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Atoms and Cells

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There is this burning in my belly,

This aching in my breast.

I struggle to keep my heart contained

Within my chest.

It is just the thought of you,

For you are not even near.

It’s just my atoms

And cells

Retain

The body of you.

Come home.

My heart will not stay still much longer

For

It is not where it belongs.

It’s just

What I must endure

While I am

Imagining

You here.

I am

Aching and breathing.

I am

Aching and dreaming.

*choleintodiamonds* originally posted

October 2015

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Write

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She begs him 
Write for her 

Morning, noon and night

Of dreams and things to come

Of the past

To reach inside himself

Release restraints and doubts

And make her feel those things

She has never felt

To turn her inside out 

Peel away illusions.

Show her.

Immerse her in worlds beyond talk or action;

Where the mind no longer

Exists.

Shallow End

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Multidimensional.

None of us are who we seem to be.

We walk around in the shallow end of 

Ourselves

Waiting for the tide to come in,

For the ocean itself 

To come to us.

Hesitant.

Unsure of our desires, our heartbeat, our 

thoughts.
When we should just run

And laugh and

Scream with joy as we

Leap,

As we

We rush in 

Overhead.

We are so much more.

So very much more.

Winter Morning

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Writing this winter morning.

Thoughts so flitting,

Floating.

Coffee steaming,

Warming.

Snuggled in a blanket looking

Out frosted windows.

The kitty does not know what she wants

Jumping on my lap,

Then down.

I lose myself for moments

Distracted by the sunrise 

Over distant mountains.

On beats my heart a little louder.

Once again it grows stronger.

I recognize my courage.

She Thought.

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She thought.

She did not think.

She loved.

She believed she loved.

She thought she was awake.

She was only dreaming

So

Here she lies staring

At the ceiling.

And

Sleep evades her

This darkest night

As so many nights before.

Once again she tosses and turns,

Unpleasant thoughts raging inside her brain.

More often than not this bed is no friend.