With everyone gaze you plant upon me
With every word you give me
With every tear you bring me
Pieces of you drain
Drain into my Soul
Into my Mind
My heart
Trying so hard to keep the
thought of you from my mind,
it seems that only within
the darkest of memories,
the loveliest of thoughts,
you are in the center of it all.
Sweet Novocain,
paralyze me,
drain me,
numb me.
Rid this foul stench of
jealousy,
fear, and
paranoia;
all of which that pierce my soul,
weild this from my being.
My marrow heart,
full of burden
and a guard made of hurt iron.
Sweet, sweet Novocain;
bring me to my knees,
fill my heart-shaped wound,
and stitch these torn sutures.
Falling From the Stars by SergetheGreat, literature
Literature
Falling From the Stars
What you are
is not derived from
Mother Earth,
the hands of God,
or the warm torso of mother.
Your moist palms,
slapdash hair,
oval lips and,
softened eyes -
Your warm laughter,
embracing smile,
addicting persona -
all of which a gift of the heavens.
Fell from the stars, you have.
And every portion,
every bit;
had fallen into the
welcoming embrace of my arms.
She takes me to the window.
I tell myself, "Go ahead."
I'm waiting to exhale.
Odd buildings,
lovely buildings.
People in the city rarely look
up and
I never look down.
Uncomfortable vertigo.
My nerves stir, as I
press my palms to the panes.
Thin glass.
A radical departure from
the center to
this edge.
The clouds and rain whirl
within each other
brushing against my
protected fingertips.
I sit back down, now.
She smiles at my distress.
So sweetly,
change is the essence of life.
But my perfectly preserved phobia
will not permit this.
To sit back down, now
from my nightmare in the sky.
Butterflies In Shades of Gray by SergetheGreat, literature
Literature
Butterflies In Shades of Gray
Let your static imagination fly like
butterflies in shades of gray.
The downtown man in delicate polyester
tie and green paisley jacket.
The sweet, sweet girl with
her miniskirt receeding just several inches
each trying to climb higher than mean to be.
It's not that complicated,
really.
We all want to be strong
players, Guiness World Record
sports (holders.)
NY Times front page makers.
But, only the truly bizarre
appear to grab the light.
Those who own up to
their weirdness.
On the top of the floor, all the
windows are missing.
Just look through the view
finder and press the shutter
release.
I sigh jealousy,
watching sweet hearts sitting
on stones beside the creek.
Young, so young, unknowing
we were once there.
Fifteen years ago.
You and I
cradled.
So happy. (I remember those feelings.)
I think of you often.
Time will not erase my
bittersweet memories.
Forever is a word that
comes easily to
young lips.
Forever in my heart, perhaps.
Then they both leave
arm in arm as
thoughts of you walk
away with them.
I sigh jealousy,
watching sweet hearts sitting
on stones beside the creek.
Young, so young, unknowing
we were once there.
Fifteen years ago.
You and I
cradled.
So happy. (I remember those feelings.)
I think of you often.
Time will not erase my
bittersweet memories.
Forever is a word that
comes easily to
young lips.
Forever in my heart, perhaps.
Then they both leave
arm in arm as
thoughts of you walk
away with them.
Butterflies In Shades of Gray by SergetheGreat, literature
Literature
Butterflies In Shades of Gray
Let your static imagination fly like
butterflies in shades of gray.
The downtown man in delicate polyester
tie and green paisley jacket.
The sweet, sweet girl with
her miniskirt receeding just several inches
each trying to climb higher than mean to be.
It's not that complicated,
really.
We all want to be strong
players, Guiness World Record
sports (holders.)
NY Times front page makers.
But, only the truly bizarre
appear to grab the light.
Those who own up to
their weirdness.
On the top of the floor, all the
windows are missing.
Just look through the view
finder and press the shutter
release.
She takes me to the window.
I tell myself, "Go ahead."
I'm waiting to exhale.
Odd buildings,
lovely buildings.
People in the city rarely look
up and
I never look down.
Uncomfortable vertigo.
My nerves stir, as I
press my palms to the panes.
Thin glass.
A radical departure from
the center to
this edge.
The clouds and rain whirl
within each other
brushing against my
protected fingertips.
I sit back down, now.
She smiles at my distress.
So sweetly,
change is the essence of life.
But my perfectly preserved phobia
will not permit this.
To sit back down, now
from my nightmare in the sky.
Falling From the Stars by SergetheGreat, literature
Literature
Falling From the Stars
What you are
is not derived from
Mother Earth,
the hands of God,
or the warm torso of mother.
Your moist palms,
slapdash hair,
oval lips and,
softened eyes -
Your warm laughter,
embracing smile,
addicting persona -
all of which a gift of the heavens.
Fell from the stars, you have.
And every portion,
every bit;
had fallen into the
welcoming embrace of my arms.
Sweet Novocain,
paralyze me,
drain me,
numb me.
Rid this foul stench of
jealousy,
fear, and
paranoia;
all of which that pierce my soul,
weild this from my being.
My marrow heart,
full of burden
and a guard made of hurt iron.
Sweet, sweet Novocain;
bring me to my knees,
fill my heart-shaped wound,
and stitch these torn sutures.
Trying so hard to keep the
thought of you from my mind,
it seems that only within
the darkest of memories,
the loveliest of thoughts,
you are in the center of it all.
With everyone gaze you plant upon me
With every word you give me
With every tear you bring me
Pieces of you drain
Drain into my Soul
Into my Mind
My heart
Pool gnomes steal my balls
Put them in sox
And run through walls
Shiney muffins
I am a aeroplane
I saw a penguin
Super Nintendo
I fall down
Bunyip poo
360 Michael Jackson
I like blue tac
Playdoh is salty
Kinda like your mum
I saw a man
Mmm Sex Fluff
Disco balls
Poking donkeys
Furbeys are gay
Like cheese
I lost my leg in 'nam
The End
She takes me to the window.
I tell myself, "Go ahead."
I'm waiting to exhale.
Odd buildings,
lovely buildings.
People in the city rarely look
up and
I never look down.
Uncomfortable vertigo.
My nerves stir, as I
press my palms to the panes.
Thin glass.
A radical departure from
the center to
this edge.
The clouds and rain whirl
within each other
brushing against my
protected fingertips.
I sit back down, now.
She smiles at my distress.
So sweetly,
change is the essence of life.
But my perfectly preserved phobia
will not permit this.
To sit back down, now
from my nightmare in the sky.
Current Residence: Reims, France Favourite genre of music: Too many MP3 player of choice: iPod Favourite cartoon character: Himura Kenshin Personal Quote: The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
Favourite Movies
Spider-Man
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
White Stripes, Tori Amos
Favourite Writers
Anne Rice, Juliet Marillier
Favourite Games
Chrono Cross, SNKvCapcom 2, Sonic the Hedgehog, Dark Stalkers
You take me in, no questions asked
You strip away the ugliness that surrounds me
Are you an angel?
Am I already that gone?
I only hope that I won't disappoint you
while I'm down here on my knees
Words can't describe how I've been feeling. Though I what I can say, is one of those feelings is eternal gratitude.
You are my angel...
:floating:
:heart: ~MaraiDuPreez (https://www.deviantart.com/maraidupreez) :heart:
I feel anew... different. It's a scary, yet explorable feeling.
If only it could be placed into words...
I'm back again for a while. :) More with the corny poems~! :rofl: