I wish I was multilingual,
because then I would have more than 2 ways to tell you,
“Te quiero… I love you.”
Even then, I’m not that great at speaking,
so maybe I could write for you…
Write over 1000 words to create one picture,
of you and I sitting in a field of rose bushes and tulips,
sipping on lemonade and watching the sunset…
err, that’s to say, if I were to ever write about you…

I wish I weren’t as awkward as I am right now,
If I was smooth, I could tell you how I truly feel without having to,
pause and make random dinosaur noises to get my wits up…
I wish I were a little more mature,
It gets tiring sometimes trying to be your superhero, 
and save you from trouble like I was Peter Parker,
and you were Mary Jane,
besides, you’re prettier than she was anyway…
I kinda wish I wasn’t into cheesy pick up lines.
Next time I see you, pretend you don’t know me,
so I can ask if I know you, and then say,
“I swear you were the woman of my dreams…”

I wish you were my Juliette, I’d be your Romeo…
I’d sneak to see you on starry nights, 
calling you out to your balcony…
We would fall in love, and forever be known as “star-crossed lovers..”
or not…
I kinda wanna last to see our golden years, if you don’t mind…
I wish I was the tide, and you were the shore,
Each time we kissed,
life would spawn, the Earth would shift, 
and we would fall further into love….

But for now…
I’m a little awkward…
So my sneaked glances, and the way I,
st-st-stutter when I speak to you,
is just my way of saying…
“Te quiero… I love you….” 

- http://hopelessly-poetic.tumblr.com/

So cash in all your chips tonight baby
Cause were going out of style.
We could leave this city, if only for a while.
Well take this feeling to our graves
For every heart that we betrayed.
No one can know about this.
Well take this feeling to our graves
For every heart that we betrayed.
No one can know about this.

The only place ill ever call home, is my deathbed.

I know we’re so wrong
But it feels so right.
And its not a party,
If it happens every night.
I’m running on empty,
Your running out of luck.
So lets ditch this city,
Before we sober up

- Oli Sykes, Bring Me the Horizon Count Your Blessings (2006)

Am I the beast?
I feel my heart, my fire, my beat.
My dear, I must feast. 
Am I the man that searches for love
Or for sex.
Do I want to leave people hollow and used-
Or leave them as my past shadow.
Am I the beast that hunts at night,
The one who looks for the weak, the straggler.
I’ll use you as my muse.
I’ll leave you used. 
Lips still rouge,
And your heart bruised.
I’m the beast.
Hidden, not to be seen,
Till you have mistaken me-
For someone clean,
Someone neat,
Sweet,
Complete,
A wild dream.
By then I will have had my feast.
I will have your heart beat-
Forever- for me.
I am the beast.
Pray we do not meet.

- http://cleverryan.tumblr.com/

psychedelicanomaly:

Water to my wilderness

The wending waves of soul saved song

Entangling a heart still racing fast

Across a streaming desert sand

The spray now in my eyes, the grit

So fine and dry to dust the lashes

‘Cross the back that falls beneath

The reign of that falls from crying eyes

Spilling now with blood soaked fears

Water to my wilderness, a word from

Shattered tongue, the fragments fall

Down to my face and in the desolation

Echoes sounds of water striking

Hallowed ground.

Shandi Bleiken 2012

- http://psychodelicanomely.tumblr.com/

littlehonesties:

here’s how the practiced conversation goes in my head:

(the words, they slip away each time.)

- http://littlehonesties.tumblr.com/

I flung my words over stars, 

where they loosely smiled.

I hung them around the crescent moon, 

and they were embraced 

as the chords of a lasso.

Together we watched the waves, 

as they kissed the shore, 

and crashed over our bare feet.

Your head felt warm against mine. 

So I pulled myself closer to your broad frame, 

and curled into your chest. 

I smiled loudly against your shoulder. 

You heard it—and pulled my chin up gently. 

With eyes still closed, 

my lips danced against yours. 

Our noses fell softly into each other, 

like nooks to a puzzle. 

My fingers hesitantly searched

your dry curls for loose secrets. 

Toes interweaved in cold sand.

Fingers held tightly in soft places.

I lost myself to you, tonight. 

I whispered my soul to you, 

and I knew you heard me.

- http://whisperingofdawn.tumblr.com/

Walking behind two ordinary boys,

Focused in on their hands touching,

But only slightly, not once clutching

In case they provoke outraged noise.

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And it’s a precious moment but desperately sad too,

Not being able to show their love like they should do.

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Walking behind a lady and a man

holding each other, letting all see

their accepted, orthodox ecstasy 

just because they know they can.

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And it’s still a majestic sight, but there is sadness below it,

‘Cause others feel the same, but are too scared to show it.

- http://rosiethewriter.tumblr.com/

How else can I say this…. It’s been 2 years of ups and downs and rights and lefts. TWO YEARS! of crazyness and zanyness and sillyness.

TWO YEARSI of loving you so much! TWO YEARS! with the best girlfriend I could ever ask for, and TWO YEARS! with my best friend. We’ve both changed so much these past two years, for the better, for the most part, I justhope that we grow up together even more. I want to be a part of your life, and you a part of mine. I just hope you feel the same way

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TWO YEARS! SARAH, IT’S BEEN TWO YEARS, I DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS…. but it’s awesome!

Your shadow’s taller

Than you, that doesn’t make you

Any better, sorry.

- http://poems-and-lyrics.tumblr.com/

- http://accidentalmessup.tumblr.com/ (May 28, 2012)