Face to face, it was just as I remembered. The same nervous smile, the same lowering of voices, leaning in close to catch the words as they dissipated like morning fog, speaking quietly in fear of voicing thoughts too long pushed to shadowy corners. The same staring, trying to memorize every detail in a face, tracing every contour. The same drowning in eyes. The same magnetic pull, irresistible. The same static dancing across our skin, crackling into lightning at the slightest touch.
He stared at the floor as I stared at him. He knew what I wanted, but the question still trembled on the tip of my tongue.
"What happened?" It plummeted into t
The rosy glow of morning
crawls across closed eyelids,
illuminating planes and angles
one at a time, as if knowing
that a sudden revelation
would cause a questioning
of reality.
A slight movement
under a thick fan of lashes -
He pulls me closer
towards his sun-kissed warmth
and the steady,
slow,
beating
of his heart.
Hushed are the birds,
murmuring their songs
in the early morning chill,
unable to penetrate
the cocoon we've made
where we lay
entwined.
Eyes of summer mornings
flutter open -
sunlight through leaves.
A shy smile
gently curves his lips.
A pause before a whisper,
good morning, sunshine.
A constant
I was once a leaf
caught in the hurricane of your embrace,
shaking violently, unable
and unwilling to get out.
I never found your center
though I searched,
enraptured
by such beautiful violence
against yourself and everyone.
I drowned
in the whirlpool of your kiss,
cold waters trickling
down my throat,
freezing my heart.
My lessons went to waste
as I flailed
and your waves
pushed
me further away from shore.
Still I remember that night
when your tempest did quiet
to light breaths on my neck
and your sea rocked me
effortlessly
towards the blushing dawn.
Again I stand
at the edge of your cliff.
The rosy glow of morning
crawls across closed eyelids,
illuminating planes and angles
one at a time, as if knowing
that a sudden revelation
would cause a questioning
of reality.
A slight movement
under a thick fan of lashes.
He pulls me closer
towards his sun-kissed warmth
and the steady,
slow,
beating
of his heart.
Hushed are the birds,
murmuring their songs
in the early morning chill,
unable to penetrate
the cocoon we've made
where we lay
entwined.
Eyes of early autumn
flutter open -
sunlight through leaves.
A shy smile
gently curves his lips.
A pause, before a whisper -
good morning, sunshine.
A steady
ceasele
Wrap me
in fabric of the finest weave,
crafted by your skillful hands
from your words of affection.
It dispels the chill of winter,
caressing my skin,
hugging my body
in a luminous sheen.
Your work is
truly beautiful,
such intricate patterns
and dazzling colors.
But haven't I seen this
same pattern and fabric
on another?
Soft sunlight filters in,
illuminating porcelain shoulders.
Rosebud lips that murmured
such sweet vows in moonlight.
Fragile hands rest on silken sheets,
golden glimmer that marks our bond.
I long
to keep you
like this
forever.
Eyelids flicker.
Do you dream
of me?
I imagine
your love
immortalized
on canvas.
Vibrant red.
Shh, don't stir.
Won't you smile,
my jewel?
Such beauty,
wasted
on jagged splatters.
Alas,
you
butchered
it,
spiteful whore.
Words slide
from sensually curved lips
whispering secret fallacies
into quivering souls.
Serpentine, saccharine,
hands caress flushed skin.
Skillfully soothe anxious minds
with slippery promises.
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Words slide
from sensually
curved lips,
whispering
secret fallacies
into quivering souls.
Saccharine fingertips
caress
flushed skin
as slippery promises
soothe
anxious minds.
The skillful lover
spreads
the kisses
of one to another
on sultry nights.
Just beyond the garden fence by apathicxtears, literature
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Just beyond the garden fence
Just beyond the garden fence
grows Rue, her leaves quivering,
flowered face staring
at laughing Narcissus, surrounded
by Lily, Marigold, and Tulip.
Her tendrils stretch each day
closer and closer to that patch of earth
warmed by golden sun, beside him,
close to that merry yellow face
so similar to her own.
Every day, the gardener watches with narrowed eyes
her careful movements, his hands
inching closer to his trowel.
A wary guardian, his eyes search
for invaders of his precious garden.
Rue hears what the flowers say,
their gossip carrying in the breeze.
If only she had their bright colors,
their sweet scents, their lush pet
When love isn't enough by apathicxtears, literature
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When love isn't enough
What happens when
love
just isn't enough?
When you're making love
to someone who tries to imagine
that it's anyone
but you
that's there?
When you caress
their anxious skin,
heated brow,
and know it's not you that they're dreaming of?
When they still say
"I love you"
but spend more time
in the shower
than in your bed?
I think,
my dearest one,
that we happen.
Calm before the storm by apathicxtears, literature
Literature
Calm before the storm
Moments like these are
Always the sweetest.
The calm before the storm,
A certain stillness just waiting to be broken.
Can we
Appreciate
It better now?
