Oath

The next few months hold tests of faith,
honestly, loyalty, and the up most trust.
I swear to you with all my heart, that you are all that I've searched for my whole life,
You are my everything,
You are the one.

I take this oath of love,
to convey to you my heart.
That of which, is on my sleeve,
and has been from the start.

 Your eyes they bring me comfort,
Your touch it heeds me warmth,
Your soul, your love your kisses,
all I do adore.

These next few months will linger, then end will act as a mirage,
tricking us like water in a desert, dooming, looming, and dark.
However these are the winter months, while spring is on the brink.
My love I swear to you, that I will remain this very place.

I'll keep your pillow warm at night, the spot on my bed which you have claimed,
I'll dream of places known to us, our very own escapes.
To lands of windmills and waterfalls,
Back to our summer days.
Where love has grown inside us both,
and flourished with epic haste.

My oath to you, my one true love
Is that I will not shake.
My love for you is unbreakable- I cherish our undying fate.

I'll prove to you the strength I have, and make you realize your own.
We'll dance to the beating of our hearts,
barefoot, and in the sun.

These days might seem like years at times,
I swear these words are true.
My girl, my life, my everything...
I'll whisper "I love you"
Each and every night, before I rest my head,
I'll tell the wind to tell the stars,
that I'm not moving until it's said
to you before you rest your eyes, from all your days of work.
Of writing, rhyming, wrestling with
yourself at every verse.

So fear not the distance, the miles that grow quite wide,
My kisses will build up inside,
until you're lips meet mine.

Forever seems like that
of fairy tales and princess tales,
but you are all that I've dreamt of
This love will never fail

My love for your has grown too fast,
I refuse to let it die.
For this is how I wish to feel,
for the rest of my life.

I promise to remain only yours,
in your arms I'll be again,
I love you with all my heart,
my love, my beautiful girl, my best friend.

I swear to you this oath.
My love is yours to keep,
Eternity couldn't be long enough,
Let's sew what we want to reap

Happy Holidays:)

Happy Holidays,
Merry Christmas,
Happy New Year

Cheers to a revolution of ourselves!
Change is good,

Learn from our mistakes,
Embrace the embodiment of change,
Caress the New Year,
as your time to shine

:)

TrippleMovieMultipleO's

So today I was surprise by the love of my life,
She appeared on my steps, after my morning obligations.
Her sweet kiss and embrace reminded me how in love I am.
So what did we do?
A stranger might ask,
well funny story.
It consisted of:
Hours of love making, fucking, biting, wrestling,
movies including: Alice in Wonderland - for that is my life in a shell
Magic Mike was a joke, for lesbians we remain.
and Dark Knight.
A twenty minute nap because she smothered me in kisses,
cuddles.
Nothing quite like a trip to Wegmans to buy junk food.
More kisses, hugs,
talks of tattoos...
shared laughs,
giggles.
Perfection.
This can't be happening to me,
It's too good to be true.
Her slumber graces her.
I write.
My mind in a thousand and one directions.
Maybe I should sleep
hmmm.
Not quite sure.
XXX

Rumors Fly

As rumors fly,
as always as always
The fly on the wall,
hushes their flame.

As rumors fly,
as always as always,
Believe what you may,
But you know my true fate.

As rumors fly,
as always as always,
Sweet nothings remain,
at the tip of my tongue.

Rumors are spinning,
please tell me what's new.
I know that you know me,
Better than they think you do.

Amped.

Got a job at Toby Keiths :) Shhh... it's a secret until we open!
Bartending!
Score:)

2,270 Miles 33 Hours

I am slowly decaying,
From the inside out.
My mind wanders through the dark,
and the Valley of the Shadow of Death.
I fear the evil,
that lurks behind me.
For soon enough,
Thou won't be with me.

Winter months remain the darkest,
I question my own strength.
My mind tells me in whispers of trickery,
that I am not strong enough to break this wake,
While my heart screams strength from the depths of my soul,
Deep down, I know I'm not weak.

Each mile represents a measurement of my love,
Each hour screams a lifetime- I wish to spend with you.
I can only hope that I don't slip your memory.
Forever I'll be true.

