"Walk with confidence,
even if you know you will trip and fall.
And when you do trip,
laugh it off
and continue on with steady steps."
Unlikely Pen-PalsSending my loveUnlikely Pen-Pals by Loveislightblue
through the grapevine.
We've communicated for too long
with tin cans and strings.
Through the garden hedge
across the worn patio.
You'll find me in my rocking chair
singing silly lullabies.
I am no older than you
yet wrinkled within.
Send me your dreams
on paper airplane wings.
I'll send you mine
through the slits in the fence.
You'll feel my voice
tickling your ear.
I'll feel your heart
through the letters you send.
And we could be friends
if only we met.
Imagist PoetryDandelion FluffImagist Poetry by Loveislightblue
The soft white seeds
waft through the air
on a summer's eve
in late June.
Raindrops land in lakes
where waters begin to move,
little ripples form.
The Birth of Colour
Squeezed from berry bellies
poisoned yet pleasing
upon the forest floor.
An Elegy for the Elf King, from the Forest NymphTo my dearest friend,An Elegy for the Elf King, from the Forest Nymph by Loveislightblue
who with a flick of the wrist
has been torn from my life
and whose friendship
I wish to rekindle.
Here's to the days
where from across the continent
your lyrical verses and stanzas
drew out every ounce of my creativity
and struck the very soul
I'd forgotten I had.
And to the days where
you didn't feel like going on
and you'd confide in me
the very core of your existence
and I would tell you that I loved you
because I did.
To the moments we'd laugh
where you were the elf king
and I was a forest nymph
and you didn't approve
of my peasantry,
and I of your royalty.
And to the moments
that for a drawn out second
I could hear your laughter echo, echoing
and reverberating off of the buildings,
and mountain ranges between us
where the distance felt like nothing.
Here's to the time
that I knew our conversations
were innocent reveries
where we found escapism
within each other
and grasped it tightly.
To the time
that I knew you were alive
still breathing, heart s
Love Needs an Instruction ManualThings I Should Have Told You:Love Needs an Instruction Manual by Loveislightblue
Your eyes twinkle as if they're
from beyond the atmosphere
and like the vacuum of space
take my breath away.
Your voice casts away
the demons from my past
and when you speak your broken
English sentences, the nightmares leave.
arewere my personal sun
and I could lose myself
in the warmth of your sweater.
You were my home.
You are (were) more than just my companion,
you were my sanctuary,
the keeper of my heart,
And yet I'm still waiting for you.
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.How to love a girl who can't love herself. by PrussianPersephone
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
in which I gain sentiencesave roomin which I gain sentience by intricately-ordinary
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,