Tuesday, March 24, 2015

True Love


Authenticity
Has no expiration date no matter how long it is left alone,
Resting at the bottom of a vacant heart,
Waiting anxiously on its lover to return,
Pick it up and twirl it around again.





Monday, March 23, 2015

The denial in evolution




Its real when your reflection is one in the same
Your hands feel like his
Breath taste like hers
We share bodies
Ribs
Hearts
Souls in physical form
They do not speak of the pain undergone during a mutation
Death in slow motion
Decaying of pure untouched chromosomes
They say mimicry is the highest form of flattery
Flattery became flat
Our addiction to the cycle created a mutant that is no longer daughters to our nucleus  
We abused our selves’ cells

No one ever speaks of the relationship after mitosis 



Thursday, March 5, 2015

Nursery Love



Dear Jack,

Remember me when your well runs dry,

for I will not be there assisting in fetching more water.

For every stumble, trip, or fall you make my heart comes tumbling after.

Your crown has broken too many times,

you mustn't be a king.

Just a clumsy prince who has yet to realize how to care for his values.

-Love Jill


Monday, March 2, 2015

Message in a bottle

Dear lost one,
 
I am the isolation from all that stress.
Don't I look breathtaking?
So take it
come breathe me in,
Lay under the stars with me,
Climb down my long limed trees,
Burry your feet into my warm sand,
Let my sun kiss your skin.
I miss the feeling of flesh in my sea.
Miss the feeling of being seen as paradise,
A place plastered on brochures and billboards.
They do not tell of how tired you will grow of me.
How after so long they wish to go home.
A place that actually holds souls other then their own.
There are so many souls that have been lost here.
I wish I could have saved them.
Bodies to weak to swim past my stong waves, wash up on my shore.
I was never really a vacation resort instead the last resort until depression.
A small get away from all your problems.
And there will forever be bitter sweet memories of me.
Half of you hating reality while the other missing the aroma of my fantasy.
Just remember paradise on earth has always only been proposed as temporary.
 
Sincerely,
Island