I swear with each breath that fills my fragile lungs,
You are the love of my life,
The one I searched for, now I'm done.

Because I am yours, and you are mine until the very end,
You are the best thing that has ever happened,
my lover, my best friend.

Demise might sneak upon us,
In our seperated dreams,
but each day that passes, is a day closer to our reunited schemes.

My life without you was a mess,
and now it's beautiful chaos,
With the oddest sense of order.

Our love is sewn in fields of dust, breaking shale beneath,
For our love grows when the odds are against us,
in similarities of the Joshua Tree.
Strong and beautiful, with sunlight blaring, and water traveling miles.
I'll hold your photo dear to me, until the next time I see your smile.

My love was lost, but now it's found,
A memory that will grow.
The silly little miles,
Nobody will ever seem to know
how fond we are of each other,
as they watch our true love grow.

The nights will pass the moon will peek,
on me first every night...
I'll whisper to her softly "Kiss my beautiful girl for me, and let her wings take flight"
She'lll travel through the miles
All two thousand twohundred and seventy of them,
To kiss you as you rest your eyes
while wrapping you in my warm embrace.

The spring will come before we know it,
the ground will thaw
and dew will glisten, in the morning sun.
You'll be back home, where you belong,
Our life has just begun.

SingYourHeartOut

EatYourHeartOut
FuckThat
I'm going to SingMyHeartOut
Tonight
AtSingers
10:30/11ish.
:)
TillClose

Eleven Days

In the next Eleven days,
A child will be born,
A bell will sound, of wedding vows, as laughter hits the doors,
Churches will flood with people,
from nations far and wide,
In remembrance of the little ones, who lost their fragile lives.

But there they are amongst us,
Little angels in the clouds,
Peeking down from heaven,
Making their mothers proud.
On the fourteenth day this December,
Heaven opened its doors extra wide,
To eight young boys, and twelve young girls,
And six women saving lives.

The teachers held their hands,
making a chain to Heaven's gate.
"Hush now little angels, our Lord, our Saviour awaits."

Our hearts have dropped with sadness,
For strangers we hold dear.
For Santa won't be bringing, these little children gifts this year,
But Jesus holds them closely,
Let's remember Christmas tales.
For Jesus is the bottom line,
Why Christmas day set sail.

Their Christmas will be bright,
with lights of silver and blue,
For Eleven days sets sight,
On their families warm and true.

So hold a moment of silence,
For the Angels' laughter we hear,
Send warm thoughts to their families, with kindness
As we welcome a new year.

Eleven days from then
till Christmas morning rises,
Each time your hear childrens' laughter,
embrace their gentle lives.

So smile this Christmas morning,
Since their lives are warm and well,
with Jesus in their presence,
Their lives have just set sail,
On a journey never ending,
To a place they now call Home
Their Father holds them closely,
Each and every one.

*To the children and teachers who lost their lives 12/14/12 in Newtown*

Ramble

Laying here,
Pink fuzzy robe, heat blaring, silence gracing the room.
Nothing but bare skin and booty shorts underneath this robe and the blankets on top of me.
Hair is tied up in a messy bun,
Sleep failed to exist last night-
and my hours dwindle before I am back at work.

Knowingly the hours at work will be short tonight,
no later than 10:30 or eleven.
A solo movie perhaps? To clear my mind.
Depending on the times and location.
It could be the perfect thing.

Sweedish fish and some popcorn,
A diet soda,
and solidarity.

Moments alone to clear my mind.

Until then, I will struggle to my shower and allow the heat blaze on my bare back,
Leaving streaks of red and white contrasting like a painting done by an artist,
aching in the night.

Temptation calls my name from my medicine cabinet,
From the valley,
and from the deepest depths of my soul.

I'l feed it with diet pills, caffeine and metaphoric writing
that stains my head with ridiculous mind shattering thoughts.
Ramble.

Mirage To Reality in less than 24 hours

A mirage approached me yesterday,
Her eyes were a glassy blue, her nose had this distinct little bump in the middle
-shoulders and chest covered in freckles...
Lips thin, and pink.
As she tiptoed towards me with a smile on her face, a smile scary enough to be yours,
a chilled shot up my spine making my face fill with rouge colors, and heat.

