sense and sensesMy tongue drips wet with gentle lyricsfrom a passionate soul.My heart beats strong through the choking,Burning heat of sorrow.My fingertips paint the world transparent with words,Both tender and rough.My eyes speak ethereal, aching, and silent triumphOver societal acceptance.My feet hold ground through the stampede:ruthless, mindless masses.My ears ache under the pressing chaosThat constantly invades.
BareTwo hearts thud slightly off beat. Two chests pressed close, bare.Fingertips in all their subtlety, Brush ever so gently acrossA blushing cheek. Eyes close, Tongues dance behind thirsty lips,And trembling lungs draw quickly at heated air.Bodies plead in Silent longing. Tongue-brushed lipsCaress one another. Limbs intertwine, seductiveWords exchanged with each Lingering touch.Their breaths between them interchange form one chestTo the other. Wandering hands evoke tiny soundsThat slip under breath between timid lips.Bodies tremble, unaware and afraid,Driven by impulse, feeding from the urge.Two hearts thud slightly off beat and two chests press close,Bare.
The Title Is A MysteryYesterday, I doubtedToday, I just don't knowTomorrow determines everythingBut today, it seems to glow.A week ago I cried,Clueless of the world,Wondering what confusing lifeInto which I had been hurled.A month ago was different,Sad and full of stress,Each day from school to home I'd goAnd for hours I would rest.At night when I would wake again,I'd gaze up at the moon,With a tears, I'd wish again,That the light would shine through soon.Yesterday, I doubted,And today I just don't know,Tomorrow, I'll know everythingBut today just seems to glow.
To Go TogetherHe promised me forever...Just me, only me.I remember that I smiled,Whispered, "Good, cause I'll love you always."And he kissed my hair.Our years went by, and I made a promiseI didn't want to make.To stay alive, if he went first.First, I refused, my heart already pained..."Promise me," I heard him say,"For I promised you forever and that promise,It still holds true."So I wiped a tear away, I grabbed his hand,And with no promise of happiness, I said,"I promise... though I'll grow more pained each day."And he smiled, squeezed my hand, and said, "I'll love you always."The years of our life went by,And I begun to notice his pain.Time and worried time again,I'd ask if he was okay...Each time, same answer,But my concern didn't fade.One day, towards the end of our life,We both awoke in the middle of the night.He took my fragile hand so gently,And whispered,"It's my time..."And I began to cry.With the weakest of whispers, he said,"Remember your promise...And that yo