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Giraffe Heart

Mon, 06 Aug 2012 13:12:34 +0100

tastewithyourfingers:

The tour guide
tells me that
the giraffe’s heart
weighs twenty-five pounds.
I know exactly
how that feels.

Physics for the soul

Fri, 15 Jun 2012 20:14:26 +0100

You’re the sun

I’m in your orbit

you’re burning away

creating things where they weren’t before

it’s like nuclear fusion

-but with me and you

under the stars

Sat, 09 Jun 2012 20:00:51 +0100

I want to watch you blossom

making galaxies with your hands;

even though I can’t see or touch them-

I know for sure they’re there.

Untitled II

Sat, 02 Jun 2012 18:12:00 +0100

A storm won’t last forever

But the sun can’t shine every day

There will be times when you are rewarded

But there are times where you’ll have to pay

There’s a delicate balance in the weather

That you have to understand

Sometimes it will give you hope

Other times it will bring you to the ground-

Where there is laughter

There is also pain;

Where there is sunshine

There is also rain

Tomorrow night

Thu, 31 May 2012 17:50:18 +0100

I want to feel your body

I want to know your smell

I want to taste your lips

when they’re pressed

against mine.

It gets easier, you see: dusk turns to dawn night turns to day and hate turns to love, eventually.

Tue, 29 May 2012 15:20:28 +0100

It gets easier, you see:

dusk turns to dawn

night turns to day

and hate turns to love,

eventually.

I want to be your universe. but you are a star, and I am a black hole.

Wed, 23 May 2012 10:25:05 +0100

I want to be your universe.

but you are a star,

and I am a black hole.

Stay

Sat, 12 May 2012 20:07:06 +0100

Who I am I to ask of you

to simply love me more?

I need you by the fireplace

(very far away from the door.)

I need you to try to hold my hand

and never to push me away,

for the most beautiful phrase you’ve ever said

is simply just ‘please stay’.

I need a drink.

Sun, 06 May 2012 19:01:10 +0100

You slide down my throat

you enter my veins

you tell my head that I’m perfect

and my heart that it’s whole.

When I’m with you I am invincible

without you I’m a wreck

you make the sun shine bright

and the clouds go to bed.

It’s great until the morning

when I wake up all alone

with a pounding in my head

and sickness in my throat.

I remember why I need you

how you make me better

I pick you up from the floor

and I start it all again.

Maths

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 19:32:44 +0100

If I can’t prove it with algebra

then what good is love to me?

If can’t write it in terms of x and y

then I really don’t know how it can be.

If there isn’t a formula

then how do I know what to do?

I’m 100% sure maths is much easier than loving you.

happymonk: And still the greatest poem ever written is, I love you.

Mon, 23 Apr 2012 18:43:23 +0100

happymonk:

And still the greatest poem

ever written is,

I love you.

tiles

Sun, 22 Apr 2012 13:02:17 +0100

I wanted to be with you

With you and your smile

With you and your eyes

But I am not worthy

So I just stayed at home

And counted the tiles

On the ceiling

Summer

Mon, 16 Apr 2012 21:12:22 +0100

the summer comes and with it brings

the smell of the sun on my skin

and I almost know without asking

the ache and the pain it will bring

those long hot days in which your skin

will tan and your hair will turn gold

are the long hot days that despite the sun

my soul will turn cold

friends with no benefits

Mon, 16 Apr 2012 21:02:00 +0100

I searched for myself

But I couldn’t find that thing

That made me happy

Maybe I would have found it

If I wasn’t searching

Between the sheets with you

Silence and birds

Mon, 16 Apr 2012 20:56:01 +0100

The last time I saw you

You were throwing up in the park

We could hear the sirens coming

So we hid in the dark

You didn’t tell me you loved me

Because it would have been a waste of words

So we just sat in the darkness

And listened to silence and birds

Photo

Sat, 14 Apr 2012 22:07:48 +0100

knight in shining armour

Sun, 08 Apr 2012 20:51:55 +0100

Every day I wait

for my knight in shining armour

to come and rescue me

from the castle in my own mind.

But

he never comes

and I have realised

I created the castle

and the knight does not exist.

we are lucky kids

Mon, 02 Apr 2012 16:00:31 +0100

cafeofthedamned:

we are born lucky;
they point a gun to our heads
and pull the trigger.

then

we spend our whole lives
wishing someone would put some
rounds in the damn gun.

Photo

Mon, 02 Apr 2012 15:50:58 +0100

Poetry

Sat, 31 Mar 2012 21:27:37 +0100

my name is not important

neither is my age

the only thing of importance

is what I write on this page

for I couldn’t say it aloud

or sing it in a song

so I’ll just write a poem

let’s hope it’s not too long.