Love is FireIt's been seven years,And one daySince we found each other,Love came our wayWe knew it in an instant,And it has not changed...And everyday, I know I love you more...You are the only one, I was born for!Our love is fire,In fire bornOur love is fire,And can never be torn!Every time I look into your eyes,I see!More love exposed in them,Than I'd ever hoped to believe!Our love is more than,Passion and desireOur love is eternal,Our love is fireIt's been thirty nine,Weeks of painAnd in one moment,Our lives will changeThat little one,We have longed forWill be in our arms,And we won't have to wait anymore!Our love is fire,In fire bornOur love is fire,And can never be torn!Every time I look into your eyes,I see!More love exposed in them,Than I'd ever hoped to believe!Our love is more than,Passion and desireOur love is eternal,Our love is fire...Every moment with youIs a blessing I don't deserveAnd I will spend the rest of my lifeProving just how much I
Barren.✣March ripped itself out of February, prematurely bornfrom a month of quiet white blankets.That morning(though you said it was too early to plant anything),I dug splayed fingers into the frozen ground.I tore the soil awayin icy clumps, naked fingers driving seeds home to somewhere deeper,somewhere deep enough that anything could flourish.Your gloved hands cupped my shoulders as you murmured "Nothing will grow, you know that." But I was so tired of the muted deaththat thrummed its way from your wordsinto my womb, empty like the oak cradle we finally dismantled and laid beside the fireplace.✣Night came, moonless and full of crunched silence--my frigid hands clawed atthe heat nestled in the smallof your back,in search of some sparkto melt you or combust myself.The melting snow
Heart-Warming SmilesThe tears that run down your cheekssparkle like raindrops adhering tofrosty panes of glass, illuminated againstsuicide pacts and unblemished sunsets.The creases in your forehead are carved deeplike caves through layers of pale skin and Irealise that your candid voice is no longerworth the monsters manifesting in the darkness.The extremities of your lips are curveddownwards into a frown reaching rightthrough the desolate floorboards below,and I am sure I dont have the power ofwiping clean your would-be perfect expression.These weaknesses are the meagre leftovers of thisnightmare, brought by pain and loss, fury andrage, and I wish we could just let go of this wholemisunderstanding and uncross our tangled wires.But our syllables have been etched too deep andthere is no turning back on this treacherous road filledwith bad decisions, as the darkening expanse overheadcrashes through our senses. I only hope we can find ourway off this hopeless trail and get back to
The Scent of Lilacs Shopworn stones atop fresh moist dirt; how manykids dug-in filthy handed, searching for treasuresor building castles. Pink pinched cheeks we attempt atreliving our childhood; more beautiful with each a passing day.Each day - nothing is the same.They grew one day; out of spite, resentfulness,paper rolled memories-cigarettes burn. You said -you always said - it's all too messy. How can theylet them grow, with their pale purple crowns and their gentle pride worn,above all that dirt-digging?The scent of lilacs fills my chest with remorseno brown-sugar curls, pearl teeth, aluminum eyes
So beautiful each day. They paved cement layersover brown-black soil in only one bare night with their shovelsand by morning it was gone.To hell with them stones, all those neatly carved shapesgreen grinning plastic grass covering mud in itselastic punctuality and cold bright shine.No more the prattle of October rain, hitting thuds againstthick raw mire each day the s
you and me?we are living on borrowed time.
