TheWriters-Elite

She is Spring's first bloom; She fills any dried out river with her smile; She is every wish made on a shooting star. You can't help but feel your heart in your chest in the presence of her. She'll take your gray and make a rainbow. Her delicate hands will always touch you with every ounce of her love, and bring out your ever fair orchid hidden within. A kiss from her gives you wings to fly from your troubles, and fly above the clouds when they cover the moon. You've never seen a rose like the one in her hands. You've seen beauty, but never felt it like the one from her soul. Has anyone ever explored the worlds in her e

It comes; I hate it; I want it gone. It lies to me; I like it; I realize it's lying; my world crashes down; I want it gone. That sequence keeps repeating, all the while I'm waiting for this universe to throw a miracle my way. Why cry for things in the back of me? Why go moping on about things hoping for sympathy? Why dive into infantile thinking that has been the fall of so much potential? Yes, the fact is I put myself here, and it hurts to see where I could be, and where I have to go. Is sadness and regret the same thing? There's no point in having this pain, but I can't exactly push a button and have it exit from inside.

Never go back Never hold it in, to kill you faster Let it breathe... Believe you can be everything Realize you can feel anything Pain... Love... Sorrow... RELEASE.... How can I have forgotten about you, baby? Your warmth? Your touch? Your seductive stare? How submissive I became at the sight of your lips touching my skin... How can I feel such chainless freedom now? To be able to explore the possiblities Without you pulling me back... .....so far down into the abyss. Where do I come back to? This emptiness... This unimaginable loniness? Here. Into a place were I feel weightless. Alone and yet... Free I do not know.

Its inner and outer beauty are one, and it wakes up my eyes to see, for me and others, that so are ours. Only I'm not yet strong enough to let that truth completely enter in where it should and bloom from there, yet it still makes me smile, and so many things start with a smile. I imagine it has stored up so many blown kisses; I imagine the light of our love for it gives it more light than the sun. When it's going down it's like a million diamonds acting like children, running frantically everywhere, with an extra helping of innocence and joy on top. For me The lights have turned off, as they often do, but then comes that

There once was a little spider, who wove a web on the windowsill, insidious eyes always watching, body tensed as if time was still. The flies would never notice, a figure as focused as he, as they buzzed into their deathbed, he would later feast with glee. Mummified to be murdered, lives wrapped away with white, as his legs spun faster their hearts beat slower till' they stopped squirming, gave up the fight. If they had not been caught in the spiders web, would have wandered wall to wall for days. Their false freedom was gone, through they knew not, glass would have stopped their escape anyways. In the spider's mind a favour

i know that i look tired it's because i'm burning out you are my personal high but you turn into nicotene headaches my eyes are red devoid of life you think i'm just losing sleep you better watch me i'm losing my mind i'm looking in from the outside i see you looking toward the glass both of you making steam on my windowpane with your ragged breathing but it's bulletproof i could never get through to you this plan might have been foolproof but we'll never see you were the only question i never answered you kept me tongue tied and when i was looking up at the sky searching for answers all i ever saw was us six

Heavy in your arms - deadweight, limp and loveless tied in a sack and sown with concrete to rest on riverbeds below. Washed out to sea and out of your sheets, still clinging to the carpet as if it was yesterday. Curled like a child and shaking till you picked me up out of pity. So heavy in your hands- my head lulled back and forth like the tide, tongue bitten and blocking breath thrown to the roof of my mouth. Our love like backwash, escaping the normal flow and ebb, drying up and dying alone. Heavy, heavy in your head - memories of me crushing down like waves, swallowing my last breath is your last thought. It is in th

"I will never...." "I can never...." "I swear I'd never...." "God...." The word,never, breathes it's lie into every conversation Every aspect of human interaction The word....the phrase It stings the lips of all who repeat it an all who recieve it It immediately closes our minds And breakdown the very fabric of reality What world can be trapped in such a dysfunctional existance? "I'll NEVER truly know....." The concept of 'never' is a never ending cycle of uncertainty Insecturity- Unsincerity- Rejection.... A weapon Used to sheild the emotions of those who weild it's power It's charge It's fire.... NEVER. NEVER. NEVER.

A Sunflower in the Shade By: Adam M. Snow O' ye Countess draped in sorrow, Grasping fear of coming morrow. With eyes like those of torment slave, Sad innocence, yet herself she gave. Living in shadows of sun cast, As if no soul of solstice passed. Gentles thy heart that long to be seen, Urge thine life into worlds between. Withering away like a sunflower in shade, Consumed by life, embarrassed and afraid. But thy lives only bitter affliction, Crossed my path into my reflection. Baring the weight of worlds upon thee, Living life as it were meant to be. But this be not a wakeful day, The broad stream bore her far away. In the