Posttraumatic Romantic"So, you know how to make napalm?" he says laughing,
smiling his general's smile while
capturing the last of the
killjoys clinging to my heartstrings.
Everyone saw him as
the grunge kid from the mill or
the decrepit soldier.
But he's much more than syllables could define.
He's the insanely dark haired
posttraumatic romantic with a
passion for the unruly and
Expressionism floods his capillaries and
realism shreds his larynx.
He is made of charcoal and gunpowder, but
his eyes disprove my findings.
All he wants is to be her one.
Infinite WonderMaybe, if I learn to see the beauty in chaos and destruction, my life won't be so miserable.
Identical Strangersi.she wore a peace sign so she could remember her name.
otherwise, the storm clouds would
sweep her away
and her mind would get lost in the
of tragedy and loss.
ii.her desire to learn condescended everything, even love.
when the time came, she tried understanding him,
but the lightning blinded her efforts and
the downpour drown out her cries.
so instead of falling in love, she fell from the oak branch
and broke her wings.
iii.he smirked and watched the blood fall from her cringing fingertips,
and kissed her wrists goodbye.
Another soul lost to the infinite horizon.
Chronicle of Dreams: RomanticismI came to your house and was visiting you, we had been dating a while so our parents trusted us being home alone. I was playing around and went and sprawled out on your bed acting crazy. You walk in there and I lean my head up and start laughing, you smile and poke me in the side while saying "Move over!!!" I finally surrendered and moved over and you laid down beside me. I blush a little and rolled over to where my back is facing you, all of a sudden I feel you pull me backwards by wrapping your arms around my waist. I do my little surprised yelp and start giggling, you hold me tight and I try to wiggle away, you tighten your grip and say "No! Mine!" I lay there practically dying because all the blood has gone to my face and say "Well at least let me be comfortable!!!" You loosen your grip enough to where I can roll over facing you, I cuddle up to you and lay my head in between your neck and the pillow, I put my hands on your chest and sigh lightly. My breath must have bothered you be