EmerysDream

Your fingers as ice, icicles perhaps. With the cold, wet storm in winter Wreaking havoc on my heart as I try to grip the small amount of wind I have left. Wreaking havoc, destruction. Befriending the demonic storm Causing crashes of souls as we beg And cry out,     to halt our instinctive screams. Our lives flashing before our eyes. The final contrast, with the sleeting demons. Leaving behind only relics of our souls.     (Damaged images of our imperfect demise) Serene; Silent. Almost. In a beautiful way, we brought this upon ourselves, loving too much Holding too close. Frostbite, starting from the hearts we held out loud;

If you're the one that I have found The rest of them have let us down (We've come here.) If I'm the answers to your past And all the others never last (We've come here.) When i see you and skies are blue When i go jump and you come too (We came here.) Now some can say they've been here too Some will tell us what to do To turn around, just get a clue (They've been here.) But here and now is where we are In forever's time we can't go far But here is where we're supposed to be (And here & now is what you mean to me.)

Does it feed your soul to watch my heartbreak, or is that smirk just a memory of someone you'd rather I be. Do you lay there, unconsciously upright just to gage my curiosity, or to become the muse I've been waiting for. Do you lay back unintentionally (stealing the contents of my lungs), or did you practice that very move a million times in your bed the night before, just to make sure it ripped off a big enough piece of me, so that you could savor the bitter hope that led me on. Is it your dream to make my blood run cold as I lose every sweet little game we play. Or is it your goal to provide my loneliness with taunting thoughts of an escape.

your eyes are like fire, only the cool blue of a lit night sky, powder blue- an understatement, (a glance is not goodbye) your breath is like life, devotion, and the cure to all disease. (an antidote, a numb for the pain, at least) your lips, increasingly painful, as all temptation coincides in two thin strips of soft pink flesh.. (just a touch 'til my soul is refreshed) and yourself, just you. are like intoxication. every inhilation further addicting, and enhanced in pleasure.. (the steamed up glass just further reflecting) my dear, you are my anti-drug, my anti-me. (as i could never be myself with

be my goliath, and david i will spare, for latter days, when none were scared. be my goliath, my giant, protector. be the one who falls in the end, since heros dont see the splendor. never be david, the timid and shy. never be david, not that kind of guy. never be the one i dreamed of, dont let me see you in the sky, please only be my goliath. and i wont be scared to die.

I am a corporate sell out big time bust; come on people hate me, blame me for the price of greed. (jealous of my money, and hatred for my lust)

sweet dreams mr. sunshine (Keep those thoughts of mine entwined; in time, they'll rise and shine)

We arrived again, back ablaze our hearts anew, the burns (a few) healed and back in a daze. Were back again, no fights we win we're back ablaze, and this light will never dim.

The world comes to a screeching halt. Right before your eyes. No end in sight, or beginning for that matter. All that’s left is words. Thrown at you like pages in a faded book, or poetry that only matters to the psychotic donor (who of course died centuries before your time). No one will understand. You don’t want to read. No interpreting, no stale remedies. Only to feel your own. To stop and live, breathe in life. Or death if so it becomes. I do not want my world to spin again. (Content-ness) is valid here. (As is non-vocabulary). No-one, or no-thing to harsh this mellow path of mine. I don’t want your glamour-worn pages with

Are you worth my time and trust? Or are you in it for the lust? Will we break these limits (maybe?) Or is this vegas baby, BUST.