Isn't HomeSitting in my room- the room that held the late years of childhood- suddenly, and without so much as a breath and sigh, came the strongest undertowIsn't Home
of melancholic heartsickness for a home-- heavier and harder to bear than anything I had felt in years.
so then... so then this isn't home at all. this isn't home at all...
StarsIn the stars were everything. All my hope; the wishes of childhood- the hot, humid summer nights spent watching stars fall around earth. All my melancholy- the nights spent curled in a cold room, staring up past the pines towards the remnants of long dead light. They were the constant the guide the savior and all else that I held.Stars
And you, darling, before I knew who you were they were you-- the sweet, serenely blinking light that kept me, warmed me, and wrapped around me. The stars are everything- all awe and wonder;
BaiserStanding above you, neck swooping to dip my lips above yours, brush soft and sweet your velvet partings--Baiser
Kissing you is like rain falling on a fire, all the coolness I pretend is singed away by your lips, those red blushing lips a man before you never possessed. Even the hold-
ing my lips above yours boils my blood. The slightest peck in parting a single drop
of rain onto a flaming candle.
As the Rainin the early-late rain as I wake to the morning-night, I am caught in the quiet-- held watching the lacing rain flow down into the warm ground. it perches atop slick leaves, clinging to the jutting stones, hiding amongst the long blades of grass. the rain, held by so many and, in the silent un-supposing moment, All I want is to feel your arms as the rain-- around me in every way.As the Rain
Hullo
Dazed
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~ There's more to life than books, you know; but not much more~
The Smiths
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"My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go." Hamlet, III.iii
"My thoughts are always aloft, and my words fall oft to the sand: Thoughts without words are my torment, and no one understands." Blanzeflor
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