what i must not say. by KnightlyRenegade, literature
Literature
what i must not say.
Isn't it odd? I could resort to elaborate, eloquent terms,
I could confuse you with idioms, metaphors and hyperboles,
I could stall you with long-winded passages, just to disguise
those three words for the sake of pride.
But in the end, you don't even need to listen to me,
need not find meaning in my maze of words,
to know that I miss you.
We fall for a girl, and we become excruciatingly aware that we're in the presence of an angel. Why do we never notice, even when we're hurt, that the angel has returned to the heavens, and left the body behind?
It's too big to measure by KnightlyRenegade, literature
Literature
It's too big to measure
Some call it a small world. I think it's too large. It's a big world, when I can stand right in front of you, and feel something rise in my chest as you smile; to be less than a foot from you, and not know just how large of a distance lies between us.
his smile was painfully stapled into her mind
and no such thing as a smile-remover existed. so it stayed, twisted and stained on the existence she called life. there were strands of her hair all over her face and sad little stories painted on her bones, but what she had was what she lost. [the only thing she she didn't want to escape her, did] his smile couldn't be erased in any manner, but hers had already disappeared.
-
An empty shell, he thinks,
as he remember putting his arms around her,
while hers lay limp to the sides.
he sits on the edge of the balcony,
feet waving to pedestrians 197 feet below,
and he wipes a tear from her sm
you see, don't you? by KnightlyRenegade, literature
Literature
you see, don't you?
"normal words seem too lackluster
to describe her."
"i see"
"do you?
do you really see the boy with his head lost in the clouds?
because he sees her form in every raindrop
sees her forest eyes refract through every molecule of water
and hears her voice every time the thunder crackles beside his ear, and the lightning flashes stoke his body into frenzied fervor.
as he wishes for nothing, but to watch her in her entirety"
do you?
because she doesn't.
Tomorrow will be a better day. by KnightlyRenegade, literature
Literature
Tomorrow will be a better day.
Tomorrow tomorrow will be a better day.
The horizon tries to make me believe it's true.
I can't suppress a question that hammers on my forehead:
"how can I believe that?"
i'm emptying a growing armful of tears into the sea.
pushing weak breaths back into my lungs.
claustrophobia fills my bones,
i just want to break out of this tight skin,
and run with the sun dogs,
returning only on the days before a blue moon.
i sit right at the water's edge,
toes buried into the moist sand,
knees to my chin,
and sprawled hands to the side,
continuously swirling her name in calligraphy,
as the foam washes her away.
the whipping cream fr
what i must not say. by KnightlyRenegade, literature
Literature
what i must not say.
Isn't it odd? I could resort to elaborate, eloquent terms,
I could confuse you with idioms, metaphors and hyperboles,
I could stall you with long-winded passages, just to disguise
those three words for the sake of pride.
But in the end, you don't even need to listen to me,
need not find meaning in my maze of words,
to know that I miss you.
We fall for a girl, and we become excruciatingly aware that we're in the presence of an angel. Why do we never notice, even when we're hurt, that the angel has returned to the heavens, and left the body behind?
It's too big to measure by KnightlyRenegade, literature
Literature
It's too big to measure
Some call it a small world. I think it's too large. It's a big world, when I can stand right in front of you, and feel something rise in my chest as you smile; to be less than a foot from you, and not know just how large of a distance lies between us.
his smile was painfully stapled into her mind
and no such thing as a smile-remover existed. so it stayed, twisted and stained on the existence she called life. there were strands of her hair all over her face and sad little stories painted on her bones, but what she had was what she lost. [the only thing she she didn't want to escape her, did] his smile couldn't be erased in any manner, but hers had already disappeared.
-
An empty shell, he thinks,
as he remember putting his arms around her,
while hers lay limp to the sides.
he sits on the edge of the balcony,
feet waving to pedestrians 197 feet below,
and he wipes a tear from her sm
you see, don't you? by KnightlyRenegade, literature
Literature
you see, don't you?
"normal words seem too lackluster
to describe her."
"i see"
"do you?
do you really see the boy with his head lost in the clouds?
because he sees her form in every raindrop
sees her forest eyes refract through every molecule of water
and hears her voice every time the thunder crackles beside his ear, and the lightning flashes stoke his body into frenzied fervor.
as he wishes for nothing, but to watch her in her entirety"
do you?
because she doesn't.
Tomorrow will be a better day. by KnightlyRenegade, literature
Literature
Tomorrow will be a better day.
Tomorrow tomorrow will be a better day.
The horizon tries to make me believe it's true.
I can't suppress a question that hammers on my forehead:
"how can I believe that?"
i'm emptying a growing armful of tears into the sea.
pushing weak breaths back into my lungs.
claustrophobia fills my bones,
i just want to break out of this tight skin,
and run with the sun dogs,
returning only on the days before a blue moon.
i sit right at the water's edge,
toes buried into the moist sand,
knees to my chin,
and sprawled hands to the side,
continuously swirling her name in calligraphy,
as the foam washes her away.
the whipping cream fr
i'm a bit of an artsy person, a bit of a wordy person.
so yes. here i am. :D
???: welcome, Renegade
KnightlyRenegade: why, thank you, mysterious voice :D