Compliments fall short except to the wicked

They sat next to each other

to face one another

with winter

brewing in their hearts,

but only for the truth-less hiss

and the noiseless banter

of the mindless and conformed.

Truth crawls deep

and like water it seeps

through the veins

of mother earth

and mankind itself.

Yet earth is still,

and as it grows

towards the sky

just one thing can

sculpt it peacefully.

Water soothes,

seeps into the wood

gives life to trees

and turns the barren

lands to green.

Without truth

the world withers,

it's walls close in

and it's waters hold still,

it sits motionless

decaying.

To the core of it all.

Even so,

truths seep through the earth,

and as they flow,

So they spoke,

and truth did befall

their lips.

Though water

may break through stone,

and the earth

itself try to hold water in,

sooner or later
one must give in,

usually water wins.

SlipknotStitches

When I think about you

the rest of the world is dulled.

There is nothing that matters

nothing that could make me worse.

Manic and persistent

I find the moments dearest

and pretend that it's how it used to be.

We are young

I'm 19 and you 17

and it's the second time we've met.

Yet

we've been talking for years

and every word I hear from your lips

is an accentuation

a reason

for me to be here

to be near.

I still don't know why I left

maybe I never thought

that the life of an artist

could keep us.

That was yesterday.

Today is twisted

and cold.

We haven't seen each other

since those faithful days

when we spent nights

lost in conversation

and warm embrace.

Still you say you love me

and still we share the same

childish emotions

for one another

as we did then.

What we used to hold dear

has withered

but we are still the same

here for the other

to lick the wounds of life and living

shoulder to lean on

voice of comfort to our lonely ears.

So we thread on

loving something about one another

that no one else will ever understand

no matter how much they pretend to.

The Rambling Road

Listen gurly girl,

I know we've been talking for a day

and that our skin crawls towards one another

every time we come close to each other,

and even though you hate the things I do

you love it when I do them to you

Time's a changing

this view is re arranging

and the loneliest of moments

are often spent when we're surrounded by others

though I've known that when I'm near you

everything else dismantles

and your sour kiss, remarkable, makes me itch for more.

The most fulfilling moments

most endearing evenings

are all spent with just the two of us

your soft lips

my fingers pouring past your body

reading you like braille.

One sun lit afternoon

sitting above a mole hill

we crossed lips

and the world still turned.

Though to you and I

it stopped.

We didn't care at all if

it felt as if everything else

was all in our heads

for the only real thing

at that moment

was our kiss.

A soft breeze

and your soft hair

runs against my face

and I am awakened from the spell.

We stare at one another

and we know that the rest

will never happen.

Commas aren't necessary all of the time.

It's easy to loose yourself

in the conversations of the night.

The fog ridden morning

is swayed away

by a gentle kiss from her lips.

Words are meaningless when you live like this

when we're both free

twisted and coiled

in our embrace.

In her warm breath

that stinks of last night

and all of the dirty things

we said to each other

I find my comfort

knowing that it was just you and I

who shared that moment.