Clothes lying on the floor.
Wine spilled all over.
Wrapped inside your arms.
Under the cold sheet.
Your aroma all over me.
Romantic music still playing on.
Last night, Our souls danced passionately.

~JasB

don’t let your
lipstick wear,
if it feels the urge to,
put some more on,
if you can’t find the
stick in your purse,
just try and get through
the night, the morning
will be kind,
i promise it’s not
a waste of time,
don’t let your
shirt drip,
don’t let your
buttons wave
beneath your waist,
choose a pair that
fits tighter around
the hips,
tomorrow will be kind,
use your eyes to talk
use your eyes to deny,
use your words with me,
tell me where your
lipstick is hiding.

I was a hopeless wanderer when we met,
My eyes were swollen from last night's tears, while Yours smiles from ear to ear,
I dont even remember if I knew you personally back then but you knew that I'm one of your lost daughters.

You crossed the space between us and offered Your hand,
You wipe my tears away and made me smile,
You said I should not fear because I have you now,
And you were right, things are better when You're in my side.

For years I tried to ask the what ifs,
But the truth is I should have started asking what is,
What is life without Your love and grace?
What is world without Your presence in any place?

It may take time before we truly meet,
But I thank you for everything.
You've been kind through out my life,
You've been loving that I cant even thank you enough.

Let me then praise You and worship You,
For when my heart was on pieces, you picked them and glued them together,
Not for me to love somebody again but for me to Love You more each day My Victorious King.

Have you ever reached out to touch something,
That is simply not within your reach?
I feel so stupid,
Lying on my back,
Looking at a ceiling that used to feel taller.
Which is weird because as a matter of fact,
It now seems lower than when I was smaller.

I'm not saying it's a metaphor,
But I had asked the universe for a sign.

I can just hear your stupid voice in the back of my head.
Saying some stupid joke or a play on words.
"Be careful my dear,
Objects aren't always closer than they appear."

By Nabs

The well of words
Deep down in this breathing heart
Are drying and cracking before they reach,
This sinning fingertips.

These words
Taste dry, musty. Parching throats.
Crackled in the air
Louder than thunder and your screams.

As the spinning wheel
Stop.
Stopping forever.
Stop. Pricking blood from your vessel.

Embroideries, tapestries
weaved from the threads of life.
Unbound, unraveled
Marveled in the way they are being broken down.

Set fire to us,
And you'll see.
How prettily we all would burn
Inside this tomb, we called home.

I am only a girl.
I may look a pearl,
but I am broken inside.
I've gotten myself into trouble and lied.
I have cut my soft skin.
I have committed much sin.
I have tried my best
to only be given a crest
naming me a failure
You will never know what I had to endure.
I gave myself away.
Fighting for freedom with each given day.
What used to be pure is now broken with no cure.
I know only one way,
to end the pain, but I won't say.
The people who stopped to stare
didn't really care.
So as I write my last words in pen.
I think of what will be my end.

oh midnight how you kindle me
with your somber twilight,
bursting melancholy inspiration,
oh darkness you.
arousing the artist in lonely me,
you mysterious temptress you,
how your lovely murky mist
covers your opaque skin,
oh blackness you,
an icy caress with your
pitch dark breath
won't suffice me tonight.
i wish to ravage you,
oh nebulous you.
under blankets of shadow
we will be electric,
we shall make a dawn
the world will be jealous of.