Wanting to be alone

Do things alone

Run things alone

But also

Needing him

Needing them

Needing …

Butterfly

you flutter on wings

of fanciful creation

love’s sweet nectar

sustaining your flight

with every motion

you gather together

a symphony of

soft exhaled sighs

as you float

past their eyes

you dance dreamily

across the sky

gathering their envy

into a wind

under your wings

lifting you higher

to soar above

their grasping reach

you are brightest

among them all

captivating to watch

coveted by all

fly ever higher

never to fall

my little butterfly

the beauty is.

I get my inspiration from here, from there, from yesterday, from the today's of tomorrow, from you, or from you... your lips of crimson, your eyes of silk, nibbling your teeth into my skin... don't be so sure that my writings aren't about you the days I am captured in the whispers of your voice, wrapping my fragments around waves of deep sentences, and winding thoughts of reveries... these feelings that claw at my soul wanting more, wanting you, just wanting what I can't have for which, makes me crazy

We were not demons

Or angels,

We were just

Human.

Alex Delorme

I miss you, but damnit

I don’t want to. You struck a match and set fire

to all that we held dear, to a lifetime

of love and friendship

and promises.

I want to forgive you, to give you the grace

I would hope you’d give me,

but my mouth tastes of rot.

I can’t say your name

without mourning.

- L.P. @thispoemisaboutyou

@charredluv

when the mouse was

caught by the sight of

the snoring dragon,

snoozing with his eyes wide open,

and crawled over his mighty claws,

something he had never

been able to do before,

he realized something.

"he is only dangerous

because he can become

conscious."

this is how the mouse

found it's reason for being;

consciousness.

~kairos

I’m stuck in a stage of longing

Of “the grass is always greener on the other side”

Of “hind sight is 20/20”

I am aching for the past, for missed chances, for all the things I wish I had done differently

Im longing for you

-Jaime Ciarletto (Matte Grey)

Dance With Me

Orleans

Dance with me, I want to be your partner

Can't you see, the music is just starting

Night is falling, and I am falling

Dance with me.

Fantasy could never be so giving

I feel free I hope that you are willing

Pick the beat up and kick your feet up

Dance with me

ACCEPTANCE OF A GOOD TIME

By Keith Kennedy

Long lines and lashes One sided conversations Smoked lips, dry, haggard, painted Salty breath, heir to temptation Yet, angled dress, cut to the level of deniability And swollen eyes from years of rejection A dark cocktail, something with sediment Left over after the sweetness is gone Little hopes reflected in tear-sheen Off the street lamps, off the mirror pools Of the blackened street Night time, not for decisions, for allowances Curdled tongues, no longer speaking Greasy fingers in difficult hair Wet notes passed to waiting hands And a silent trip, to dry run ecstasy Simultaneous remorse, longing, performance...

READ MORE of Keith Kennedy’s poetry.

i don’t know that there’s anything more isolating than being in a room full of people who have no idea who you are and have absolutely no desire to find out.

that girl has me wrapped around her finger and she doesn’t even know it. she’s the type of girl i’d hop on a plane for at the drop of a dime just to be in the same room as her — and i’m terrified of flying.

Gosh it hurts, still, so badly

I miss you, and I want you, and I need you

And I’d do anything to go back

-Jaime Ciarletto (Matte Grey)

always step left

When I mean to go right

And I always take a step after

Hoping to be out of sight

Before I turn around

Double back so fast

My feet don't touch the ground.

you’re the reason why I left