And with a gentle shove
It's over.
Whisper, whisper,
Tell me it's not over.
What I don't understand is why I'm
Feeling so bad, when I know it was my idea.
Will I hear your voice again?
Soft, now, as your caress.
You've said it best,
I've broken my own heart.
Knew some kids once... by apathicxtears, literature
Literature
Knew some kids once...
Knew Some Kids Once
I knew a boy once,
saw the world through a haze of red.
Collected bottles until they broke -
brilliant shards of darkness.
Beautiful. Glittering. Deadly.
Just like his eyes.
I knew a girl once,
held a mirror in her hands, smiling
madly at everyone.
Spiderweb cracks, fragmented images.
Used vanity of others to captivate them,
to draw glances away from empty eyes.
He devoured the heart of every girl
so they knew how he felt.
Filled his void with theirs
the only way he knew how.
Woke sweating from dreams of broken mirrors.
She spun herself through colored lights
to distract herself from the hole in her ch
Truth and Consequence by apathicxtears, literature
Literature
Truth and Consequence
Did you not think
of the consequences of your actions?
Your careless words causing
buried issues to resurface,
they're taking their toll.
Perhaps you thought nothing of it,
but I do wish you had kept quiet.
And I don't need you -
you are not necessary anymore,
and I am not what I was back then.
That weak creature you once knew -
don't insult me by saying I still am.
I am more that you will ever know.
Just because you can't change
doesn't mean that the same is true for me.
Ladies and Gentlemen -
and all of you in between -
may I have your undivided attention for one moment, please?
On this stage,
on this very stage,
will be a show like nothing you've ever seen before.
Watch closely now,
as this darling strips bare
for all of you to see.
Drink up, drink up,
let your eyes feast upon all of the details
for you may never get another chance for this.
Look now, look -
she's as pretty as a car crash
and those details could come in handy later on.
Now watch as you whisper
quietly amongst yourselves -
You know what you could do with information like this.
Now I'll take my leave,
I certainly hoped
It appears that I have
a knack
for causing problems.
But wherever I go it seems
that I get in over my head
with everything.
Can't we just stick to lighthearted fun?
But my dear, I think
that you are going a little too fast
and I don't want you to crash.
And I don't even know your last name.
How can you say that,
When you don't know a thing about me?
Nor I, you.
I hate to break it to you,
but things don't quite work that way,
and I don't believe in love at first sight.
I'm afraid that you're simply out of luck.
It's okay,
I think I wanted it too.
I just don't think that you know what you're doing.
Didn't think
I'd be in this situation,
but now I think I know.
Never thought
it would happen to me.
But now I believe I'm closer to understanding how you felt.
So won't you please forgive me?
Perhaps we're more alike than we first thought.
I held hands with someone whose palm
was marked with the stories of their life.
Rough with callouses from hard work,
I wonder what they thought of me,
whose hands have never labored
with anything but a pen.
I thought of you,
with your hands like mine,
and wondered if we could ever really appreciate anything.
I want to know
Just what they thought
when our different lives became so evident,
Or if they thought anything about it at all.
My darling, and my love,
I need you so bad.
You're in my head and my heart.
You corrupt my thoughts and poison my mind.
You hold my head and my heart within your hands.
Squeezing tighter and tighter you cause me such pain.
The room goes dark my head is spinning my chest goes tight.
When it comes to you there is no winning I'm losing this fight.
The way you talked to me, teased me, and touched me that night.
And you leave me now not knowing what to do and without saying why.
I'm not sure about you,
But I hope you die.
Knew some kids once... by apathicxtears, literature
Literature
Knew some kids once...
Knew Some Kids Once
I knew a boy once,
saw the world through a haze of red.
Collected bottles until they broke -
brilliant shards of darkness.
Beautiful. Glittering. Deadly.
Just like his eyes.
I knew a girl once,
held a mirror in her hands, smiling
madly at everyone.
Spiderweb cracks, fragmented images.
Used vanity of others to captivate them,
to draw glances away from empty eyes.
He devoured the heart of every girl
so they knew how he felt.
Filled his void with theirs
the only way he knew how.
Woke sweating from dreams of broken mirrors.
She spun herself through colored lights
to distract herself from the hole in her ch
I'm still alive...barely xD But I hardly ever go on dA anymore. I get overwhelmed by all the deviations that I have (like, 700+ right now) and just...ehhhh.
College sucks the life out of you. Off to go study for finals! (yeah right)
"it's the worst feeling in the world to love and hate someone all at the same time. and it's hard to watch things change when all you want is for them to stay the same. it's crazy when you want to let go, but you keep holding on, and you want to move on, but you're stuck right where you started. when feelings come and go and you can't decide what you want. when you have so many things to say, but you don't know where to start. when you want them in your life so bad, but all you can do is push them farther and farther away. it's so hard to think back how things used to be and look at it now and realize that things are different, and they may n