What would you do
If I fell in love with you?
Would you be uncomfortable,
or would you just let it roll
right over your shoulders
even if it's heavier than boulders?
Would you let it slip right into your heart,
or would it distract you, until you fell apart?
What if I can't stop myself
As the butterflies breed until they fly out of me?
I can't just tear my heart out,
or place it on a shelf.
What if there's just no way for me to see,
or plan what this is all about?
What would you do?
Would you see it through,
or might you run away in fear?
You shouldn't be afraid of my love, dear
because, you see, as a matter of honest fact
I'm too used t
dew drops are glistening
early morning sunshine
as nobody bothers listening
sobs that are subtly divine
screaming with remorse
echoes across the yard
get off your high horse
how can it be that hard
come back, and please, see
even though you are so blind
she sits there, beyond lonely
wishing the past would unwind
dreams,
little pieces of imagination,
float out of the window at 2am
thoughts of happier times
are gone as well
fear,
palpable as the beat of a drum,
stuffed into a drawer at 3am
thoughts that brought the insomnia back
along with it
tears,
each one its own ocean,
pushed under the pillow at 4am
thoughts that tear at the heart
go under too
hope,
along with every idol,
walked out the door at 5am
thoughts that created smiles
are somehow gone
screams,
representing everything wrong,
ripped from the throat at 6am
thoughts that actually make sense
have left as well
sighs,
swirling in eddies of wind,
heave with relief
When Everything and Nothing Are the Same by AskNopf, literature
Literature
When Everything and Nothing Are the Same
When butterflies are really falling leaves
When home is where no one listens
When nobody ever truly grieves
When all the darkness glistens
When kitchen lights never shine right
When trees are made of childish misery
When sunshine becomes the real night
This is when I am finally me
What would you do
If I fell in love with you?
Would you be uncomfortable,
or would you just let it roll
right over your shoulders
even if it's heavier than boulders?
Would you let it slip right into your heart,
or would it distract you, until you fell apart?
What if I can't stop myself
As the butterflies breed until they fly out of me?
I can't just tear my heart out,
or place it on a shelf.
What if there's just no way for me to see,
or plan what this is all about?
What would you do?
Would you see it through,
or might you run away in fear?
You shouldn't be afraid of my love, dear
because, you see, as a matter of honest fact
I'm too used t
dew drops are glistening
early morning sunshine
as nobody bothers listening
sobs that are subtly divine
screaming with remorse
echoes across the yard
get off your high horse
how can it be that hard
come back, and please, see
even though you are so blind
she sits there, beyond lonely
wishing the past would unwind
dreams,
little pieces of imagination,
float out of the window at 2am
thoughts of happier times
are gone as well
fear,
palpable as the beat of a drum,
stuffed into a drawer at 3am
thoughts that brought the insomnia back
along with it
tears,
each one its own ocean,
pushed under the pillow at 4am
thoughts that tear at the heart
go under too
hope,
along with every idol,
walked out the door at 5am
thoughts that created smiles
are somehow gone
screams,
representing everything wrong,
ripped from the throat at 6am
thoughts that actually make sense
have left as well
sighs,
swirling in eddies of wind,
heave with relief
a lot of life changes, and by recently, I mean the past several months, and by a lot of changes, I mean like, everything.
I'm going to try and be active in the online art community again in the hopes that it will ease the pain of my town's shitty gossipy bullshit... welp.. it's either this or going back to my tumblr addiction..
I'll also be getting back on writerscafe.org soon, feel free to look for me there under the name: AmeliaRabbit
Peace!
-Amy
I'm... alive. I'll be back on here again soon. Promise. I want to start drawing again. Maybe I'll even post some of my recent poetry.. those are more of performance pieces, but perhaps DA has changed in the couple of years I've been out of here.. :)
I really want critique on my art and stuff, and I know this place is really based on how much you interact with people,, soooo.. Love me? ehh
I need to be more motivated D:
~ASK