Loveislightblue

Confusion. Forgotten access memories of another person another year another moment in time.

The world had taken the only people she had ever cared about. © 2011

For my uncle, may he rest in peace. In the meadows on their mountain tops where the lilacs sing your name and the daffodils waltz with snowdrops sun settles on your window pane. In the place where the clouds meet the ground where the starlight blooms. Where the trees listen yet make no sound while a brand new day looms. Chorus: In the meadows, on their mountain tops, I know I'll be there with you someday. And I will sway through the dew-soaked grass until I breathe in the atmosphere. In the valleys, on their mountain tops, where the wildflowers grow. Where the sun melts all your teardrops, and a soft breeze begins to blow. In the place

An innocent reverie, an adrenaline rush, remembered as you speak with me, through the world's hush. A childhood fantasy, of faeries, elves and gryphons, just another ecstasy, a memory I have hidden. An elegant vagary, a masquerade of truth, written in your poetry, discovered within you. A foolish transparency, of careless inspiration, just another lucid dream, the drug is motivation. An elicit epiphany, another way to feel, your words are a symphony, an idea that's become real. A new amphetamine, of a wayward world, just another mockery, I'm but a shell of a girl. An exact epitome, overused, cliché, an anthology

My mind is consumed by thoughts of the truth, but what is the real truth? Have I lied to myself so many times, that I myself have become the lie? All I do is think, and think, and OVER THINK, yet still I find the mystery of "Who am I?" Is so intriguing. Should I tell you the truth, or just another lie? I have such little confidence, that this mask becomes my self-defense. And I am reaching, and reaching. Trying to find my perfect catharsis. Be it reading, writing, drawing, singing, I do not know but it sure isn't sleeping, I find I'm never dreaming. I am an insomniac of sorts, awake in the night, waiting for the comforts, of

The wind grabs hold, icy tendrils up your spine, as the flames dance in the steady moonlight. Faster and faster they flicker, and prance, Ils danser, ils danser, "La Poursuite" de la France. Softly they disappear, replaced by the stars, letting the cold cover the fire-made scars. You shiver and shiver, your hands made raw, you do not believe that which you saw. Fire and flames in the soft moonlight, bring sweet memories back to your mind. Faster and faster they flicker and prance, Ils danser, ils danser "La Poursuite" de la France. © 2012

Sun filters through the clouds and green trees, Like a coffee filter, filtering coffee. Like a leaf silently falling to the ground, ninja's descend from the heavens. It hits like a boxing glove against a punching bag. It comes unexpectedly by launching at it's prey. Sun is in the sky,waiting for you to wake up, now isn't that a little stalkerish? But the clouds creep in soon enough, and the sun surprises me, by leaving. I would run if I were the sun, the clouds are a little creeperish....

"I guess I thought that it didn't matter where I went, because you'd always be my home. But then, I've been wrong before." © 2013

"So why are you sad anyways?" Yante stated. Dawns smile fell and her brown eyes filled with sorrow. "I-it isn't any of your business" she turned her face away. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to pry...." Yante replied with a slightly hurt look on his face. "What do you look all hurt for? Did you think I would just tell a random stranger what was wrong?" Dawn snapped at him. "I-I'm sorry...did I say something wrong?' Yante asked, obviously flustered. "No....no I'm sorry...it's just tha--" "Is something wrong Dawn? Is this man bothering you?" A familiar voice interrupted her. "Oh....uhh....no...not really....uhh....Hagan, this is Yante, I t

I tried to rip up every poem, every drawing, every thing that reminded me of you. Then I realized that I'd have to get you to tear my heart out too. Sometimes I wish I could wipe my mind of its memory. Deleting every moment my fickle heart skipped a beat. I've always thought I was a fool to hurt you, because no one has ever cared for me like you do. Do you remember last week? Watching Indiana Jones on T.V. even though you live 964 kilometers away, and it's been a year since I last saw your face. I've been thinking about last year, wondering what it'd be like if you were here. Remembering how we were always such critics, and w

How to Escape the Friend Zone Step 2: Catch the cross-town train just to see her comment on the alarmingly red shade of her face stick to her like extra-sticky silly putty and hold her too long as you depart.