You...

Hey you... Hey you...

Hey you... Hey you...

Hey you... Hey you...

Hey you... Hey you...

Too many things to say

But with a heart without courage

Words will remain unspoken

Time's running out...

You... You... You!!!

You... Listen to me, please!!!

You!!! Stop talking and listen!!!

You! Please! Listen! I'm begging you!

You! I love you!

You... I need you...

You... You... You...

~Ash~

We Own It

I never feared death or dying

I only fear never trying

I am whatever I am

Only God can judge me, now

One shot, everything rides on tonight

Even if I've got three strikes

I'mma go for it

This moment, we own it

~2Chainz & Wiz Khalifa~

Remembering Charms and Pendants

He knows.

And she knows that he knows.

What she doesn't know is how he knew. But she's also sure that he doesn't know that she knows that he knows.

The steel legs of the table made a scraping sound; her hip had bumped into it in her haste to leave the room. Sam Dong chuckled—dense as he was, he didn't miss the fact that the palm on her cheek wasn't wiping any of the dust away. It was holding her cheek as if it was protecting a treasure.

Of course he knew.

(Never mind that it was just because he accidentally looked through her wallet—the important thing was that he knew.)

~dreamscapenymph~

Why did Rihito finally kiss Mei

         So that day he made a decision. He would never cover his love for her. That he would try to work harder to make her love him and even harder to keep her heart. For he finally knew what he wanted. He did not want to be his butler only, but he wanted to be a man that could stand by her 'side' instead of behind her. A man that would love her as well as protect her. She was his sun. She was his air. Without her he was just an empty shell. Without her he could not go on living. So on that fateful day, Shibata Rihito kissed Hongo Mei full on her lips. Marking her as his. Forever and ever.

~poetry123~

To Be Elsewhere

We met in a coastal village
spent a lovely night without leaving an address
going separate ways. Three years later
we meet again by coincidence.
The whole
three years spun a novel
we abandoned:
They fail to recognize themselves
as though meeting in another story
for an encounter.
One asks: Who are you, so cold and weary
The other says: I only know a thread is loose on my sweater
            The more you pull it, the more it lengthens
            until I completely vanish.

~Hsia Yu~

I Used To Think

I used to think
The mind essential in the body, even
As stood the body essential in the mind:
Two inseparable things, by nature equal
And similar, and in creation’s song
Halving the total scale: it is not so.
Unlike and cross like driftwood sticks they come
Churned in the giddy trough: a chunk of pine,
A slab of rosewood: mangled each on each
With knocks and friction, or in deadly pain
Sheathing each other’s splinters: till at last
Without all stuff or shape they ’re jetted up
Where in the bluish moisture rot whate’er
Was vomited in horror from the sea.

~Trumbull Stickney~

Poems For Blok

Your name is a—bird in my hand,

a piece of ice on my tongue.

The lips’ quick opening.

Your name—four letters.

A ball caught in flight,

a silver bell in my mouth.

A stone thrown into a silent lake

is—the sound of your name.

The light click of hooves at night

—your name.

Your name at my temple

—sharp click of a cocked gun.

Your name—impossible—

kiss on my eyes,

the chill of closed eyelids.

Your name—a kiss of snow.

Blue gulp of icy spring water.

With your name—sleep deepens.

~Marina Tsvetaeva~