SliverAlchemist

How do I love thee? I can’t count the ways. There’s no measurement or rule of love, I could mention the number of times You dart into my mind and grip my thoughts. I could describe the speed my heart beats As your hands brush the skin of my hips. Say about the fact I count each painful Mile between our beds each night Or how I long to smell your scent on, My sheets again. I might tell you of the thousand things, I see every day which fill my blood with warmth, The kittens prowling, music drifting to my ears. I could speak of the fact that every saved coin, I see as another towards a life with you, Of how every ticking second is a

With a drumming of Bony Fingers. Drum. Drum. Drum. He taps away at His desk The dark chaos of his mind Being wrenched, Apart. As the fear of the Old Ones Takes a hold, Boom. Boom. Boom. Dripping with slime, Cthulhu reaches Out of an ocean of his fears With a snarling, Chilling, Laughter. It claws its way to the page. Scream. Scream. Scream.

A leaf when tired of its living, Turns a shade of brown, Darkening it's skin, To show the death within. It flings itself forth from its branch, Letting go of its painful grip, To gently fall free to floor. At first it will be joyous of its freedom, The fear is soon to follow, The deadly waste of the unknown, Lurks just down below. It's open, it's flesh exposed, Weak unto the world it's thrown. With a dying crinkle it lies still, Upon the earthen soil. All alone and broke of heart, The leaf begins to shrink, To wither into its curling heart, A tiny ball of pain. Just one leaf among the crowd, Where it sits and sobs and regards, The very home

I've heard you say a thousand times, How little you care for the world. There's a curtain between, Emotions and you. But now to hear the words, Directed just at me, It all makes much more sense, How even at the lowest you always Craved my arms, to be around me, To laugh along with me. But now it all has changed, No blood pumps in my veins. All around me is the still, Of dreams dying in their birth, Of whispered notions of affection, Falling in the wind.

I lie here next to you, Skin warm against mine, Hearts beating. Bodies alive. It's just us that's dead. Your cold tears dry against the bed. Only dust leaks from my eyes, No tears left to shed. A buzz in the corner, Your phone, your friends. Calling out for you to talk, I'm the lucky one. Me you ignore in person. I've never felt more empty, Than I do in the bed we shared, Where we laughed and cried In measures equal. But now it's just the pain. In this tempest of trapping cloth, I lie alone, your cold hands pressing Pushing away my comforts. If I leave you alone you'll stop, You'll question why my smiles not right, But you'll go right back t

If I could place a single kiss, Upon those most inviting lips, I'd have no use for space and time, I'd have no use for word or rhyme, For in this state that we both lie, Wherein there are not bonds, That to each other tie, Other than the strongest one, One I hope will last so long, You are my deepest friend, And you will be till the end, Should you wish to share any more, Your problems all both big and sore, Your happiest thoughts and fleeting whims, I'll take them all and keep them close, And if you should, just maybe wish, We could have one more kiss, Maybe two or three or four, Both of us always wanting more, There's no limits, no fence, n

Every time I see your face, I hear a thousand tunes, A thousand songs playing out loud, And I link them all to you. Your smile is the happiest melody, Your arms the sweetest sound, But it's the bass drum of your heart, That stands out from the crowd. I've barely ever heard the sound, Of the voice from out your lips, But in my head I see true, The vocals in your kiss. Yours is a song that'll never end, I've stuck it on replay, Come sit here and listen too, We can listen everyday.

Tossing, turning. Discomfort never ending. He lay there all night, Fists bunched, screaming. Clear defiance in the cold night. Fearsome monsters, normally hidden, Began to rise out from the dark. Soon he was surrounded. The ticking clock booming, Banging at his eardrums, The weird sickly orange light, Glaring from outside Clawing at his anguished eyes. The turmoil never stopping, He struggled and fought, To tame the vicious incubus, That harassed his restless head. A demon with it’s claws in deep, To keep him from his beauty sleep.

We walked along the beach at night, Our footsteps crunching over sand and stone, Following our silver path of easy light, Arm in Arm we spoke not a single word. Just like the moon above our heads, We carved our way smoothly through the night, Leaving thoughts free, unbound. Letting our hearts talk through the silence. The ease with which we fell in love, Was unlike the burning flame of sun, But far more akin to the darkest night, Brightened by this wayward star. Many men have fallen for her beauty, And in her glowing light I fell for you, Like the most fragile moonlit dream, But with the whole force of a raging tide.

While I can write a thousand words, Within a single afternoon. And while I’ve written poems, Since the day that I could write. Never could I ever, Put down in simple words, The way I feel for you. If I could write, here and now, Exactly what my eyes see, I could put down my pen, I would never write again, As that’s all I long to do. I would spin a yarn of courtly love, I would mention moons and stars, A tale of a quiet deity, That never strives to shine outright, Yet always traps my sight. Of a girl with crazy hair, And a frown upon her face. I would sing a song of Love to you. However no word would do it right, None of the words