Your eyes, a translucent blue Like waves of the ocean, it encompasses me I shiver One touch, a gaze that sends me into another world Your world And I linger throughout until I perish
I am sitting on mounds of grassy hills Staring at a vast sky With no hesitation, I pray Praying to my God for a sense of self-righteousness Love, having no bearing Ripe like fruit Yet bitter to the tongue I wait
When he’s not around me, Touching me, embracing the body that has now become his, I perish. A soul that was once boundless derived from the embodiment of his hands, With fingers that linger against me, They trigger when our skin combines, And when they do, I’m no longer free when his sweet nectar entices me So, I allow our breathing to subside, Until our souls become one once again.
His love was like a raging tide.
A caressing water washing over dry sand known as my soul.
A personal island created just for him.
I drowned before I reached the surface.
Run away with me,
Far away inside a desolated island that only our hearts can make
Far away from society and their cruel taunts, and cold gestures,
Run so far away,
That not even time can stop us
For all I need is your hand, and your safety
Your control, and your comfort,
For your comfort is what keeps me alive, keeps me going when I have nothing
Nothing to my name but your body and my reason to keep loving you
So, run away with me,
And together we can be free.
Love, a word with a million meanings.
A patient yet inexcusable word that can destroy a soul in a less than a second.
Feelings that were once pure and inhumane finding its way to haunt a vessel until nothing is left,
Empty, like a forgotten fortress waiting for its master to return.
Love, a word that is maimed and skinned until it’s bare and naked.
A word that if placed in the hands of a child would be carefully taken care of until the world snatches it back.
No tears, no forgiveness, chained inside the chambers of the heart until it’s broken apart and wasted.
Love,
What an unforgiving word.
A simple notion, gentle gaze,
Harboring a desire that only we can share.
Our bodies melting, deriving from an organ that was once our hearts.
I rest.
In a peace so simple, so fabricated, I can tell it’s a lie.
You have always been my truth.
As I run away from my demons,
I run away from you.
I am not the person you believe that I am,
I am no longer me.
So, I ask that you save me,
save me and be the light that’s needed.
I am dying.
Once I had met you, you became what is now known as my sanctuary.
My empty pride, and unbelievable craving.
You became my heart, the very organ in which I need to live.
When you speak, it pumps,
I breathe.
You became my sun, my light, and the reason I wake up.
You became the eyes I need to see.
As time passed, I realized you became one with me,
As I became one with you.
A heart that beats only for it’s maker.
You are my maker, my creator, the very thing that I need to survive,
For surely, if you were to die my love,
We would die together.
I hold your love in my hands
Feeling myself gently placing it inside the core of my very soul
Letting it fill my nerves and caress my entire existence
I hold your love in my soul
Having it become the person in which I know will make me better
To soothe my demons and save my inner light
Because your love is my light
A red crimson, shining as bright as the sun, wash over me like a raging tide
Enveloping me in a sensation that numbs everything inside of me
A love so warm, so fragile, my soul can only be its keeper
So, I will hold your love in my hands
I will hold your love in my soul
I will protect your love
Day in and day out.
Living in a nocturnal existence I stare at the clock waiting
I wait for time to stop so I can go back and do it all over again
Breathing in a regret that eats at the very essence of my soul
Like a hungry demon devouring every inch of my sanity
I sit here.
Sitting in a wooden chair isolated by my own judgement
Letting time tick by
With each passing second waiting for it to rest
Until eventually I will realize it won’t
Time will still resume as I sit here in regret
No energy to move, eyes peeled on the hands of time
With a body paralyzed by sound
Tick. Tock.
Feeling the discomfort of my demons eating away at me
Not sure if I can reach anyone here who can tell me, but I'm trying anyway (wouldn't like to upload to just any folder): Is there a specific place/folder where I could put the book cover for my current story?
Sorry for the late reply, I'm not really active on here anymore, but I think we only accept text based submissions/don't have a folder for something like that, any illustrated cover would have to have the prologue/first chapter attached as well