They say true art is inspired by great tragedy
And well, here is my art inspired by you
And tragedy not in the traditional sense, but more like in the weaker sense
Kryptonite to my super powers you make my vision foggy
Slithered past my security, captivating my mind you manipulated my thoughts and changed my point of view
Distracting me with bombs of lies you snuck in from the side and stole my heart leaving an imitation that only beats with you
You believed in them too
So tell me what is a super hero suppose to do, what super move will release this hold from you
This voodoo that alters my senses making me illogical, and unrecognizable to even you
You see this is my tragedy my addiction to you.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Untitled
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So we said our goodbyes some time ago now
And even though I have my feet dangling back in the shallow end of the dating pool,
I still find my thoughts on you
I find my attention robbed of present company and wrapped and presented to you in a daydream.
As a gift to you.
Call it devotion, love or obsession…funny thing is that when I am touched by another, I want it to be you.
I want to command them to stop. Feeling a lack of possession it's as if I have release ownership of me to you.
These are your lips, your hips your thighs.
And there are parts of me reserved only for your eyes.
I missed you since the last breath I took with you
Call me an addict I get high off the very scent of you
Something like a student of your ways I know how you move
I translate your thoughts and can recite the very essence of you.
I dreamed of you last night, and you were so real that I could hear your heart beat, feel your breathe against my neck, see your chest rise and collapse.
When you're away I have visions of your kiss,
Have cravings for your lips
Desires that pulsate through my veins
Urges that scream your name
I wish I could have it... Capture it
Keep it with me always
I would wear it around my neck to have access to it always.
...........To Be Cont'd............
So we said our goodbyes some time ago now
And even though I have my feet dangling back in the shallow end of the dating pool,
I still find my thoughts on you
I find my attention robbed of present company and wrapped and presented to you in a daydream.
As a gift to you.
Call it devotion, love or obsession…funny thing is that when I am touched by another, I want it to be you.
I want to command them to stop. Feeling a lack of possession it's as if I have release ownership of me to you.
These are your lips, your hips your thighs.
And there are parts of me reserved only for your eyes.
I missed you since the last breath I took with you
Call me an addict I get high off the very scent of you
Something like a student of your ways I know how you move
I translate your thoughts and can recite the very essence of you.
I dreamed of you last night, and you were so real that I could hear your heart beat, feel your breathe against my neck, see your chest rise and collapse.
When you're away I have visions of your kiss,
Have cravings for your lips
Desires that pulsate through my veins
Urges that scream your name
I wish I could have it... Capture it
Keep it with me always
I would wear it around my neck to have access to it always.
...........To Be Cont'd............
Passion
Eight.
The number of new beginnings.
For the past couple of years, I have not committed myself wholly.
Therefore I apologize.
I abandonded you once---
Thinking that I didn't need you,
You weren't as of a necessity as air.
Not realizing the power you hold over me,
The vacancy you left in me.
I abandonded you once believing you were
attached to too many memories
A reflection of a moment, an era of my life,
Not seeing the influence you had on me
The relief you provided for me.
I abandonded you once, And thought
I was just fine. For a while.
I masked it all with my smile,
Mastered it all with my style,
Or at least pretended to.
Having everything under control
When in reality having NO hold. . .
Fools gold . . .
So for that I apologize.
Plan to revize. Start again;
EIGHT--- The number of new beginnings.
The number of new beginnings.
For the past couple of years, I have not committed myself wholly.
Therefore I apologize.
I abandonded you once---
Thinking that I didn't need you,
You weren't as of a necessity as air.
Not realizing the power you hold over me,
The vacancy you left in me.
I abandonded you once believing you were
attached to too many memories
A reflection of a moment, an era of my life,
Not seeing the influence you had on me
The relief you provided for me.
I abandonded you once, And thought
I was just fine. For a while.
I masked it all with my smile,
Mastered it all with my style,
Or at least pretended to.
Having everything under control
When in reality having NO hold. . .
Fools gold . . .
So for that I apologize.
Plan to revize. Start again;
EIGHT--- The number of new beginnings.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
jilted
Your asking me to trust again
Your asking me to leave all I have ever known and jump
Head first feet last into a cloud of the abyss
Your asking me to relinquish all my hesitations and inhibitions and let go
Surrender my comfort and relax in the idea of the unfamiliar
Let down my guard and move toward progression and rehabilitation of an organ I formally knew as my heart
Restore my faith in relationships and people and become reborn in the innocence I once knew
You once withdrew from me
And not negatively, but ideally,
Theoretically you created a world that I was comfortable to live in.
Preferably to exists in
Forever
And I considered the possibilities you offered
And although my heart said yes my mind said no
We weren't ready
We still had more growing to do
Together
So as you walk away from the concept of us
I understand why but I don’t see how
And my thoughts on me doing the same aren't parallel with your now
My heart refuses to go into remission
Because as I sit here trying to release my hands from the edge I cant let go of these feelings
Theres not a net I can release in
So until then your trust will remain with me and mine with your vision
Your asking me to leave all I have ever known and jump
Head first feet last into a cloud of the abyss
Your asking me to relinquish all my hesitations and inhibitions and let go
Surrender my comfort and relax in the idea of the unfamiliar
Let down my guard and move toward progression and rehabilitation of an organ I formally knew as my heart
Restore my faith in relationships and people and become reborn in the innocence I once knew
You once withdrew from me
And not negatively, but ideally,
Theoretically you created a world that I was comfortable to live in.
Preferably to exists in
Forever
And I considered the possibilities you offered
And although my heart said yes my mind said no
We weren't ready
We still had more growing to do
Together
So as you walk away from the concept of us
I understand why but I don’t see how
And my thoughts on me doing the same aren't parallel with your now
My heart refuses to go into remission
Because as I sit here trying to release my hands from the edge I cant let go of these feelings
Theres not a net I can release in
So until then your trust will remain with me and mine with your vision
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