lynne

a writer just trying to figure life out

[lynne84]

I lost myself to boredom, and now I'm left wandering the maze of my mind that swallowed me whole when the world couldn't offer me something to love.

[lynne84]

Their heart is like following a spring creek, like trying to escape the summer sun, like catching falling autumn leaves, like lying fireside during the long winter months. It'd take all year and many more to discover all of you, and even then the stars whisper some secrets I've yet to even dechiper about what goes on behind those eyes.

[lynne84]

No matter how obvious, the risk is where I falter. Tell me the truth, rub my skin red with the gravel of your tear torn throat. Drown me in those eyes I've been struggling to stay above for so long. Drown me in your voice, bury me in your arms. I'd rather lie to my heart forever, I'd rather hope and die, than hurt you with my cold touch.

[lynne84]

I'll wait. I'll wait for it, just as I'll wait for the flowers to grow, for these boring days to pass, every moment without you, I'll wait patiently. I'll wait for the organic moment, no pressure on arrival, I'll wait for authenticity, I'll wait, I'll wait.

[lynne84]

I'm addicted to the feeling I get when I think of you. So helplessly and madly in love. It's so strange... I have to hold myself back because I know I'd drown the both of us if I lost control. I'm addicted to this reckless current, but I'd desire a calm, endless flow if that meant I could be with you forever.

[lynne84]

I am a collection of all I've ever loved and hated. Despised and cherished. Yearned for and conquered. Every mark and burn, every scar and scrape, remnants of my accidental and purposely damaged past. New marks, lined and prepared, patterns of the world mark my body.

I am a book and stories. My skin and mind, one. The world and I are a collector of all things. Until I die and the world takes back what's there's. I'll mark the earth one last time, with all of me, and everything I've touched.

[lynne84]

Years of love I've bottled and placed on rows and rows of these wooden and dusty shelves. Rust has crusted each nail, water pooled at the base. I can't pretend like I haven't placed them deep, deep down in the basement. But for you, I'd lug every bottle up these old and brittle stairs if you'd let me. If you'd give me the time, I'd do it all, I'd do it all and more, for you... you dont understand, I'd do it all.

[lynne84]

My autumn breeze, my summer sun, and when winter comes, you'll wrap me in your white blanket, and I'll wait until spring comes, with dandelions in your hair.

[lynne84]

A fiery red veil falls upon my hair in the late months of the year, a contrast in the cold and dark air of this place, still, fierce as the setting sun and as permanent as any certainty, until death.

[lynne84]

I fell in love with the sunset. How could someone who rarely survives past the dawn reach their soft eyes and gentle skin? How could I... how could I?

[lynne84]

A broad line in the sunset reminded me of you the other night. I have not slept since, not until I see you again, in the orange haze of soft burning desire.

[lynne84]

All my dreams are nightmares. I always wake up horrified of something I can't remember. And the worst part is, I dont even know what it would feel like to not be scared of invisible pains. I can't run from them, so I guess I've welcomed them in. It's not as dark as you would think. Still, their presence remains when the sunlight fills the shadows. Lingering in the obscure trenches of my mind, where only the lies and rumors reside. Beneath the floorboards would be too obvious, so I guess they have taken a liking to the living room. A much less noticeable place, for a blind-man like me.

[lynne84]

There is no in-between, no line I won't cross. Cause baby, I've looked into your eyes, and there's no stopping me now.

[lynne84]

I've always felt safe in sadness. A cold hug, like lying in the snow. The grass beneath has long since died. This never-ending blizzard softly muffles my cries. I sometimes wish I could see the moon and lay under the stars. Nevertheless, the winter is ever present, and I'm slowly trapped beneath its drifts.

[lynne84]

Your soul is beautiful. A kind of beauty that flows from your eyes, like a warm spring. I'm jealous that anyone else gets to see them, I won't lie.

[lynne84]

Thought I was sad, turned out I just need a new tattoo

[lynne84]

I am awake, and so is the moon, it seems. She borrows her light as much as I. Awfully similar. Tender is her light, and rough is her touch. It's so strange, so strange. I'd drown before her reflection caught my eyes, drown in fleeting never and incessant now. She assigned meaning to the night, and I found pleasure in her lines. She looked into my mind, and still, I traced the stars. I won't sleep, not until I reach her eyes, touch her soul. I am awake, and so is the moon.