Cosmic eyes radiating off the tattered pages of our heart's desires.
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Thursday, February 18, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
Friday, December 25, 2009
...could it be..
that this hold that you have on me...
lies deeper than flesh
and is stronger than bone straight to the core.
...could it be..
that these chains you've wrapped around me...
not only have kept me close
but have kept me safe.
...could it be...
that the only person who can truly see me...
is the one person I'm trying to get to set me free.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
some that have built up over time that I haven't put up yet.
written: November 20th, 2009
Inspiration: ...loss.
written: November 20th, 2009
Inspiration: ...loss.
a boy...no, a man.
one man.
my gravity.
the only thing keeping on this earth...
but also the only thing weighing me down.
I climb the tallest building to show him he can't keep me down.
but right when I start to believe I can fly...
when the tips of my toes hang off that ledge and I finally take a step,
he shows me he's still there, ready to lead me straight back into the ground.
hard. heart first.
but..the fall...it's the only time I'm fully absorbed in him.
in his essence.
the time the only thing keeping me from the top of that building and the ground,
is him.
that middle point in the fall... where I am all his, and he is all mine.
...only mine.
I'd fall forever for him.
seems I always will.
but don't worry..I'll continue to climb those heights, I'll never stop...
but I know he'll be there at the ledge waiting for me.
...just where he should be.
written: September 2, 2009
Inspiration: the hope for something more...
your lips creased your cheeks,
creating that honey like smile.
from your lips my eyes met yours,
and as I looked deep into the crystal of your eyes,
I had realized FATE had made us intertwined.
I've become wrapped in you, wrapped in your essence,
and I'm certain of the fact that I'll never want to be unraveled.
your arms tightened around me as time had gone and slipped away,
you spoke softly, words of assurance, that you would miss me as much as I,
with those very words, was already missing you.
one man.
my gravity.
the only thing keeping on this earth...
but also the only thing weighing me down.
I climb the tallest building to show him he can't keep me down.
but right when I start to believe I can fly...
when the tips of my toes hang off that ledge and I finally take a step,
he shows me he's still there, ready to lead me straight back into the ground.
hard. heart first.
but..the fall...it's the only time I'm fully absorbed in him.
in his essence.
the time the only thing keeping me from the top of that building and the ground,
is him.
that middle point in the fall... where I am all his, and he is all mine.
...only mine.
I'd fall forever for him.
seems I always will.
but don't worry..I'll continue to climb those heights, I'll never stop...
but I know he'll be there at the ledge waiting for me.
...just where he should be.
written: September 2, 2009
Inspiration: the hope for something more...
your lips creased your cheeks,
creating that honey like smile.
from your lips my eyes met yours,
and as I looked deep into the crystal of your eyes,
I had realized FATE had made us intertwined.
I've become wrapped in you, wrapped in your essence,
and I'm certain of the fact that I'll never want to be unraveled.
your arms tightened around me as time had gone and slipped away,
you spoke softly, words of assurance, that you would miss me as much as I,
with those very words, was already missing you.
PART TWO:
your hands danced in your lap as I folded mine precariously under my arms.
strange.
how one simple action, one small comment even, can change the entire scene.
the script would be thrown out, and replaced with a new one entirely.
the roles remain the same, only now, your script is filled with action scenes.
however, it's also strange how lack of action can rip a script in half.
one so beautifully written, just torn from its bindings and thrown in a back alleyway for men to see only as garbage.
It's hard to tell where the next scene will lead us.
action scenes?
or alleyways?
your decision...
written: July 12, 2009
Inspiration: late nights that lead to inspiration. hehe
oh night, you are my best friend. the one I hold dearest to my heart.
our partings send sorrow through my veins, but I await through the blistering heat of the day to seek shelter in your darkness once more.
the cursed sun sends the moon away every sunrise, but oh does the moon shine bright as the sun sinks down at sunset, gazing upon the moon as it lowers in sheer jealousy of its beauty, and finally the moon takes its thrown in the sky...
along with the mesmeric moon comes the stars. Stars that I swear shine brighter then the heavens ever could dream of shining!
