Nostalgic Feelings

The leather bound boxed suitcase stood still
And time sat on the carpet
I heard a voice from round the corner of the wallpaper
But all I saw were wildflowers
I couldn't get myself to see beyond them
So I sat there and pretended they were real
I touched them
Like I could feel the soft petals graze my skin
I smelled them
As if the smell of spring air would magically replace the must of the old wood floors creaking beneath a pair of shuffling feet

I don't know why I do these things to myself
It's like I want to self inflict
But I don't want to feel pain

I wracked my brain for thoughts that could fill my head and replace the ones that were there
I focused on the things I could sense
Like the sound of my breath making love to the air around me
Or the drops of rain that fell on the nearest window-sill

They were slow and steady
Just like the drum in my chest
Beat beat beat beat beat

Oppressively

Relentless

Hopelessly

Nostalgic

I start to feel the carpet really pressing into my kneecaps
It starts to rain inside
Streams flow down
down
down
Till I can barely see

I can't help but feel like nothing's ever going to be alright
Because that's how it is
And you don't like knowing I feel that way
But I do

The suitcase is moving
Under the palm of a man
It goes out the door

I don't think I'll ever see that suitcase again.

For you I will

Sincere smiles
Expose the truth
Of our stupid
Wasted youth
Since I've found you
My heart is sound
You keep my feet
Right on the ground
You hold me close
And keep me still
I'd go there and back -

For you I will

The Essence of Us

Souls intertwined on the forest floor
Staring at the backs of leaves
Branches holding together the essence of us

Tired eyes read the midnight sky
Our pupils mirroring the stars
The galaxy holding together the essence of us

Laying naked beneath the sheets
Curious to explore one another
The frame of your bed holding together the essence of us

Let's Go Exploring

Golden showers that doth fall
Upon the leaves of trees

Sprouting flowers budding
At the root of weakend knees

Spying through brass holes
That once fit keys

A
whole
World
unimagined
Through
thoughts
Of
fibrous
Galaxies

Rain flows through my bloodstream

I can hear the water beat

Beat

Beat

Beat

Down on my windowsill

Beat

Beat

Beat

Down on my mind

Beat

Beat

Beat

Down on my heart

‘Till there is no more of me

My throat burns,

it begs for your name.

I scream

I scream

but I hear nothing.

I still taste you on my lips

Sweet, Sweet, tender mouth.

Open joys to brighter days.

Melting like the lidocane.

Or sugar on a summer day.

I love you.

Light as a Feather, Heavy as a Brick

Another day;
Another lie.

Another way;
To make me cry.

I thought we had;
It all together.

But then I fell;
Just like a feather.

That swam down;
The empty stream.

I closed my eyes;
It’s just a dream.

When I wake up;
It will get better.

After all;
It’s just a feather.

Old Poem Becoming New

You taste my pleasure

I drink your pain.

There is no cure

For a wrecked train.

You pierce the wound

Within my veins.

I feel your blood

Turn into flames.

Your desire to be

What we can’t have.

Decides to turn

Your mind to mad.

Your thoughts drip down

Like endless rain.

You taste my pleasure

I drink your pain.

∞

Parlez-moi clairement
Je veux entendre votre voix
Touchez-moi doucement
Je veux sentir ta tendresse
Smile pendant que je vous embrasse
Je veux sentir votre bonheur
Prends ma main doucement
Je veux sentir votre présence
Dis que tu m'aimes

Speak to me clearly
I want to hear your voice
Touch me softly
I want to feel your tenderness
Smile while I kiss you
I want to sense your happiness
Hold my hand gently
I want to feel your presence
Say that you love me

Don't Look Back

I feel like my world
Is balancing
On the fine line of reality

I tip toe across the lawn
Feeling the soft grass
But not getting too comfortable

For soon my world is gone
And I am falling
Down a miserable black hole

I end up in this no-man's land
Begging for an answer
There is no one to listen

Screams and sorrow can be heard
Felt pulsing through my veins
I choke but no one cares

This is a lonely place
What did I do to deserve this hell
Someone save me

All I want to do is go back to my world
Back to the way things were
So peaceful and serene

But I won't ever return.

People don’t just change perspectives. Perspectives change people.

Rise with your Eyes

Heavy sighs
Loosened ties
Tired eyes
In disguise

Gentle cries
Our last goodbyes
Bright blue skies
A new sunrise

Distinguished lies
A grandeur wise
Written comprise
To our demise

Living Proof

These tears stain her cheeks and she doesn't know why
She tries to hold back but she can’t help but cry

A rose she has blossomed but is tangled inside
Her thorns cut and blister she just wants to hide

Alone she is scarred by the memories of her past
By the haunted and tortured nightmares that last

They last her a lifetime spurred moments shamed regrets
She is beaten and battered, "Well that's what she gets"

She's an angel that fell from the blue and white sky
Her wings they are broken and no longer fly

Underneath all her shadows she is still just a girl
Her golden hair lost it's color and soon lost it's curl

Before long the darkness consumes her in her darkest of times
She gives up and stares down at her wrists bleeding in lines

She pleads and she cries for an answer to her prayers
She just wants to be whole again she hates hiding under her layers

As she chokes on the darkness that soon consumes her soul
She fights for her last breath before it consumes her whole

And suddenly out of nowhere on the blackest of nights
Something desperate awoke in her and she stared at the light

As by miracle He came to earth from heaven above
To save her and make her and fill her with love

She is now whole again and with Him she can survive
She is happy and loving and for once she's alive.

