life is made of those moments by victenn, literature
Literature
life is made of those moments
Armstrong je ne suis pas noir, je suis blanc de peau
The song followed him as he walked down the street. Cars to his right, people all around. As surrounded as he was, Dean felt free. Music in his ears didnt stop thoughts racing through his brain. Isabel was all he could think of. Her scent was a dream, distant but all so vivid. He could still smell her, one night away. He remembered the last time they touched, standing in the stairway leading to her apartment. He wanted, needed, to feel her skin against his. He longed for another touch. That moment had been electric. Sure, all they did was touch, share a kiss, and split ways, bu
looking in the mirror, i cant see myself.
i search in those eyes for familiarity,
but all i get is a feeling of loneliness.
i wonder if i will ever find one to call 'self',
wonder if one day will feel my humanity.
but for now i am left with less and less.
days are cold as in the search i delve.
i hope to one day lose all my fragility,
for i am nomore a man, i'm just a mess.
as the clock of my life hits the twelve,
all i think about is my silly mortality.
fear is what keeps me from greatness.
i dream of being one, of finding myself,
but by dreaming, i lose my grip on reality.
life itself is an ocean and i must be my ness.
Home
They say home is where the heart is,
But where can home be if the heart is no more?
I trusted you, as you did me,
I did hurt you, and so did you,
But did any of us deserve what we got?
Did any of us deserve to be lost?
My thoughts are filled with images of you,
Images of a happiness I thought could be,
I long for your heart's embrace.
I think of the last thing you said.
This last lie you could not confess.
How will I ever forget, will I ever be free?
I can't love anymore, not after loving you.
Skin taste like skin,
Only yours tastes of heaven.
I dream of your scent, of your touch,
But dreams be dreams, in this land o
What is belief without passion?
Love without a lover's touch?
As I ask myself these question,
I long for your skin, my crush.
I can't help but think of your smile,
A rainbow, so colorful and free.
I dream of its lovely, simple curves
And wish it was directed at me.
If only I could master the nerves,
I would tell you I'm worth your while,
But I'm just me, and me ain't that guy.
sitting here alone, all i think about is you
i wish you were here, and my dreams came true.
i long for an embrace that would set me free
i know that your touch will bring my sanity.
if only you could see the beauty in your eye
none of them fools could have made you cry.
you make me strong enough to take on the world
but one look from you is heavier than any word.
deep inside of me lies a wild and tormented sea,
a sea so free, the raft of control lies in debris.
i truly want to overcome my thirst and my hunger
i dont want my chaos to cost me my forever.
As i sit, looking back at my journey
I can't help wonder how it all began.
I sure remember wanting you to stay,
Just know that it was no means to no end.
I know i sound corny, maybe silly,
But what I feel is who i am, no less.
I need you to know you make me happy,
And through your love, give meaning to my mess.
Living with Sun, I cannot bear the night
I wonder who would wish for shelter.
Her blessed rays cloaking us in light,
All we can do is simply welcome her,
Her touch on our lives is pure bliss.
With her in front, shadows stay behind,
Pure freedom shared through her kiss.
Who can be stopped with Sun in mind?
looking in the mirror, i cant see myself.
i search in those eyes for familiarity,
but all i get is a feeling of loneliness.
i wonder if i will ever find one to call 'self',
wonder if one day will feel my humanity.
but for now i am left with less and less.
days are cold as in the search i delve.
i hope to one day lose all my fragility,
for i am nomore a man, i'm just a mess.
as the clock of my life hits the twelve,
all i think about is my silly mortality.
fear is what keeps me from greatness.
i dream of being one, of finding myself,
but by dreaming, i lose my grip on reality.
life itself is an ocean and i must be my ness.