Oh night, why must I sleep through such a time as your presence? for I wish to sleep during light and gaze upon the sky when the world seems as it should be.
mystery is your essence, an essence I seek to wear proudly.
written: June 1, 2009
Inspiration: a man I will never fully have.
waiting;
wanna know the hardest part?
you never know how long the incessant teasing of time will last.
wanting;
wanna know the hardest part?
not getting what seems so reachable.
love;
wanna know the hardest part?
when waiting and want become intertwined.
written:
Inspiration: I had hurt him (being aware of it at least) for the first time.
she whistled a sad tune as her feet scrape the concrete at a glacial pace.
her hands ride in the bottoms of her pockets, and her fingers play with the seams as she questions exactly what seams are holding her together..and if those seams could possibly have been torn by her own action.
her words, so innocent, came out as only imprecation. and she knew from then on that the thread that once had sewn her seems shut, was now sewn through her lips so that she might not hurt him once more.
Written: December 17, 2009
Inspiration: Maxwell Jacob McKinely
his fingers swayed gently against mine as the kiss of Jack Frost
speedily faded from my chilled hand.
my hand fit so delicately in his and for some reason it was all it took to see that
in that very moment,
we were artists.
from that moment on we became the authors.
in that second we became fate itself.
even the most beautiful of words could not describe what I felt...
so I'm sorry,
but by your actions my words no longer suffice.
and honestly,
I'm quite alright with that.
<3 style="font-weight: normal;">written: October 25th, 2009
Inspiration: Nick Spencer
the breeze kissed our cheeks as we danced across quick sand.
our hair, ever-so-elegantly disheveled, danced along with us to the rhythm of our synchronized laughter. I swear the sound couldn't be any more harmonious.
our shadows greet our silhouettes against the sand as the sun sinks below the clouds, and even though our hands stay safely by our sides, I just know I've never felt as close to you as I had right in that very instant in time.
the sky screamed beauty against the luminescent skyline; it taunted me;
reminding of what I must wait for. but as the skyline shined, so did my hope.
false hope maybe, but a glimpse of it nonetheless.
As the night grew darker and my skin crawled with the chill of a Fall night,
I looked to the sky to see only three stars lit in the sky.
side by side they drew a line, pointing the direction to you and I.
I point this out only because as I became lost in my thoughts on the drive back home, I looked to the sky once more...saw three stars lit just like before...only this time, one star jumped from his place in line, to point my direction...back to you.
seems the stars were in favor of us tonight.
Written: July 10, 2009
Inspiration: Nick Spencer
I want your mind to be my sanctuary. A place I can just be myself, because I already know what you're thinking about me; and it's beautiful.
I want your hands to be only the missing pieces to mine, so that the day they become intertwined, we both can gaze in awe of the masterpiece that had lay before us all this time.
I want your lips to be the only thing keeping me feeling like I once did; at the beginning of this all. The feeling of a child - when uncertainty was beauty and beauty was uncertain. That's a whole different kind of butterfly effect.
I want your smile to become engraved in my memories. Anything less would only be heartbreaking.
I want your eyes to be my wonderland. Bright as the stars, and mysterious as what lies behind them, I would only become lost in them. Lost in my wonderland...sounds euphoric.
And I want your heart to become my possession. Let's make a trade...
yours for mine, and mine for yours.
maybe it's not the fairest trade. I'm certain yours is cherished and more valuable than mine...but it's all I have, and all I have, is what I will certainly give to you.
your hands danced in your lap as I folded mine precariously under my arms.
strange.
how one simple action, one small comment even, can change the entire scene.
the script would be thrown out, and replaced with a new one entirely.
the roles remain the same, only now, your script is filled with action scenes.
however, it's also strange how lack of action can rip a script in half.
one so beautifully written, just torn from its bindings and thrown in a back alleyway for men to see only as garbage.
It's hard to tell where the next scene will lead us.
action scenes?
or alleyways?
your decision...
written: July 12, 2009
Inspiration: late nights that lead to inspiration. hehe
oh night, you are my best friend. the one I hold dearest to my heart.
our partings send sorrow through my veins, but I await through the blistering heat of the day to seek shelter in your darkness once more.
the cursed sun sends the moon away every sunrise, but oh does the moon shine bright as the sun sinks down at sunset, gazing upon the moon as it lowers in sheer jealousy of its beauty, and finally the moon takes its thrown in the sky...
along with the mesmeric moon comes the stars. Stars that I swear shine brighter then the heavens ever could dream of shining!
