UntitledI can feel itUntitled by Wanderer-of-Nations
underneath the surface
it grows and grows and grows
I can feel it moving
changing me around
if I don't release it
I'm sure to implode
feelings that haven't stirred in so long
where they belong
UntitledSo I just got out of a five month relationship and I don't know. I'm not messed up over it. We didn't see each other much so it's whatever. I think the reason I feel regret about it is because it had been a few years since my last relationship but it was different this time. I had matured since last time and really enjoyed being in one. Relationships are freaking amazing. You are with someone who likes who you are and for me that's really hard to believe because I can't really see my good qualities. I really want a relationship. And it's not about sex. I'm sure it's probably pretty amazing but I don't know because I'm still a virgin and there's no shame in that. It will happen when it happens. I want someone who is geeky like me. Who likes comics and anime and video games and geeky movies and books. Someone who I can relax and be myself around because I hardly ever get to be me full out. Someone who will accept my flaws and my shining moments. I try to be a really nice and sweet personUntitled by Wanderer-of-Nations
The CouchWe were on the couch, bodies intertwined. My arms around her waist, hands meeting at the small of her back. Her arms around my neck, holding on as if her life depended on it but I guess it did. We had brought each other back from some pretty dark places and had become fond of each other. Maybe fond isn't the right word for what we were to each other.The Couch by Wanderer-of-Nations
She was my angel, my saving grace. The one person who had been able to pull me back out of the dark recesses of my mind and put me back together. I met her and she painstakingly put every piece back in it's proper place and made sure I wouldn't fall apart again.
I was her way out. A way to escape her family and people who dared to call themselves her friends. I took her away from all her problems and helped her stop the ways she had been using to escape. She doesn't cut herself or try to drink everything away. She holds her head up high now. Laughs, sings, and dances like no ones around, even in a crowded room.
She thanks me every day for
OutThe coughing woke her up, well that and the delightful smell of frying fish and grits helped quite a bit too. "What happened?", she thought,"Did I fall asleep at the bar last night?" It was then she noticed she was laying in a small bed and the shirt she was wearing was definitely not hers and that the bed was moving, or the whole room was moving. Panic started to creep in as she tried to remember what the hell happened last night. "I still have pants and underwear on so I didn't sleep with anyone so how did I get here?" Her train of thought was broken when a man walked in. The first thing she noticed was he had tattoos running down his arms and on his chest though she couldn't quite make out what it was because he was wearing a wife beater. "Mornin' sleeping beauty, you up for some breakfast?", he asked. She noticed the slight southern tang in his voice. "I'm sorry but who are you and how did I get here?", she replied, being very cautious. His laugh was loud, full and deep bellied. "HOut by Wanderer-of-Nations
Open LetterKissing you is like kissing pure regretOpen Letter by enigmatic-simplicity
tasting every apology on your love-worn lips
fighting off every lost tear
kissing you is something I will never forget
shrinking down, down, down--
down so low
finding myself within your empty-shell soul
kissing you is putting the peices back together to a mirror
that shows some one else's reflection
kisisng you is better than some medicine
lifting me higher than ever
but you always drop me
so low. there's never any other place to go because
kissing you is like walking up the staircase back at home
and listening to your mother drone on
sitting up nights on your roof wondering what it would be like to jump.
kissing you is like taking that jump.
finding myself flightless mid-step
like losing my balance on a balance beam but
around me, no mats.