ღMax
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Post by ღMax on Jul 11, 2010 20:27:42 GMT -5
Poetry, ramblings, and stories. Nothing much els to say.
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ღMax
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Post by ღMax on Jul 11, 2010 20:28:18 GMT -5
How is it possible to break an already broken heart? Or is it only possible to grind the shards under one’s foot in the dust? To step on them and break them until only dust is left?
Is it possible to crush a heart until it can beat no longer? For the heart to get so tightened by despair and grief that it ceases to try? The pulses of blood slow, until finally the broken, bruised heart can no longer go on.
Is it possible that the mere mention of a name can take your breath like a punch to the stomach? And that every mention makes it harder to breathe, until you suffocate?
And worse…is it possible to still live with a broken, bruised, crushed heart and emptied lungs? After pain prevails, can you survive?
Yes.
And while this person, broken and bruised and shattered and hopeless lives on, is it possible for the heart to mend? Is it possible that the lungs will learn to take in air again, and for the heart to learn to beat?
I don’t know; for my heart is still in pieces, and no one has come along to stitch it back together. My lungs no longer remember how to breathe deeply…I do not know if they ever will again. My heart is still scarred beyond recognition, and the damage may be irreversible.
I fear that I will forever be alone, mending myself only to fall apart again.
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Post by ღMax on Jul 11, 2010 20:31:49 GMT -5
Forgive me dear stranger, For I had forgotten The way your smile curves. Up to the left, It clears my mind So that I must search for words.
Forgive me my friend, For I had forgotten The way that your eyes shine. The blue-gray ice That melts my heart, And makes me want you as mine.
Forgive me my dear, For I had forgotten The way you tower over me. I feel so petite And I can’t help but think; Surely you can see?
Forgive me my love, For I have remembered The reasons why I love you.
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Post by ღMax on Jul 11, 2010 20:37:32 GMT -5
The image I hold of you Is most precious to me. Your eyes hold me captive, Vibrant in color.
I feel and see your color, Like an explosion of beauty That overwhelms my senses And leaves me helpless.
I try to hold your image In the palm of my hands – But to my utter horror, The colors begin to fade.
Your hair fades first, The chestnut now as clear as air. Next comes the beautiful tan skin, Fading slowly from my memory.
Your eyes go next – The blue fades from sky to ice And then to snow. Tears fall, and I am helpless.
All that’s left is a thin outline, Until even that is gone. Only your voice remains – Memory does it no justice.
And so the deep pool of my memory becomes shallow As all that’s left of you is taken from me.
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Post by ღMax on Jul 11, 2010 21:40:06 GMT -5
A Memory...
His arms were warm against hers. He held her close, her back against his chest, their hands clasped together in front of her. The light of the sinking sun shone in through the window of the abandoned house, making her eyes shimmer. The two teens inhaled at the same time, and the scents of cedar and wood smoke permeated the air around them. He rested his chin on her shoulder, his cheek against the skin of her neck.
“Bear’s gone.” His voice broke the gentle silence of the room. She hummed in response, looking at him from the corner of her eye. He unwrapped his arms from around her, their fingers still clasped softly together. He drew her softly from the small room, and out the back door. Silence was broken now only by the soft sounds of their footsteps.
A trail led through the lush greenery to a winding creek, and farther still to a small springhouse. The little hut was roughly made, cracks visible in and between the pieces of wood that made the walls. Both teens were tall, but neither had any problem getting into the springhouse. The floor went halfway between the walls, with an opening made for water to be retrieved easily.
She leaned quietly against the far wall while he lifted his hands towards her. One alighted on her cheek, the other on the wall behind her. He shifted his weight to one foot, a soft smile gracing his lips. His healthily built frame blocked the light from the doorway, making his outline glow in a way that was almost angelic. His gray eyes met hers, and the smile he held softened even more.
“Girl, you’re beautiful.” His words made blood rush to her cheeks, and her gaze fell. She could not stop the smile that forced its way to her thin lips. A shaky laugh bubbled out of her mouth.
“You think so?” Her voice was quiet, almost shy. She shifted from one foot to the other with a half smile on her lips. When he nodded in reply to her words, she blushed even deeper.
She ducked her head down, strands of chestnut colored hair falling to hide her eyes. His fingers grazed her face gently as he brushed her hair back again. He put a finger under her chin, lifting her gaze to meet his.
“C’mon, girl…Don’t start hiding from me now.” His voice was soft, husky, and his eyes were imploring. “You’re too pretty to hide your eyes.” Those words made her turn even redder still as silence overcame the teens once more.
The elder of the two moved away from the wall of the springhouse, and towards the doorway. She glanced back at him, a teasing smile on her lips, and crossed back across the creek. Helplessly, he followed her, his warm hand reaching out to grasp hers. Hot and cold clashed where their hands met, and their footsteps were once again the only sound that broke the silence.
He led her into the empty house again, looking at the carvings of names that had been placed on the walls over time, until little blank space was left. He pushed open a door, which led to a small room with one window that made visible the little springhouse, and a fireplace on the far right, long since filled in. On the left was a small doorway. Gently, he pushed her through, pressing her back to the wall. She began to protest, alarmed by his sudden and unusual actions. He put a finger to her lips, silencing her.
“Look up.” He whispered. The two teens lifted their eyes to a hold in the ceiling. The attic was visible, as were two large bats, sleeping up above them. Her breath escaped her in a shocked exhale. Above the bats was another hold, showing the few stars that had flickered into view. She continued to look at them until he pulled her away from the closet wall, and into another tiny room that overlooked the wooded area behind the old house.
His arms once again wrapped around her, one hand in hers, the other holding her close. She felt his breath ruffling her hair, sending a welcome shiver down her spine. His warmth drew her closer, and her eyes closed. It was in this moment of comfort that she realized that they may never see each other again after these last hours together.
She pulled away from him, pulling a small pink camera from her pocket. She lifted it, grinning at his amused face. He put his hands in his pockets, smiling softly. With a flash, she ingrained his picture into her camera, as well as her memory. A chuckle escaped his lips as he stepped closer. He pushed her hands down, pulled her closer, and then did something that she had wished for since the moment she met him.
He pressed his lips to hers. They were warm and full against her cold lips. The kiss was simple, chaste, warm, beautiful, shy, bold, everything, nothing…and over all too soon. Words escaped her as he pulled away, a gentle half smile gracing those lips. Silently, her camera lifted again, capturing that beautiful moment for eternity.
As if the kiss had never happened, his arms wrapped around her once more. She leaned into the embrace gently, eyes closed, a soft smile on her face.
“You’ll miss me.” He broke the silence with those words, those three simple syllables breaking her defenses wholly and completely. Three small words that made the ache in her heart begin. Eleven letters that rang in her ears and haunted her even months after, that made her realize that he was right.
And as the two teens parted ways, she could only hope that miss her as much as his absence tormented her. And she still prays nightly that she’ll see him again, and that he misses her too.
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Post by ღMax on Jul 24, 2010 22:03:23 GMT -5
Spin me in circles Upside down All around Until I cannot see The way you feel for me I see double Two of you – This one That one But which is true? Tell me please I cannot tell Have I fallen For a heart that isn’t free? Or do you hide from me?
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