Hands speak;
dancing through the air.
Words spoken;
in silence they linger.
Two converse;
a language unknown to me.
Silence broken;
by unintelligible sounds.
I watch;
unable to join in.
Your blue eyes meet my own.
A glance;
no diversity.
But I can tell the difference.
Yours;
Sparkling with happiness;
like an undiscovered lake,
crystal clear.
Mine;
Dull with sadness;
like a stormy sky,
more gray than blue.
Even as you look,
I fight a battle with myself.
I can't live much longer like this;
loving, yet unknowing.
Please;
don't turn your blue eyes away.
I want to imagine for a minute longer that you love me.
I love how you feel
like a Billie Holiday song,
or a blues poem crammed affectionately
in my back pocket with a half-
life in cigarettes.
There is a science to our forgetfulness, maybe
it was the smoke that made you vanish, or the gin,
or maybe it was when I surpassed the proper amount
of yearning.
Walking home that night, heavy
with empty glasses and last
requests, I hummed
an old jazz tune and
surrendered to it.
Why can't people just think by sun-fire-15, literature
Literature
Why can't people just think
shhhhh.....
think
just think
why can't people think anymore
where did our minds wander to
which has held their wounder through these many years
where did it go
was it lost in the fields of bright blue open sky
which we found pictures in as children
or was it lost in the thickets of trees in which we wandered as young
our thoughts have been lost
to which we can no longer find them
we shall miss them
and wander the world woundering what we could have been with them
White petals drifting in the wind;
Whispers of those words linger,
Striving to find the answer.
"He loves me, he loves me not."
Not wanting to reach the end,
Fearful of the outcome;
The words embedded into your heart.
"He loves me, he loves me not."
Hoping "he loves me" will be last,
Fearing the latter;
It's only a silly game.
"He loves me, he loves me not."
And yet, you believe it.
Plucking the daisy vigilantly -
Desperate for the truth.
"He loves me, he loves me not."
Arriving at the last petal,
Smiling ever so gently;
The meaning found.
"He loves me."
Your blue eyes meet my own.
A glance;
no diversity.
But I can tell the difference.
Yours;
Sparkling with happiness;
like an undiscovered lake,
crystal clear.
Mine;
Dull with sadness;
like a stormy sky,
more gray than blue.
Even as you look,
I fight a battle with myself.
I can't live much longer like this;
loving, yet unknowing.
Please;
don't turn your blue eyes away.
I want to imagine for a minute longer that you love me.
I remember third grade, the year I went back to school.
You were as you are. Blond hair, glasses, and that smile.
The year I found out you liked me, and you, I.
But it's slipping away.
I remember fourth grade, the year of the erasers.
You were shy, like you are, and wouldn't sing in the musical.
The year we wrote a story together.
But I've lost that writing.
I remember fifth grade, the year of switching classes.
You were impertinent, and still are, though I forgive you.
The year we didn't say much to one another.
(And I beat you in the Roller Coaster Competition.)
But it doesn't matter if I remember.
I am now working on my new account, Turtledove21 (https://www.deviantart.com/turtledove21). You may watch me there if you want to or, for those who have been dying to get rid of me, not.
I can't work on it tomorrow, as the library is closed, but next week (Monday, Tuesday) I'll try to get here before it shuts down for the holidays.
-Kayti
All of a sudden, I really hate my username. Actually, I only picked it in the first place to make Zoe happy (I didn't really figure I'd use dA that much - please don't kill me now...)
It has nothing to do with anything, and I would punch it if it was a person.
So what would you say to my moving? I just...eh....want to.
"Yes?", "No?", or, "Don't you dare because I will virtually knife you?"
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