EclipsingI'd probably forge my whole heart, anewif you only askedbut you're out of words, tonightthe stars are shining much too brightunlike you've ever seen beforeif you blink, you'll miss themdon't blinkyou'll miss them(you have already missed enoughto make you wonder what's really left)your eyes are shiningreflectionsof everything you hope to beso you cannot see me.and sometimes I wishyou'd just shut your eyesbecause they say restingis the greatest reliefwhen you can sleep,and let go of everything you've ever seen beforefor something moreand something darkbecause it's there, I staylaying in waitpraying on a dreampraying on you(I wonder that wishesare a certain kind of religionwhich just gives memore grounds to befaithless.)but the stars are burningtoo bright, tonightyou're lost in their shinedon't blink.you'll miss me.I think I wait for words that don't exist,(if only you asked before I eclipsed)
Make Me ForgetYou almost made me forget, love. You almost made me forget the hurt; the pain; the sorrow. You almost made me forget about the emptiness: You almost made me forget his name.You almost gave me hope; You almost made me think that I might be whole again; Someday. You almost gave me hope that I can be fixed, You almost made me think that maybe,
WordsWords of the world that can't be spoken.Words that can't be broken.Words as a single promise once kept.Words living in the moment lifelines running through our veins.Words that bring Memories once had fading in a gaze.Words meant to be.
I Hate It~~Written on November 28, 2009~~I hate how you think I like your smileI hate how you think I go weak at the knees around youI hate how you think I can't breathe without youI hate how you think I dream about youI hate how you think I'm desperate for you.I hate how you think I like how your eyes shimmerI hate how you think your name is what I whimperI hate how you think I watch your every moveI hate how you think I've fallen in love with youBut the thing I hate most is how everything you think is true
The Half-dead"How could this happen?" Thor's hands were clenched into fists. He wanted to destroy the magnificent table in front of him with one bat. "How could anyone dare to act against your judgment, All-Father!""Calm down!" Said Odin. His voice filled the room. "Almost everyone here in Asgard harbored a grudge against Loki.""This is not an excuse," cried Thor. His body trembled with rage. Odin's word was law. No one was allowed to act against it."But above all it was an act of cowardice." Thor bowed his head. The last one he spoke in a whisper, almost not hearable, but Odin knew and nodded approvingly."How is Sigyn?," asked the young god, after he had calmed down a bit."Bad", the All-father said. "The poor thing is still completely distraught. I just hope she does not think she is guilty. ""How could she? She only did what was told her. She could not know that the meal was poisoned and she will hardly be in a position to carry out such an act. ""Certainly not," sighed Odin. "But I do not
So Our Lives GoTwisting,Turning,Crashing,Burning,Dancing,Prancing,Screaming,Dreaming
Like two dragons chasing sunsets in a ruby red sky,We soar, we fly, our hearts entwined,Climbing in the aether only to fall back to the earth,Bending our wings to climb so high again
Gentle touches in an ancient waltz across the night,We seem to collide, but never meet,Eons away, yet caressed by our conjoined light,Burning brighter although apart
Floating on a breeze like gulls over prismatic oceans,We hover and glide, weightless together,Screaming ownership over the world and its denizens,Dreaming of a day when it'll be ours
Two souls miles away, and yet only a whisper apart,Destined to save, and yet harm, each other,Hating to love, but too afraid to love to hate one another,We are forever trapped in our loneliness
(C) Ellen Timmerman (Shiloh Thompson) 2010
Take A Good LookTake a good look.The lack of humanity.The lack of originality.Take a good look.Make sure your eyes don't pass through.Like they would with the glass held between you and I.Take a good look at love.Love for the sake of love.The control of self indulgence.The demand for proper causes.What's proper is only what you allow it to be.stop skimming the surface and sink down below the sea.Stop and stare, soak it in.The hatred, the abuse, the law rewriting freedom.Freedom is no longer free. Love is no longer love.It's civilized by governments and idology.No longer influenced by heart but by power.Take a good look.Find faith in the new.Love for the sake of loving.Live for the sake of living.Be free. Set life to the wings,Of freedom. Let it sing.
FirstsI had sexfor the first timeon a SundaywhenOctober airate away the blindsand snake-lines of lightpressed inat undone corners.I remember less of you,and more of me,cocoonedin yellow sheetshow you kept mumblingquestions and Ilay there,still.The prodding,the jostle,are so much less vividthan the sensethat I was sheddingskinbecoming something,tighter,slimmer,more stream-lined.So that laterin the bathroom,I saw myself,the mirrortwisting my hipbonesintoshelves that I couldrest my elbows on.I was nineteenthen,so you,two times my weight,welding my bonesinto yours,made me feelten years less lonely.