Oh night, why must I sleep through such a time as your presence? for I wish to sleep during light and gaze upon the sky when the world seems as it should be.
mystery is your essence, an essence I seek to wear proudly.
written: June 1, 2009
Inspiration: a man I will never fully have.
waiting;
wanna know the hardest part?
you never know how long the incessant teasing of time will last.
wanting;
wanna know the hardest part?
not getting what seems so reachable.
love;
wanna know the hardest part?
when waiting and want become intertwined.
written:
Inspiration: I had hurt him (being aware of it at least) for the first time.
she whistled a sad tune as her feet scrape the concrete at a glacial pace.
her hands ride in the bottoms of her pockets, and her fingers play with the seams as she questions exactly what seams are holding her together..and if those seams could possibly have been torn by her own action.
her words, so innocent, came out as only imprecation. and she knew from then on that the thread that once had sewn her seems shut, was now sewn through her lips so that she might not hurt him once more.
Written: December 17, 2009
Inspiration: Maxwell Jacob McKinely
his fingers swayed gently against mine as the kiss of Jack Frost
speedily faded from my chilled hand.
my hand fit so delicately in his and for some reason it was all it took to see that
in that very moment,
we were artists.
from that moment on we became the authors.
in that second we became fate itself.
even the most beautiful of words could not describe what I felt...
so I'm sorry,
but by your actions my words no longer suffice.
and honestly,
I'm quite alright with that.
<3 style="font-weight: normal;">written: October 25th, 2009
Inspiration: Nick Spencer
the breeze kissed our cheeks as we danced across quick sand.
our hair, ever-so-elegantly disheveled, danced along with us to the rhythm of our synchronized laughter. I swear the sound couldn't be any more harmonious.
our shadows greet our silhouettes against the sand as the sun sinks below the clouds, and even though our hands stay safely by our sides, I just know I've never felt as close to you as I had right in that very instant in time.
the sky screamed beauty against the luminescent skyline; it taunted me;
reminding of what I must wait for. but as the skyline shined, so did my hope.
false hope maybe, but a glimpse of it nonetheless.
As the night grew darker and my skin crawled with the chill of a Fall night,
I looked to the sky to see only three stars lit in the sky.
side by side they drew a line, pointing the direction to you and I.
I point this out only because as I became lost in my thoughts on the drive back home, I looked to the sky once more...saw three stars lit just like before...only this time, one star jumped from his place in line, to point my direction...back to you.
seems the stars were in favor of us tonight.
Written: July 10, 2009
Inspiration: Nick Spencer
I want your mind to be my sanctuary. A place I can just be myself, because I already know what you're thinking about me; and it's beautiful.
I want your hands to be only the missing pieces to mine, so that the day they become intertwined, we both can gaze in awe of the masterpiece that had lay before us all this time.
I want your lips to be the only thing keeping me feeling like I once did; at the beginning of this all. The feeling of a child - when uncertainty was beauty and beauty was uncertain. That's a whole different kind of butterfly effect.
I want your smile to become engraved in my memories. Anything less would only be heartbreaking.
I want your eyes to be my wonderland. Bright as the stars, and mysterious as what lies behind them, I would only become lost in them. Lost in my wonderland...sounds euphoric.
And I want your heart to become my possession. Let's make a trade...
yours for mine, and mine for yours.
maybe it's not the fairest trade. I'm certain yours is cherished and more valuable than mine...but it's all I have, and all I have, is what I will certainly give to you.
so I've decided from now on, everything that I write...everything that I come up with is going to be recorded in this blog so that maybe someday I might be able to bring it to life through some sort of book (Nick's Idea).
so..starting with this image.
Date taken: December 23rd, 2009
Model: Nicholas Spencer
Photographer: It was self timed
Idea: my own.
"the beauty that I always knew lied within, has finally been illuminated from that thick facade you like to call skin.
I always knew."
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