your name was honeydew
i called you honey
the tip of your tongue held bewitching words
that reached my core and sweetened it.
your smooth British accent wove its way to my brain and drizzled sweet nothings into my clockwork.
everything slowed and the smell of summer
with spices in the air overwhelmed us and you took me. Honey and summer never tasted so good.
The spark lit a fire that could not be quenched.
The beach sand, cooled by the night, and engraved by our bodies, welcomed us and the night air enveloped our embrace.
I ran into you the other night
Saw you across a smoke-covered dance floor
Prowling towards me, trying to win me over
The profane words attempt to be flattering
You smell just like you used to
A mixture of vanilla cigars and deceit
I used to sway when you held my gaze
Your intoxicating power would enthrall me
Wrapping your deceptive arms around me
I try to fight off the bittersweet memories
The sugary lies drip smoothly from your tongue
Believing that I will fall for your charms like before.
Woke up this morning, disoriented
As always, you left me feeling unsettled
My shirt smells of your skin
The same skin that I used to burn
the effervescence trapped
inside
this confining wrapper,
sloshing around
sinuously corroding
the contorted innards.
the puzzle undone
left
to be finished by somebody else
who yields the power
to stop the lingering acerbic questions.
caught in limbo
with a leaden feeling,
rolling ashen haze
perplexing the senses
into paralysis .
the twisting maze
disabling the senses
leaving one disoriented,
an achromatic flavor
entangling the body
trapping the mind
in a static bind.
Fear;
an object of devotion
turned into sarcasm
and revulsion
leaking from every orifice
and black liquid seeps through the crevice
filling the chasm
which was once whole.
like a snake, it
slinks in the sinews of suffering
scorning the sensibility that succeeded.
Afraid;
the palpitating pulse has control
offering the possibility of a vicious verity
to the shriveled soul
which would cease to subsist
if forced with a villainy to coexist-
this heart needs no charity-
but the heart to be audacious.
You linger on my mind for a second longer than it takes to dig through the soil and bury your name,
squeezed too hard until punctured lungs collapsed, seeping through crevices,
leaving your copper corpse limp in my bewildered arms.
I stretched towards you in my memory of yesterday,
cracked open the elastic labyrinth and searched carefully, monocle to eye
but ash-gray bottles with vile venom skewed your shadow, leaving you a blurry vision as
I chew my nails to the bone, dying to fix my life through death.
My bitter-tasting feelings spilled out, bleeding over the wrinkled paper
smearing words, thoughts, and memories-
asking the neig
Cigar smoke of vanilla flav'ring
With off-white tip pressed to petal-soft lips
Whispered truthful deceptions and fantasies.
My heavy-hearted lungs inhaled deeply
Grey, swirling fog of a nicotine siren
Sung my droopy-eyed lids into a lullaby
Making me believe the cotton-heavy dreams of tomorrow.
But the tapping of heels against lemon-bitter concrete
Pulls the harp strings of my memory
And that unique swirling scent intoxicates the snow-white mind,
Vanilla venom mixed with just enough black magic to bewitch,
Poisons the senses, tugging the safety-blanket feelings away.
Window-high hopes fell from the seventh story,
Trying to ca
You just stood there
While I cut through my chest
And wrenched my heart-
Barely beating-
From my dented ribcage
And gently held it out to you.
You just stood there
Watched me crumble
My heart turned to dust
No longer recognizable,
A fine powder
That blew away
In the cold December wind.
You just stood there
Watching a train wreck-
Merely a spectator-
Peering through the cracked window…
Watched me
Fall down the stairs-
Not able to pick myself up again-
You blinked, ignoring my plea
No sympathy.
You just stood there
Watched me bleed freely
Reaching for the tourniquet
Grasped tightly in your hand-
Your eyes lacking hum
your name was honeydew
i called you honey
the tip of your tongue held bewitching words
that reached my core and sweetened it.
your smooth British accent wove its way to my brain and drizzled sweet nothings into my clockwork.
everything slowed and the smell of summer
with spices in the air overwhelmed us and you took me. Honey and summer never tasted so good.
The spark lit a fire that could not be quenched.
The beach sand, cooled by the night, and engraved by our bodies, welcomed us and the night air enveloped our embrace.
You're so intoxicating
I can't think anymore
I'm confused when you're around
You blurr my vision and
kill my senses.
I'm lost in all that is you.
I'm addicted to your poisoned kisses
I know it's wrong, but can't leave the unforgotten.
You charmed me with your magic flute
and entranced me with your gaze.
Your wicked brown eyes enthralled
me and pulled me into the haze.
I have tasted the wine made of
hell's juiciest grapes. It was sweet, but bitter
to the core! You have made me change
into the beast that you see pleading before you.
You are my deadliest enemy and my
truest allly. Though you've ill deceived me,
I'm at your b
You linger on my mind for a second longer than it takes to dig through the soil and bury your name,
squeezed too hard until punctured lungs collapsed, seeping through crevices,
leaving your copper corpse limp in my bewildered arms.
I stretched towards you in my memory of yesterday,
cracked open the elastic labyrinth and searched carefully, monocle to eye
but ash-gray bottles with vile venom skewed your shadow, leaving you a blurry vision as
I chew my nails to the bone, dying to fix my life through death.
My bitter-tasting feelings spilled out, bleeding over the wrinkled paper
smearing words, thoughts, and memories-
asking the neig
Current Residence: my crazy, insane world=crazy is more fun! MP3 player of choice: Creative Vision: M Personal Quote: "Never regret. If it's good, it's wonderful. If it's bad, it's experience.&
Favourite Movies
Sound of Music
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
ABBA
Favourite Writers
poet: Eminescu, writer: J.K. Rowling
Tools of the Trade
pencil or pen
Other Interests
dancing, reading, writing poetry, listening to music.
Yup-I stole this from Jessy:
I tag everybody who clicked on this journal's update.
1. What did you do in 2007 that you'd never done before?
I went out dancing. I usually just went to my studio, but I actually went out!
2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
Um...kind of? Sooner or later they got fulfilled.
3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
No.
4. Did anyone close to you die?
Not close to me, but close to my father.
5. What countries did you visit?
Romania-YAY!
6. What would you like to have in 2008 that you lacked in 2007?
Determination and improvement.
7. What date from 2007 will
So...no spoilers.
Just wanted to say that I LOVED THE MOVIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's the best so far and it is VERY well written in my opinion!
I think everyone should go out and see it as soon as they can!!
My friends and I went to the midnight release showing-we got to the theatre at 9 and waited for 3 hours!
It was TOTALLY worth it 'cause we got GREAT seats! Also, a couple of my friends and I were in costume and a lady from the newspaper took a picture of us...maybe we'll be in the paper?!!? :)
Anyway, amazing movie and I want to see it again...even though I was shaking 'cause I was crying so hard!!
GO SEE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Finally. I have posted a new journal after seven months. I believe 'tis a miracle. Either that or...I have just found time to do so after this long.
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I would believe only in a God that knows how to dance. ~Friedrich Nietzsche
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Nothing new to report, really. I have not had an ounce of inspiration since my last poem. I wrote one Romanian poem, but it was short and nothing above the utmost wish to get feelings onto paper again. I feel I have lost what inspiration I had. But,