Your Infinite Blue

I stare into your eyes
Your infinite blue
Sweeps me off my feet
And drags me down an ocean current
A rip tide
My ankles are tied
I can't let go.

Time takes over
Every moment is precious
Every moment is ours
I fall fast
Hard
I'm being dragged
Dragged deep
Deeper
I'm drowning
I gasp for air
There's no one there
But your infinite blue.

You built me a shelter
Using nothing but the bare skin of your palms
I felt safe
You hid me away
Away from my life
Away from the struggles
Away from the pain
Away from the storm
Away from the rain
I was for the first time
The happiest I'd ever been
Until I stared deeper
Into your infinite blue.

By now we are committed
Things are spiraling down
Down the rabbit hole we fall
Together holding
Grasping on to each other
For dear life
But somehow we make it through
And suddenly
We're brought back into reality
And things are different
They have changed
Things aren't what they appear
In your infinite blue.

And now you're gone
And I'm alone
I want us more than ever
But us doesn't mean forever
If you only knew
What I would do
To be dragged back through
Your infinite blue.

Simple Satisfactions

The air around me is sweet
I can smell the pollen
and taste the aroma of fresh fruit

Everything seems more vibrant
than it was just one season before

The sun smiles at us
As we walk around her cousin earth

She leaves us with her kisses
Little marks of memory
of what happened that day

The water seems to like us
during the high rise of the afternoon
it always wants to pull closer
and splash our feet

It pulls us closer to eachother
bonds us like two ends
of the strongest loathestone

This is the time
when living is easy
and happiness is aboard
everyone's face
smiling to forever

When love is imminent
and bodies are tender
traveling and exploring
the juciest of pears

Where fields stretch on
as long as the days

Wildflowers grow rampantly
Leaving our skin to smell
like jasmine and honeysuckell

This is the time to enjoy
the company of our earth
wandering amongst our
tangled hair and salty skin

This season is not around
for selfish thoughts and reasons
This season is not around
for just a break in education

This season is used as a reminder
that this happiness dwells in every soul
Any day of the year

All you have to do
is tap into the maple tree
and let your syrup drip down
every once in a while

If this is done
just every once in a while
You will find the water to be warmer
the fruit to be jucier
the syrup to be sweeter

Which is
in the end
what life is all about.

There Is Something To Be Said About All of Us

There is something to say about the something that is unsaid.

There is something to read about the something that is unread.

There is something to know about the something that is unknown.

There is something to show about the something that is unshown.

There is something to listen about the something that is unheard.

There is something to spur about the something that is unspurred.

There is something to learn about the something that is unlearned.

There is something to yearn about the something that is unyearned.

There is something to feel about the something that is unfelt.

There is something to build about the something that is unbuilt.

There is something to find about the something that is unfound.

There is something to be done about the something that is unsound.

To say that you are cute

I can't belive you

I can't believe you

Why do you lie and scrape your knees so hard?

I can't even trust you

I can't even trust you

I can't even trust you with your life so let's go on

Lina Scheynius

The one and only.
Your photographs inspire me.
Tremendously.

Stupidity

Such a contreversial matter. Some people really can't help the stupid shit that comes out of thier mouths. Some can.
Here we are presented with two different kinds of people. Type A; the brilliant ones. The ones who sacrifice their whole life to be the smartest. They can present any random trivial fact and can most of the time put any situation into a statistic. Type B; the not-so-smart ones. The ones who never put their mind to it's fullest potential in school. The ones who one day end up outsmarting our goverment system by coming up with elaborate schemes to steal. The threat to our society. The dangerous ones.
So who wins?
The Bookworms or The Robbers?
I'll tell you who.
Neither.
See what ends up happening is, the professor will one day end up with the successful career, the trophy wife, and everything he ever wanted and more. He worked his ass off for years, and he desereves it right?
As for the Type B guy, he ends up using his smarts to find some uneducated intellectual who couldn't give two fucks if he puts a bullet through your head. He hires them, to kill the Type A man and his family. He ends up with the money, and within a certain time, he's busted because he wasn't smart enough to think of leaving DNA behind at the crime scene.
Type A ends up in a coffin.
Type B ends up in prison.
Sometimes people are just....


stupid.