Erotomania: A Fatal ObsessionAs I watch you, I quiverAbsorbed in my own deliriumTainted with grotesque desires of You...A thrill surges through meBy the thought of my teethSinking deep into your sinuous amber skinWith the savoury taste of your bloodLeaving its tinge on my tongueA thrill surges through meBy the thought of my nailsCarving my name across your chestClawing vows into your fleshLeaving us eternally boundA thrill surges through meBy the thought of my lips mutilating youWith a jagged razorblade kissRupturing your stolen soulLeaving you unsoundFor 2 years, 7 months, 3 weeks, 2 days, 14 hours, and 19 minutes...Since the very first timeYou intoxicated meWith your liquor-drenched beautyI've followed youObserved youLoved youFrom a distance...Though I remain anonymous to you...I am the face hidden in the airFollowing the fragrant fusionOf your nectarine scented skinWith Chanel's 'Coco Mademoiselle'I am the face hidden in your shadowFollowing the euphony of your footstepsAs you s
Photographic MemoriesSuicide - we commit every day.Granted - we take all of it away.Spell me another word, something other thanthat one that makes me feel so alone.Kill me so I can sleep, not weeping, manthis world so full leaves me so alone.Pictures on the table beside the bedSmiling faces know not what is nextPictures form from my silhouetteCrooked spine - my unlit cigaretteAnd all the empty bottles on the table - in my head -Parents tried - to lead me where I need to be.Granted I - failed to please anyone but me.Creases fold around the photograph I foundof your happy faces mocking me.Pictures on the table beside the bedSmiling faces know not what is nextPictures form from my silhouetteCrooked spine - my unlit cigaretteAnd all the empty bottles on the table - in my head -I want to drive on the wrong side of the road andjust l
Healing WordsI will heal youso let me feel you deeplylet me penetrate your layerstrust meI will get inside youfind your hurtmassage it a bitnegotiateI will use my thoughtsto mend those broken woundsthat have haunted youall this timeI will spread my loveand recapture the beautythat lies insideI have healed you
not monday.he shaved his head on tuesday.-her head was pounding but she held her breath.she held it in and held it in, she bit her tongue andpushed her caught breath at her barrier of teeth smashedtogether. god, her head was killing her and she was sodizzy and her lungs were beginning to ignite. sheneeded to breathe, needed.but there was an instant when where she opened her lips,she couldn't breathe. her throat held shut, unsure of what to dowhen her body screamed for oxygen but her mind told her no,you should die. her body always won. it was all aboutwinning and winning again. but it was only winning ifyou stood on the right side of the fence.-on wednesday he told her that he was going to get high, ifshe wanted to come.-there were nights where she felt heavy and unsure ifgravity was treating her the same as everyone else.surely her spine would compact and that wouldbe the end of it. but just as she was about to have all her vertebraecrushed into a million little pieces, he
To Paint a Picture with WordsIf I were to paint a picture with wordsI would tell you (tell you)How the sea sings when it crashes against the sand.If I were to paint a picture with wordsI would show you (show you)How the stars glitter on the black canvas that is the night sky.If I could paint a picture with wordsI'd lead you (lead you)Into this whole new world, waiting for you and me.To paint a picture with wordsI need you with me (with me)
Once in a Moon.O'er the twilit isles they soared,weaving their hearts in the stratus.He bore the rain in his azure scales.She, the breath of air in her ivory eyes.They intertwined within the clouds,showering the soil below.Wound about each other like vines,their kiss precipitates the growthof life from the dirt. Green rowsspring from the gardens in time.With morning sun, the parted skieslinger with mist of whispered goodbyes.