We exchanged words, and my mind was racing.
Identical in personality, looks, even went to the same school at one point.
Similarities remain consistently scary.

It was the moon staring back at me.
A night so dark and dim.
With the twinkle of a star in her eyes.
This was last night.

Today...
Visiting an old friend,
Solitary fears graced my incoherent mind.
Subconsciously worried.
Fear smacked me in the face.
Speechless.
You must have laughed as you parted from my body...
fail, cold and shaking.

It was really you this time.
A smirk from steps away.
There was no avoiding it.
I tried, and contemplated pretending I did not see the reality of the mirage from last night.
Once crystal blue eyes locked on my emerald ones I had to embrace the hello.

Yet,
Words.
They did not exist.
Rendered literally speechless for a moment.
Did you notice?
I walked away.
My mind fucked and twisted.
Inhaling the air from the stale pizza place across the food court.
I blinked, shook it off,
and entered the comic shop.

Refuge

I can only hope that those that are weak, and alone, find refuge in the night-
in the warmth of a light from a fireplace, or a Christmas tree...
The warmth of an oven baking cookies for the season,
or the warmth in words that runneth over pages... spilled, like a half consumed glass of red wine.
Warmth from that same red wine, a poison, entering our bodies.
Safety is warm, comfort is warmer-
yet there are moments where we have to be our own stability,
our own lust of Constantine.

Be safe in an angel's arms,
with the kiss of God at your shoulder blades, like wings waiting to emerge.
Take pride in all that you accomplish, for others may not see that happiness lies in your own hands...
Do not let them claim your identity,
Being you is what will make you happy,
escape the falsities of a mirage.

My hands reach to the stars, to grace the moon in her light,
They crave warmth from the sun, for those who aren't as lucky as I.
Moments will pass ever so quickly, ever too soon.
It's like the world never seems to quite end,
yet it has never seemed to begin.

Hold each moment dear,
and let go of fear, denial, and pain.
Embark on adventures that leave you to your peace,
your comfort,
your sanity.

Claim all of your dreams,
put them in a bottle with your countless teardrops,
and let them set overnight...
Your dreams will turn into fireflies -
then set them free in the spring.

Until then, watch the fireflies form in your midnight bottle.



((reference "Midnight Bottle"- Colbie Callait))

Movie

They run through the halls,
"Action"
"Cut"
"Double Time"
"MAKEUP!"
"Extras"

My life is officially a movie.
Stay tuned :)

Blurb

Fear not those who judge you,
For they are the ones who will be judged on judgement day.
Stay positive.
Know where your stand.
Know who you are,
and embrace it.

Day 5

On the fifth day,
God created the creatures of the land, skies, and seas.
Mankind was still non-existent.
Here I am,
Day five with no sleep.
Inexplicably lying here in my bed.
Nothing created, except fantasies in my head.

I am falling into the rabbit hole that we often call insomnia...
What I'd give for a fix of The Pill.
A drug.
Any drug.
Your drug.

How is it that I can lie here,
watch the sun rise on my own,
craving the heat from a soul, which is not my own.

Each and every morning I rub my eyes with twinkles of the past,
and the moment that lingers in a facade-like mist... fog.

The body is not meant to function for days on end,
yet mine refuses to shut down into a slumber.
I beg and a plead for the grace of God to grant me sleep.
Am I being punished?
I can't help but think it is possible.
For the wrongs that I've done,
yet I wonder if the punishment is mutual.

Hallucinating visions of the future-past.
Colors and songs seem to dance in front of my visage.
Streaming, gleaming,
rain falls over my body.

Water.
Droplets forming on my bare skin as I lay here,
motionless, yet unable to rest.
Restless.

A theory as to why my mind refuses refuge and peace?
Day 5.

Day 5 was the day that I knew I'd corrupt you,
That you'd hurt me,
That I'd hurt you.
That a story would be made.

Day 5 was the day that I knew I was in love with her.
Day 5 was the day that my life would change,
But I'd never forget my first Day 5.
Because my first day 5 would change my view on life.
An angel was created.
The creatures were breathed life.

Maybe God didn't sleep until day 7...