Summer
Post by Andrei Winter on Oct 12, 2013 4:29:34 GMT -5
Since I've been having a horrible onslaught of creativity that seems best outlet in poems lately, I thought I might post them in here as I write them. Would you guys tell me what you think?
It’s so easy to get lost
in the little moments that make you
realize that your heart still beats.
In the moments that I feel my heart beating
to the rhythm of your breath
and when I catch you smiling at me
when you don’t think I’m watching.
When your breath dances slowly
over the crook of my neck
and sends goosebumps down
the length of my arms.
When your lips press to my forehead
and my heart surges to my throat.
Such trivial little things.
However, in my baited breath
I find more words forming
burning and bubbling,
erupting from my lips
and fingertips
racing through the world to find your ears
to find those eyes
and make themselves at home
so you never forget…
…how I feel.
Those words tremble upon my lips
aching to reach these fingertips
filling my mind with images of
nothing more than a bittersweet forever
spent by your side…
and in your kiss I feel…
the other side of my forever.
You are…
…the other half of my forever,
because my heart beats for you,
and you are ever smiling in my memory.
Put it together like the way our hands mix and mingle,
like the way we laugh at movies,
like the way our lips meet…
…put it all together.
Breathe in
(and your scent fills me with the warmest content
the warmth in your eyes sends a shock through me
the way those hues radiate love
makes the scars of my heart simply ache in your name)
lean close
(the skimming of my fingertips along your jaw
sends pulses of adoration to my heart
which quickens and quakes so in your pull
as you free the organ
from its cage, lost and enslaved
battered and torn, enraged)
and become my other half of forever.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Amazing how the hope you hold
tries to leech into my veins
and make me breathe life into my dreams again,
despite the standing shards of dreams and hopes
lay in broken, jagged pieces on the floor with my heart.
Your smile makes me believe
that you’ve found those missing pieces
and your kisses are attempting to re-attach me
and build me into a stronger clone of what I once was.
Your laugh sends the gears turning,
clicking and whirring
rising and falling
the cogs rotating and sending my heart beating again.
Your eyes send the sunlight into the darkness
and sprinkle the fading dark with a spray of stars.
All of the cold and quiet, the numb and broken
fall apart under the softness of your touch
and fall through my own gears and are ground to rust.
Instead of pain, I’m feeling love, reeling off the high
and falling into that blissful comfort and warmth
that I thought I was never destined to feel.
What do I deserve?
Do I deserve the lingering warmth of your kiss,
or the soft, hungry whimpers that drip like rain from your lips?
Do I deserve the adoration fixed upon your face?
Do I deserve the resounding cheer in your laughter
that sends the empty and hollow chambers of my heart into overdrive?
Do I deserve to become more than a mindless machine
to feel, to cherish, to touch and love as a woman
who has lived her whole life clinging to the belief that
she was never good enough?
No
I am good enough.
The love you strive to give,
to build within the walls of your room and
present to me, wrapped in the words that you whisper
"My love"
"My sweetest"
"My darling"
and you set it in my hands waiting for me to open it
to feel it to its fullest extent
and to get lost in its warmth
realizing they were all wrong.
They were all wrong.
My hours were spent trying to
kiss my scars and lick my wounds,
healing and hiding from people
and shying away from the love you’re trying to present,
but the blood has run dry and I am now aware that
it’s time.
It’s time to take that precious gift
and return it with one even more precious,
I’ll give you my re-constructed heart…
strengthened and welded
so that it is the full heart you deserve.
It’s so easy to get lost
in the little moments that make you
realize that your heart still beats.
In the moments that I feel my heart beating
to the rhythm of your breath
and when I catch you smiling at me
when you don’t think I’m watching.
When your breath dances slowly
over the crook of my neck
and sends goosebumps down
the length of my arms.
When your lips press to my forehead
and my heart surges to my throat.
Such trivial little things.
However, in my baited breath
I find more words forming
burning and bubbling,
erupting from my lips
and fingertips
racing through the world to find your ears
to find those eyes
and make themselves at home
so you never forget…
…how I feel.
Those words tremble upon my lips
aching to reach these fingertips
filling my mind with images of
nothing more than a bittersweet forever
spent by your side…
and in your kiss I feel…
the other side of my forever.
You are…
…the other half of my forever,
because my heart beats for you,
and you are ever smiling in my memory.
Put it together like the way our hands mix and mingle,
like the way we laugh at movies,
like the way our lips meet…
…put it all together.
Breathe in
(and your scent fills me with the warmest content
the warmth in your eyes sends a shock through me
the way those hues radiate love
makes the scars of my heart simply ache in your name)
lean close
(the skimming of my fingertips along your jaw
sends pulses of adoration to my heart
which quickens and quakes so in your pull
as you free the organ
from its cage, lost and enslaved
battered and torn, enraged)
and become my other half of forever.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Amazing how the hope you hold
tries to leech into my veins
and make me breathe life into my dreams again,
despite the standing shards of dreams and hopes
lay in broken, jagged pieces on the floor with my heart.
Your smile makes me believe
that you’ve found those missing pieces
and your kisses are attempting to re-attach me
and build me into a stronger clone of what I once was.
Your laugh sends the gears turning,
clicking and whirring
rising and falling
the cogs rotating and sending my heart beating again.
Your eyes send the sunlight into the darkness
and sprinkle the fading dark with a spray of stars.
All of the cold and quiet, the numb and broken
fall apart under the softness of your touch
and fall through my own gears and are ground to rust.
Instead of pain, I’m feeling love, reeling off the high
and falling into that blissful comfort and warmth
that I thought I was never destined to feel.
What do I deserve?
Do I deserve the lingering warmth of your kiss,
or the soft, hungry whimpers that drip like rain from your lips?
Do I deserve the adoration fixed upon your face?
Do I deserve the resounding cheer in your laughter
that sends the empty and hollow chambers of my heart into overdrive?
Do I deserve to become more than a mindless machine
to feel, to cherish, to touch and love as a woman
who has lived her whole life clinging to the belief that
she was never good enough?
No
I am good enough.
The love you strive to give,
to build within the walls of your room and
present to me, wrapped in the words that you whisper
"My love"
"My sweetest"
"My darling"
and you set it in my hands waiting for me to open it
to feel it to its fullest extent
and to get lost in its warmth
realizing they were all wrong.
They were all wrong.
My hours were spent trying to
kiss my scars and lick my wounds,
healing and hiding from people
and shying away from the love you’re trying to present,
but the blood has run dry and I am now aware that
it’s time.
It’s time to take that precious gift
and return it with one even more precious,
I’ll give you my re-constructed heart…
strengthened and welded
so that it is the full heart you deserve.
