In a moment.Blurry Echoes forever lingering, Struck by their passing,that is when I fear them the most. Such beautiful encounters; find beauty in simplicity.Create the thread of intimacy,that I view as so sacred to bare.May they never be forgotten, may they neverbe scoffed, As tragedy would then seer its markon every beautiful smile
A Poem for EchoEcho, speaks to me without words of her own,They come via trembles beknownst only to herNarcissus fell into fragmented lightLeaving loneliness to staleGone now, a man of beauty has reborn.Lying, still now peaceful in the shape of a flowerpoor Echo cries with the drip, drip of hanging peakssurrounded by her world of night.Mourning is only allowed with the copied sounds of rain hitting stone,her moaning a reflection of wind through the pillars. though she lives forever going nowhere but where the sound takes her.
Forever more.In my eyes, you shall be perfect, forever more.The thought of losing you chills me to the core.I say I love you a lot, I also say you are mine.You remarked as to why it seems a question, every time.Because I am afraid of losing you.Because I do not know what I would do.I do not want to find out either.Because in our love I am a believer.Jennifer, I tell you, you are mine.I am not posing it as a question this time.I know I say these words a lot, but I truly do.Jennifer Rose Watson, I love you.
The flames of hope have flickered outHope has returned, only to flicker out.Gone before our eyes, almost touching it.Our hand reaching, it destroyed to much.The flames of hope are dark, we can't see.No light in our eyes, guiding our path.The journey will be in shadows again.Whisper in your hands, before it escapes.No words for your ears, hope is gone.The light has slowly flickered out.Our eyes are deaf, our ears are blind.We can't see what's left behind.Don't know what's in our front.The flames of hope have flickered out.We are left behind deaf and blind.Yet we journey on, just to stay strong.
Up, up in the skyHigh, high up in the skyLet's see how high I can flyWhere no blood or tears I shedCaused of the fears I've hadWhere no pain existAnd there's no one to missHigh, high up in the skyWhere no one can catch my eyeWhere I can be aloneBut still it feels like homeSo let's fly high, high up in the skyAnd tell the world Good Bye...
Obsessions Are Like RestaurantsFor months on end you hear about how good the restaurant is. From EVERYone. You avoid it cause you're so sick of hearing about it.Then finally, when the hype dies down a little, you go in secret. You sit down. You're given the menu--which only lists desserts--and you order.Then, brought to you on a gigantic silver platter, you are given the best, most sinfully delicious cakes, cookies, pastries, etc. you have ever tasted in your ENTIRE LIFE. You eat and you eat and you eat and you eat. You're up all night on a sugar high.Days pass. Weeks pass. Suddenly, ordinary food doesn't taste good anymore. Meat? No thanks. Veggies? Bleh. Fruit? Not unless it's strawberry shortcake. Your pride forgotten, you rush to the restaurant every single day for every single meal. You talk, think, breathe, Deviantart/Pinterest/Youtube/Facebook/Twitter it CONSTANTLY. How have you lived without this glorious place for so long?!?Eventually, however, your start to notice that the highs are no longer as high-i
Emerald PotionEmerald eyes in the light of a blue lagoonQuestions: What are you? Who are you?Endless hair, the large Sea of RedA creepy sight flowing between life and death. Purple lips, whispering the sound of moonA neck covered in pearls, painted by night's gloomThe chest with a soul who is not at homeOnly the heart is there, but the owner, gone. And again those wondering emerald eyesStealing the light from jealous starsFearing nothing, but everything aware of themOh, emerald eyes, such a pity to say farewell.
Tides of Earth and SkyAnd the ache of soul carried the torch of dreams into the skyUpon scent of mortal thirst destiny whispered in myriadrapture of folding tides..Lo the mythic shore, where I — a phantasm of love bleedsinto the ether of velvet sky & ocean hymn...Lost in the wine of omni-dreaming, for our passion tis butthe humble audience of eternityIn jeweled horizons the Goddess feasts; her gaze I cannot fleeI have crossed oceans of time & drank the song of worldsMy spirit forever slain in the beauty of her immortal sea— Arthur Crow © 2012