Jam66

I don't want to say "I love you", Because my words will make it real Make my love for you actual Palpable and ,worst of all, breakable. My love would manifest itself Like a sheet of glass between us That you could shatter with The slightest touch. I don't want to say "I love you", Because those words don't show The truth to you They don't show how important You truly are to me That I want to wake up every day And fall asleep every night With you by my side . I don't want to say "I love you", Because you might return the same words to me. And we would love together Our hearts growing as one But tragedy might strike And you might be taken fr

I walk into the only post office in my town, and I buy a sheet of postage stamps for letters I never send. Instead of walking through the park, I sit and write the letters, the ones that I don't put the postage stamps on. It always comes down to paper, or rather, the excess of it. I can't seem to prune the entanglements formed back in those times; The times when I had the time to pick flowers when they first burst into bloom, In crackling fields of poppy, the sudden scent of tulips in long-abandoned plots in couples' gardens; Until all of the couples bought their own homes instead of just renting. It seems like that's what I do, I am always

The continents will all invert themselves before your very eyes This world will die and rebirth itself in a single breath And all of the clandestine truths will be revealed at last When the mountains finally gut themselves before us And tumbling pebbles coalesce, to form our own image Grotesquely warped beyond our capabilities of recognition The oceans will crackle with tenderly administered corruption Before bursting into a prism of colour To cleanse, to drown, to burn its aggressors as a whole Trees will finally walk, freed from their bonds of malnutrition Fuelled by the fertilizer of forgotten branches, displaced roots An army of brown

when you look at her, do you see her? or do you look through her, to the girl at the bar, with a sparkle in her eyes, who makes you feel so very strong, so very handsome, when she kisses you and reminds you what it feels like to be young? when you lie by her side, do you feel her as you touch her skin? or do you think of the girl at the bar, with the skin soft as silk and passion enough to rally armies to her cause? do you wonder what her cause is, or consider the cause you’ve chosen for yourself? when you forget her, in the moment, to daydream of the girl at the bar, of her nymphet charm and what love you would make to your dark darl

Where where have all those dreams gone those that filled a young mind and heart those that would keep me awake at night with the wanderlust for coming days, adventures where did they all go to? my once upon a times have faded into the dimness an' I look back with the eyes of age, tired an' weary but I wonder yet, where did all those dreams go to? I dont know the answers, have forgotten most of the questions but I will always wonder where my dreams an' years've gone to

I'll find you... In your last hour... I'll find you... Don't worry, i won't get lost... I know the way... I always know the way... I'll save you... Through pain and suffering... I'll save you... You're asking for what and why? It's pointless... There is no answer... I'm the eternal judge... I'm your destiny... I'm Death...

What is fear when held up to faith: it is the sum of every human life minus the ones that are not, all over Eden squared. Nothing you say will change it, because you cannot, cannot, cannot. At least that's what we(I) tell each other(myself). And the brambles that become suffocating, smashing through pipes and shredding concrete will never stop devouring. They will never stop being hungry. It is their persistence I admire, nothing more. I am supposed to use more than one, be more than one, encompass the everlasting landscape until pollution corrals me back into place, like a shepherd and his annoying, useless flock of sheep. Unfortunately it

I like to think we passed each other on the way down from wherever it was we came from Paused, drank each other in, before our descent The equivalent of a nostalgic smile, exchanged between two old friends, mother and daughter, mentor and successor Perhaps- Maybe we stopped on the staircase, stared at each other's selected visage And maybe, I concealed a sharp inhalation At her beauty While she flushed and uttered a few soft words to fill the quiet apprehension Before we came here Then, we suggested our parting, and it was time We avoided looking, for somehow it seemed an intrusion of the worst sort, a violation And maybe I turned around, b

Darkness is everywhere. Darkness is everything. We spend our entire lives in darkness; but we don't notice because of the light. It comes and distracts us from the stifling blackness, showing us things we want to see, telling us things we want to hear, teaching us what's real, and what isn't. But the darkness is still there. The light just hides it. Light isn't a spectacular eraser that gets rid of the evil, it's just some whiteout that we use to cover it up. The darkness is there, and it stays there, until it finally decides to claim us in one way or another. It consumes everything that light's rays don't touch. And when the light goes out,