Remember

Remember this imperfect love. Imprint it on your heart. Grasp it fiercely and posses it's quality. Never let it flutter away. Keep it, for it is all we truly own. Embrace the invisible melody this enamored symphony of love creates.

Deception.

A shadow in pitch darkness is impossible at best
A figure made of light is your faith at true test
I walked in an alley filled with unholy things
I loved a sand man who couldn’t hold my ring
A hog that can fly is every pessimists dream
A kiss with no lips is a bee with no sting
I watched my thoughts float around me like fire fly’s at dusk
Then simultaneously combust; like a lesbian’s unnatural lust.
I stared into a hole un-bounding and old
I sauntered into a wonderland where there where no roads,
And as I walked down them I surely became lost,
For there were no signs telling me which way I ought.
I lived amongst this perplexity for many an hour.
Bewildered and found in the cocoon I once cowered.
I retraced my steps to the road without direction and was found in the lost sense of my very own deception
I loved a sand man who couldn’t hold my heart
I found a sun in the darkness and that was all I sought.

Knowing You.

I know you, I have known you for a while now and I know you well.
You are the hand that embraces mine
The eyes that watch my sleeping figure
The smile that reassures my every apprehension
You are the body that shields my own,
but this hour; this indistinct hour I don’t know that I know you at all.
There is a part of you that I cannot see.
A part so well hidden from me.
Enclosed in a skull, floating in your very own shell of uncomfortable secrets.
That place, muted and so full of sound.
Your very own resonance. It guffaws at my ignorance. It questions my silence.
It feeds my curiosity with the words your mouth so choose.
and I taste the bitter afterbirth of every admission you try and swallow
I know you, I know every part of you that I dare recognize. and the others?
The others I sheathe within my own sheltered skull, your ignorance the very same as
mine. I know you.

Lack Luster

Eyes sparkle like sapphire stones

Sweet lips glistening; Tragedy prone.

Hips sway mockingly from side to side.

His heart grows bitter; her very presence makes him quiver

A voice filled with haunting desire.

Assuming in every way; this fortress is my empire.

Great at a game I was not meant to play, poisoned by extremities that should have never traveled my way.

I am lust in the flesh, a walking contradiction.

I am the remains of a disease someone left in a pool that a young girl swam in.

Wicked with a blind eye to all that is right.

Wrong with an open heart to anyone willing to fight.

I am a honey sweet sting; taste my sin.

I am glass, shattered; I glimmer with a lustrous emotion.

I was adolescent and it wasn’t a choice.

Yet it burned so deep to hear the screams of my ever-silent voice.

Rough hands. Soft skin. Young body. No oxygen.

Tainted mind, heavy tears.

Hypothesis that form no conclusion.

This I know. That I fear will be the story of her life written in scars, hidden by skin, vivid to only her and him.

By Eboni Gonzalez & Tiffani Hilliard

Just smell the flowers.

"It is more enjoyable to smell the magnolias and let them thrive than to posses them and watch them die."

-Me

‎"The life of a writer is lonely and vain no person can see that you're really just grammatically insane."

-Me

Frantic ballet

Kiss my fingertips, breathe my skin. Caress the palms of my hands; let's dance the movements of love again. Lock into my stare. Don't dare look away, its bitter outside but its warm in your embrace. Give me your nature in all of its entirety. If I beg you to stop, I'v lost my sanity. Be the everything that my mind believes you are, let go of foolish logic let's become what we are. Race me to the finish line. We are lions after prey. Wash away my persperation with your own, we are one this way. Taste the wanting of exctasy as we dance this frantic ballet. Now lay me down once again as you painstakingly pull away. Smile with those eyes. yes your masterpiece fully complete; He who greets with fire and ice never to much of either one. Now hold me tighter than before and trace the paintings of my skin. How addictive the feel of you. My personal artist and I your paper victim.