Life and Literature

I am beautifully diverse in a way that confuse people. They tend to think I am Broken May be I might have been Now though I see my self  as a Chinese bowl Cracked but mended Broken, put together  I see myself with spots of gold No longer worthless Now vulnerable yet valuable You can choose to see the cracks like I used to I don't really mind Let me tell you though I have always found perception a beautiful thing even when I couldn't locate the broken pieces Being mended with gold has made that view even more beautiful. You can always choose to see the cracks Now stare, focus on the gold Tell me what do you see? 

I'm just a fundamentally cold unfeeling person Am doing just fine, they see  Don't make me a promise People break their promises to me all the time What I love though is believing...  Believing that eventually someone will keep them Don't worry if that someone isn't you Sometimes I don't even think it me. Bridges that were meant to pull us use Help us further apart offering no words but the company of solitude We were happy once  The eyes catching glimpses of each other in full rooms The hand holding when it meant something  We were once the talked about love of the town.  Rejoice with the happy couple, Ticking clock timed them out centeries before they begun. 

  Indulge me; we all believe the creation story; well those of us who do. Have you taken time to analyze it. 2 separate '' humans '' created, well... Some say 1 but I say 2. 2 trees in the middle of the garden, with 4 rivers. Who won't be tempted?  Beauty is a sight for sore eyes they say. And God saw that it was good. Isn't that interesting... God really isn't the poster boy for certainty amidst the choices he gives us, but one would think he knows; at least what is good.  The earth they say was without form and was filled with darkenes... Hmmm....  Again how do you identify darkness. You see I think the concept of day and night derived from the nonexistent of light where darkness was indenfied makes creationism interesting.  Back on the topic of the humans, wait let's do the tress first.  1 tree on life, how interesting that's tree number 1. 2 tree of good and evil !?.. No wait.. Tree of Knowledge of good and evil and some how a reptile that what i...

The moment we met can be recounted as chance. The gods designed that we met in a scenario like most stories be it so romantic it became tragic or so tragically romantic it lived forever. Unlike these stories though we are alive. Weaving the threads together day in and out I dared me to believe in us.  That's just because there need to  Be a stronger will than I have..  I believe sometimes that it will happen for me Strangely enough I feel the distance every day  Knowing that this time am trying  At I think I am...  I dare you to believe in us This though is the love we signed up for to be there and fight even when we no longer have the strength to. The perception of each other's lives in each other's eyes. I see that you think you try; see that I want to but don't  I dare me to believe in us.  Knowing that this time am trying  At I think I am...  I dare you to believe in us

I enjoy the touch of your lips against my body. Sometimes touching myself in imagination of that. Getting so wet but I thought self control to myself Literally in pain as I get drenched and yet physically push you away. Wanting to be vulnerable with you Adventurous with you When you say you want to touch me, I smile shyly Speaking eludes me All I can think off is your touch Your tender kisses, rough hands Searching, waiting for approval You discern this and proceed more hungrily yet cautiously to share your pleasure with me. 

Cannot break through the shell you placed me in Always told myself love wasn't made for me This feeling boxes you in Throws away the key by it self But I loved love.  You see; that is confusing and I know The air we breath; the smile across my lips The look that draws you in That?, that for me is love. I wonder why you tried so hard to prove me right The tongue can not help but speak the words The body just feels The heart though is in no wrong but doing it's job. It is the soul. That free and damming thing That's the one The one that battles That the man that jails you. You share no part in the guilt it presents All you did was draw me in I get it; Don't get me wrong Stated clearly you will make no promises The realist in me adored that Here I am trying to figure out who put me in this ice box Imagine being pulled into a whirlwind Freezing with no blanket of words or comfort A friend though I find at the buttom of my misery Wor...

Find myself texting you more often than not What I do with the rest of my time is think of you Not necessarily why I ended things Nor was it the fact that I was OK not hearing from you. I usually chunk it to knowing it was over before either of us took action. True if I dare say so myself Though, that thing where my heart skips a beat when I caught a glimpse of you Or the sheepish smile when I see an item I thought you would love That thing is annoying. You have made an impact in my life Whether I care to admit it or not I learn a little piece about me with each of you. But I never seem to hold on to anybody I doubt I have ever wanted to. Don't blame yourself too much Not that you did or you would ever Just that if the thought did occur Refrain from holding on to it. I would love to know sometimes that it did. It will be my pleasure to know someday you lived a full life