for the shy thought s in my head

[shywritter]

Walk it off

Take a walk with me to clear your mind,

Drop your stesses like cobblestone,

Paving a walkway across the caverns they've created,

Soon you'll find that the weight isn't so hard to bare,

That your worries have gone in thin air,

For your free from the burdens life has to offer,

As I have gathered them up like breadcrumbs leading back to desire,

All while creating a troublesome fire,

For I have gathered your stones to turn them to Ash,

Little to know I'd be smitten with blaze,

Only to find myself in your troubled haze

[shywritter]

“She wore gunpowder like perfume, It was just as intoxicating as it was a warning,”

—

[shywritter]

Brown eyes

I used to fall for eyes set by the tides themselves in hopes the depth of the blue or the warmth of the tropical green would calm this thirst for love I strived for

But then I met a girl with brown eyes, And you’d think that’d be the end to this, Yet, It’s just the start, Her eyes so richly filled with passion dug straight from the depths of her soul, Shimmers of sunrise when her mood was just on the rise, Dark rich earth whilst she’s lost in thought, And veins of gold when she loved,

All adorn with her sweet southern charm, just what I needed to realize I no longer needed to be lost at sea

[shywritter]

“There’s a dominance to me she can not stray from, While I crave the defiance on her lips, She loves my intimacy, But yearns for the sturnness of my voice, I, encaptive by her rhythm, Set her tempo,”

— Shywritter, a chapter soon to be written (via shywritter)

[shywritter]

Pen and paper

I wish this pen could unravel the threads on your clothes The way it does my thought The ink kissing the blank page the way i want to kiss your ivory skin My fingers spliting the spine of this empty book The way they should make yours arch The thoughts intangled in my head Like you should be in my sheets

But for now ill just write more about you And hope it all comes true

[shywritter]

It’s been somewhat of a charismatic envy I’ve held towards you lately, Whilst I still fill my pallet with punishment, Falling further for your imperfections Knowing all the while nothing will come of my infatuation for such a gracious muse,

Yet, It’s still painfully frightful that this maybe my only way to love another,

From the corner of a coffee shop, With ink stained palms

[shywritter]

My dear, my demons are far to violent to tame Your heart is to guarded for me to seem sane, Yet the look in your eyes makes them submissive and docile The gaze of mine combusts the walls you hid behind

So let’s quit playing our games, finding excuses,or wasting times not spent together

And feed this spark we ignite every time we share a room, Let’s stop pretending everyone in it can’t feel the walls around them ablaze with our passions,

[shywritter]

Sight

Gifted some call it, To have such a transpicuous gaze upon those around me,

So why must it feel cursed, Knowing the sorrows, Feversome frets, And nightterror habitual acts, Of those around me,

Yet, there comes a maiden, With oceans running through her viens, Squals welling in her eyes, And a voice stronger than a tidal wave crashing,

She peaks sheer intrigue, For she is nature, Feral and vague, Upon her depths uncharted, By anyone,

Ardently eager, To find a shoreline, Who will let her crash, And make a memory in the surf

[shywritter]

Salem

I need your witchcraft, To break me from this sirens serenade, Free me from this jagged demise I’m headed for, Cast that never-ending spell back upon me every time you walk in the room, Make me worship the moon again, For you hold the tides and sky in your grasp And my heartbeat across your lips, So break me from my own curses, And I’ll promise never to stray again

[shywritter]

This is for you

There’s a philosopher slumbering in her throat, Only to wake when the moon casts its shadows across her bedroom window, That’s when she’s truly free to speak world’s of his love for her and the stars, That’s when it’s written in a serenade across parcels, hidden behind her bedside table, It is these hours of night that she can remove her facade and diminish this masquerade of her day to day And release her true beauty, Athena herself is envious of her magnitude

[shywritter]

You can lead me darling, through the darkness across the jagged rocks that have sank vessel after vessel, all while singing your favorite siren song, while I encaptive by your beauty, follow aimless through the dark,

Please just let me sink, or make me sail this wait shall be my demise

[shywritter]

It’s been somewhat of a charismatic envy I’ve held towards you lately, Whilst I still fill my pallet with punishment, Falling further for your imperfections Knowing all the while nothing will come of my infatuation for such a gracious muse,

Yet, It’s still painfully frightful that this maybe my only way to love another,

From the corner of a coffee shop, With ink stained palms

[shywritter]

It's gonna rain

She spoke softly to lighten the silent Aura Of two minds lost in transverce thought,

I wanted to say but it already is raining, This hail storm of emotionally cryptic words Trapped behind tornado like eyes

But yours have control of the weather Stronger than the draw of the tides to the moon

I’m quite afraid ill be lost at sea When this ice finally melts And washes me down river

When all of this is said and over

[shywritter]

I’ve stolen a page, Written in red by the journals of yesterday, To proofread the flaws of tomorrow, So i can stain again the words of the past, To the futures grey ink Before everything is written in stone

-Shywritter

[shywritter]

Pyro

She loved to start wild fires Across shades of blue eyes She ignited sparks of burning desires locked deep within my heart Her passions burned into my skin everytime she was around But just like a flame she was gone after the oxygen left the room And there i was again ashes left on the pillows waiting To be reborn

[shywritter]

Diving for shipwrecks

I’ve got to stop Diving at this shipwreck of emotions Lain to rest so very long ago But the beauty i find Each and every time I find myself here Is more pulling than the current that took me away Maybe one day i can find, Some sunken treasures at this wreck That i can bring back to the girl that made me. Move on

-Shywritter

[shywritter]

I have all the pieces to what makes you tick, written in red on the back of my journal, You have the control board to my emotions and heart wrapped at the tip of your tongue, I can read you better than i can words on a page You send me to wits end with a simple frase But you still can’t see what’s been written for so long in my eyes just like i can’t take you apart to see what makes you work I guess this makes us our own mystery, that will never solve