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I guess we knew this would happen,
somewhere deep down inside,
things I wish I'd never told you,
all the thoughts I had to hide.
It might have been inevitable,
something faded in your heart,
I never thought to fill the silence,
and we're drifting apart.
Another starry-eyed romantic,
forever lost in the the lonesome night,
the moon sings of her returning,
I won't go down without a fight.
I could tell you that I miss you,
but that wouldn't be much of a surprise,
and I could tell you that I love you,
but you see through all of my lies.
Something echoes in the dawn,
stars are fading up above,
I died in the morning silence,
forever the victim of love.
somewhere deep down inside,
things I wish I'd never told you,
all the thoughts I had to hide.
It might have been inevitable,
something faded in your heart,
I never thought to fill the silence,
and we're drifting apart.
Another starry-eyed romantic,
forever lost in the the lonesome night,
the moon sings of her returning,
I won't go down without a fight.
I could tell you that I miss you,
but that wouldn't be much of a surprise,
and I could tell you that I love you,
but you see through all of my lies.
Something echoes in the dawn,
stars are fading up above,
I died in the morning silence,
forever the victim of love.
Literature
A World Behind My Eyes
A universe,
molded to my desires
and wrapped around my smallest finger,
dances in front of my eyes.
I hold it in my hands,
cupped in front of me,
and it swirls
in shades of blue, silver, purple,
and moonbeams.
Fire and comet tails,
chlorophyll and paradoxes,
all clutched in my open palms.
I raise mountain peaks,
by plucking the Earth
p
u
with pinched fingers.
I start storms,
divert oceans,
drown cities,
and start anew,
with just one swift breath,
cold and harsh like
currents from lost butterfly wings.
Every thought,
that skitters through my mind
are wielded to make th
Literature
Why Did That Night Have To End
Memories cling to my fragile figure.
Dropping to the ground,
Splattering around me like rain.
All that's left is your silhouette.
A mere figment of my imagination.
But if I close my eyes and pretend hard enough,
It feels like you're here again.
That you're mine again.
Your body pressed against mine.
Hands lingering on my skin,
Gliding down to my hips.
Swaying back and fourth slowly to the beat of our hearts.
My head finding its way to your chest.
Feeling your chest rise then fall.
Listening to your heart beat steadily.
I open my eyes no longer to your face.
Only to the empty night sky.
The stars are only a reflection of your
Literature
Heartbreak is . . .
Stumbling in at 3 in the morning because you have been drinking the
pain away. . .
Doodling little broken, bleeding hearts all over your paper. . .
Getting nothing done because you have no desire to do anything. . .
Wondering how it would feel to jump off a cliff. . .
Catching that scent and missing it so much it makes you cry. . .
The way your heart feels like somone has stabbed it repeatedly. . .
The way you don't know if you can survive. . .
The way you feel like you have smashed into the ground. . .
Crying yourself to sleep at night because it hurts so bad. . .
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Inspiration
So, basically I wrote this a long time ago, trying to put my feelings into words, and while I was okay with the result, I didn't post it because I didn't want to look weak. Yep, that's me.
And then I didn't post it because I knew I was going to see her soon, and I was hoping (at the time) that something would change and.. I don't know, that she'd fall in love with me again or something. God, I feel like a total loser. It was fun being with her again, but... I felt a sense of loss. We were still comparatively distant, for the most part.
I just want her to be mine for a week, as creepy as that sounds, I mean it. Just to have some time together. That's all I ask. But it's hard when you live far away from each other and you're just friends.
Feels good, doesn't it.
Ignore all of this rambling, I feel stupid enough as it is.
Ignore me.
Just like she does.
I'm exaggerating. She is a beautiful and wonderful girl.
(That's the problem.)
Technique
I don't do much fixed poetry. I find that it often limits what I'm able to write – by constricting my words to rhymes or syllables I feel that I can't let my imagination go crazy.
Funnily enough, that's what happened in this one. Kind of.
I wrote it from the heart, and I guess my heart rhymes. Suddenly it wasn't that hard to fit everything into its place. I think I wrote this really late at night (well, I should say really early in the morning) after lying awake with my mind going numb with these stanzas. I just wanted to get my feelings out.
Special Mentions
~fire-wind-wisdom for making me desperate enough to write this.
Groups
Other Deviations
Fighting For Love
How My Eyes Are Glowing
© 2009 Jonathon Reed
deviantART | Society6 | Tumblr
portfolio.jonathonreed.com
So, basically I wrote this a long time ago, trying to put my feelings into words, and while I was okay with the result, I didn't post it because I didn't want to look weak. Yep, that's me.
And then I didn't post it because I knew I was going to see her soon, and I was hoping (at the time) that something would change and.. I don't know, that she'd fall in love with me again or something. God, I feel like a total loser. It was fun being with her again, but... I felt a sense of loss. We were still comparatively distant, for the most part.
I just want her to be mine for a week, as creepy as that sounds, I mean it. Just to have some time together. That's all I ask. But it's hard when you live far away from each other and you're just friends.
Feels good, doesn't it.Ignore all of this rambling, I feel stupid enough as it is.
Ignore me.
Just like she does.
I'm exaggerating. She is a beautiful and wonderful girl.
(That's the problem.)
Technique
I don't do much fixed poetry. I find that it often limits what I'm able to write – by constricting my words to rhymes or syllables I feel that I can't let my imagination go crazy.
Funnily enough, that's what happened in this one. Kind of.
I wrote it from the heart, and I guess my heart rhymes. Suddenly it wasn't that hard to fit everything into its place. I think I wrote this really late at night (well, I should say really early in the morning) after lying awake with my mind going numb with these stanzas. I just wanted to get my feelings out.
Special Mentions
~fire-wind-wisdom for making me desperate enough to write this.
Groups
Other Deviations
Fighting For Love
How My Eyes Are Glowing
© 2009 Jonathon Reed
deviantART | Society6 | Tumblr
portfolio.jonathonreed.com
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THIS IS LITERALLY ME. I just went through this with a guy I was sure we'd be friends for a long, long time. I have never believed in true love or soul mates until I had met him. And we never even dated. I use to revolve around him, my day would be determined on his actions. I couldn't imagine a day without him and now I haven't talked to him since November. While I'd like to say I've fully gotten over him, I still have that longing for him. Before this turns into a paragraph I'll just say this is great and I was going to critique it but I couldn't have done any better, just a couple small changes. Great work 