it comes and goes in waves by Allioness, literature
Literature
it comes and goes in waves
It came in waves and brought you with
a scent of old and blue and sin
a crack was made in space and time
and i was sent back in your arms
i felt the pressure on my skin;
breaking bones and burning lungs
with no words to hide behind
i was drowning in my mind
i smile, when i don't speak my mind
'cause if i did, you would not be looking at me like this
i find it funny, and i find it cruel,
but telling you, won't ever do.
and i feel this emptiness inside of me
this gaping hole of what used to be
i am left alone in a mourning field
of grief and sorrow for a hundred years.
she's one of those;
always chipper
fills the room,
with constant chatter.
she's one of those;
never bitter
seems to me,
her world is glitter
and when she laughs
her heart gets bigger
she's like a bird
when she chitters
she leaves behind
a trace of dust
and words so kind
they make me blush
the way she moves
she can't be trusted
she'll let you loose
just for the lust
and she can sing
like a nightingale
with a broken wing
and skin so pale
and she can dance
if you fancy it
take a chance
and take her with
-
and with her eyes
she sees the truth
and all the lies
from men in suits
these unspoken words
from the lips of mine
the tear -
that broke the silence
the sound
when your fist
made my cheek redden
and my tears fall
do you remember the first time, you saw me
fall
for your charm
the first time
your lips touched mine
and i shared my heart with you
and you did too
the time were you loved me
just as high as i love you
i know -
that you might've been blinded
by your anger
your desire
'cause you didn't see us two fall apart
and it was already too late
when you finally figured out
how to
open your eyes
but i don't blame you
for your temper
i know, you loved me
and it's okay
and i don't mind th
it comes and goes in waves by Allioness, literature
Literature
it comes and goes in waves
It came in waves and brought you with
a scent of old and blue and sin
a crack was made in space and time
and i was sent back in your arms
i felt the pressure on my skin;
breaking bones and burning lungs
with no words to hide behind
i was drowning in my mind
i smile, when i don't speak my mind
'cause if i did, you would not be looking at me like this
i find it funny, and i find it cruel,
but telling you, won't ever do.
and i feel this emptiness inside of me
this gaping hole of what used to be
i am left alone in a mourning field
of grief and sorrow for a hundred years.
she's one of those;
always chipper
fills the room,
with constant chatter.
she's one of those;
never bitter
seems to me,
her world is glitter
and when she laughs
her heart gets bigger
she's like a bird
when she chitters
she leaves behind
a trace of dust
and words so kind
they make me blush
the way she moves
she can't be trusted
she'll let you loose
just for the lust
and she can sing
like a nightingale
with a broken wing
and skin so pale
and she can dance
if you fancy it
take a chance
and take her with
-
and with her eyes
she sees the truth
and all the lies
from men in suits
these unspoken words
from the lips of mine
the tear -
that broke the silence
the sound
when your fist
made my cheek redden
and my tears fall
do you remember the first time, you saw me
fall
for your charm
the first time
your lips touched mine
and i shared my heart with you
and you did too
the time were you loved me
just as high as i love you
i know -
that you might've been blinded
by your anger
your desire
'cause you didn't see us two fall apart
and it was already too late
when you finally figured out
how to
open your eyes
but i don't blame you
for your temper
i know, you loved me
and it's okay
and i don't mind th
he reads to her, tells her what it was like to be a sailor of the seas on the moon. "don't stop talking," she tells him, dozing off, imagining the seas of zephyr.
spyglass on the moon a million miles away, the ether shatters by a little girl on her toes, standing on her mattress, clinging to her window above. stain glass eyes in the wake of moon and she breathes as the sea slamming onto the pane, receding and reaching; clouding and clearing. her breaths reach the moon and the moon reaches back with her hands pressed to the girl's eyes.
"one day," she tells the moon, the boy still at her bedside, "you and i will be together."
001. morals
there is nothing wrong with leaving behind politeness for happiness and we could all do to remember.
002. parade
the aches in my skin parade within my bones like a sin.
003. prayers
i say your name over and over like it is a prayer to keep my head above water.
004. clear skies
just because things are cloudy doesn't mean there's no sun behind them.
005. happy birthday
i give you a feminine loofa, funny boxers, and your favourite candy- i want this to show you i love you even though i'm broke.
006. apples
my white flesh browns under my thin skin- i am rotting to my core.
007. letters
hours of letters written and phone calls si
instead of exchanging numbers
we exchanged horror stories
and compared our
drunken scars
[yours down your side
mine up my arms]
when i looked at you from a distance
i thought maybe you could
cut me open with
your cheekbones
[but you never were
so merciful]
and your eyes were as empty
as the bottles that we
clutched to gain the silver
that traced our bodies
[but the rest of you was full
of lossandloveandhateandblackness]
you said that there was lead in my veins
and you brought it to the boil
and i sat there burning
with bugs being drawn to me
[my destruction was more beautiful
than i ever could be]
i remember you hit me
Loving a band with all your heart is something you only understand when it happens to you. On the surface, others can see it as a petty obsession, but they'll just never know the feeling of putting so much faith into a few people on the other side of the world. It's hard to explain it to them, the listening to song after song on repeat, the waits for new albums, the excitement and surreal sensation when you finally see them live. They don't seem to understand why the lyrics booklets give you a sense of comfort, or why you paste photos of them all over your bedroom walls. And they can't understand why one band could matter to you so much. And
"What happens if you fall in love with a writer?
Lots of things might happen. That's the thing about writers. They're unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning. Or make love at four in the afternoon. They might not sleep at all. Or they might sleep right through the alarm and forget to get you up for work. Or call you home from work to kill a spider. Or refuse to speak to you after finding out you've never seen To Kill A Mockingbird. Or spend the last of the rent m
haha, you are very welcome! i was actually about to fav all of your stuff, but then i remembered it probably wouldn't be such a good idea, so i just watched you. but srsly i like your work. (: