heard.

I drew mountains from flowers, Casted monsoons from the tip of my tongue In hopes of finding an answer But instead I found nothing.There is no solace in brewing up storms, my friends But at least there is the hope that a seed shall break through the stubborn surface and sprout into a blooming bounty of forgiveness.

She waits. Through tidal waves through hurricanes, through luck She waits for him, her long lost sailor boy her sweet soft sentimental poor excuse called love.

This siren's song is waiting, sifting through the armada of coral reefs and schools of fish.