Literally all I want is to fall asleep on someone.
I'm very tired of everything around me and I want to lay my head on someone's stomach and have them run their fingers through my hair and sleep.
You may find my curves attractive
But I'm blinded by your edges
The crisp cuts of your beard -
I imagine them marking my jawline
With patience and exuberance.
I lower my vision but stumble, quickly
On your shoulders,
The dimples they make with your muscles oozing
An ecstatic grace,
They look like they're waiting to be touched.
I try bending my neck even lower but meet your chest,
Admire the creases spread across like blandishments,
The dents in your abdominal muscles,
Just quietly making their way through my head
As I feel my fingertips blushing under
The heat of your skin.
I need to breathe.
Because the crevices on your pelvis leave
Nothing to my imagination.
Scrolling my eyes u...
I've been thinking for a while...
It's so weirdly amazing how when you look back you realise that everything now was just meant to be. You'd find all sorts of clues which you seemed to have overlooked when it took place.
It's just weird.
Now, while trying to understand what is it that I am unable to see, the pattern my life follows, I am still just clueless.
It is very disturbing how you plan something for a long long time and life takes one sharp turn and everything's changed completely.
"How!? How did it all change just like that?"
It is not even a gradual change that gives you time to figure out what to do next. Everything just changes.
Anything you ever planned on doing...
Sometimes I wonder
If I just imagined you.
If I ever really touched you, or if you really loved me.
We didn't have a label.
We were just two people, hopelessly in love,
Two people who wanted to be everything then ended up to be nothing.
Sometimes I wonder if I just imagined you, I just imagined how I lost you...
" FIRST DAY OF MY LIFE. "
A well known song by 'Bright Eyes'.
With a video clip worth watching. So if you have a few minutes to spare, copy and paste this one in your browser:
After listening to this song, tell us about your first day (you fell in love).
Tag your letter 'music' and 'love'.
Let me know in the comments below when you're done!
Photo challenge #60.
In your presence I find
I become unwilling from all
when your loving words clank
into my ears.
Please hold my arms tightly
because I want to go there
where no one comes near us.
Strong dwells on oppurtunities. Weak blames the misfortune.
Él está en un punto de su vida en que aún la felicidad esconde los ápices afilados de su tristeza; su corazón sigue agradecido, ve cada latido como un regalo y aunque el humo y la venda proyecten tinta oscura, sigue caminando, sujetado de una mano, el discurso imperfecto de un ponente joven que ensaya en la tarima desgastando los oídos de las sillas.
Él y su amigo, en lugares dispares y sentados charlando, desgarran el telar de los sueños, queriendo agarrar luciérnagas y volverlas diamantes.
Yo sé que lo harán. Son mis hijos
~De Dios a mí.
I won't go back to this place foto a good time. =)
Let me whisper in your ear
And give you chills in your SPINE.
Hold you a little bit closer,
telling you that you're MINE.
Cause looking at you, babygirl, you know you're looking so FINE.
So come and show me everything that's on your nasty MIND.
We can finish up, and learn together how to press REWIND.
What makes one day perfect? Is it the joy it brings or the colours it creates? Or is it the person you met for a first time?
It only matters how long does it stay in your mind. Are you going to remember this day for the rest of your life or are you going to erease it from your mind and replace it with another one. This is all that matters.
For me this is the day I met you and also the day you left. Those have made huge cracks in me and the scars of them are what defines me and what is creating me as a person. The day I first saw you on your green pants and messy hair is what I call a perfect day. I am never going to forget it. I am never going to forget the day when I wa...
It's so easy to tell others they are beautiful. But saying the same words in the mirror seems a lot harder.
So today we're practicing just that!
Write a letter about your own beauty. Name at least three things about yourself that you find beautiful.
Tag your letter 'beauty'.
Well I have heard that practice makes man perfect...but even for music a musician should know f note of funky music...everybody is not born perfectionist HE / she has to develope learning ability for being perfectionist....
He kisses my forehead, while I trace my fingers on his shoulders like it's art. We talk about the things we hate, because our likings are a tad disparate. I'm breathing off his neck while a tear runs down my eye, touching him, as if to kiss him, because this moment is so close to perfection. We smile, because we're falling in love with everything about us, knowing that this love right now is the strongest it could ever get, and we're the youngest we could ever be.
Devoid of inspiration,
Lost in a spiraling thought
Missing pieces of me,
Somewhere in the abyss
It's sad you're missed,
And you'll never know
I'm gonna pen,
With no real flow
A void is felt,
Unlike any other
You were to be here,
But you're not
My pillow of comfort,
Where are you now
I'm falling apart,
Withering in wind
Come hold me,
Before I'm gone.
Llega el reto semanal para cartas escritas en español y en esta ocasión se me ha ocurrido celebrar el centenario de Gloria Fuertes. ¿Sabéis de quién hablo? Exactamente el 28 de Julio de 2017 hará 100 años de su nacimiento.
Madrileña de nacimiento Gloria Fuertes es conocida por llevar los versos a los niños, escribía poesías amables y sencillas que cautivaban tanto a los más pequeños como a los adultos. Y su obra es mucho más completa que una escritura sólo para niños. Gloria Fuertes falleció el 27 de Noviembre de 1998.
Así que esta semana quiero que le dediquemos nuestras palabras a ella, quien siempre se las dedicaba a los demás. Escríbele una poesía, un cuento o una cart...
Was I truly broken
I'd like to think not
Just a little battered
While chasing the plot
‘Talking about this year..
something is strange
for i am unable to decide
to be or not to be.’
Everyday happiness seems to be a luxury. For its easy to be treasured with everything you want, but happiness. The area of happiness is deserted, i will have to say that. The pretentious nature have overpowered the pure happiness i used to feel.
Cheerfulness, high spirited, satisfaction, delightfulness, merriment such things doesn't seem to lie on our grounds of survival.
Definitely... ‘ The question is to be or not to be.’ - William Shakespeare