My perfect soul.

She the perfect match;

Im not heightening a white flag.

To blow in the breeze of our past, waring love.

invisible bombs dropping in our heads as thoughts,

Tankful actions to betray me…

May the land minds of our words,

Self destruct, may the tank lose course,

May the spiralling bombs around us, to cease.

The end of our war, belongs to future loves.

May they be more understanding, less prideful.

May the war cease, the flag to hover whilst blue jay’s pass nearby;

May the sun set whilst you’re smiling in-front of him.

May your smile stay bold and flawless,

You deserve to be content, i do know.

I love you…

To lose your massive pride,

Would mean to me, that I’m worth it too, am i?

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The Leg’s, lifeless.

The heart is tied, the knot holds.

She casted a rope, and pulled it forth.

my woman, is my match.

The fire flickers, the candle within a heart.

The candle drips pink; the heart of stained glass.

the glass shatter’s. Love betrayed the organ,

The legs hanging lifelessly….

Book

As i go around the zombies – too messed up from her potions to think. Theyre pulling ideas out in a frozen mind, unaware im walking past, no thought train to conduct. Theyre not aware, of what they should do. As i move towards the housing complex, i see the witch staring at me, her dead gaze, cutting through.

As i remember the good times, seperating the potions that i conjured. I remember, thinking to myself, she looks so beautiful… i think too myself, while walking up the stairs. Is something wrong? Is she really trapped within, which is which – im starting to lose my memory of everything we did, talked about…

reality feels like its slipping. The area, seems fogged, hard to walk forwards, light shines from within the eyes, stars are present. The thinking slower…

The stairs are of metal, chilly, in these shoes… ice hanging from the small apartment-like unit windows. Frost consuming the floors. I walk upwards, during this large staircase… slippery to the feet. As i try to keep gripping and move up, i can hear the laughing from above, growing with strength.

I finally get to the top, shes standing infront. the 80’s wall paper – looks terrible… to the front as i look, she begins to project an image, of 4… they create a vortex, using her chilly breath – i cant tell which is which….

Love

She goes around warming peoples hearts, each heart, she sets afire a blaze that will last…. She creates examples of what it is to be human – to love, and be caring – they pass on her teaching’s.  
She’s the type that will sacrifice an hour of work for a 2 min reaction of happiness- she knows what its like to have nothing, yet have everything. So selfless, it shakes the greed out of the chilliest of men.

I love her.

I hurt her, the words vicious, the mind infuriated… her love pure, effortless, strong. She held my hand, she helped me up, gave me all-of-her love… I took her love and abused her mind… She’s wiser, i played a game, within her’s – a test. as the time goes by, i try to make it up to her, to give her my hand, but she’s neglecting me, as the moments pass, i feel overwhelmed with feelings… She looks to me, cracks apart every insecurity, vulnerability with efficiency…. i up-lift her being too… I can’t comprehend, everything she’s done is for me, and how it’s what i’ve needed, and previously couldn’t understand how pleasurable true love could be. too her i’m an excellent man, a kind and gentle individual… to me she’s an angel – sandy glistening spirit, the tide sweeps the beaches and her soul captures the dirty tide of my mind within her golden sandy palms. And onto the beeches is rapid rain drops of my tears needing her back.

The Personified Skyscraper.

building a skyscraper, the ‘scraper, will be built with well engineered materials, it will laugh beautifully, be well constructed, each brick, each pillar, will shout out to the heavens, commanding storms, telling the God’s that it’s ready to be among the highest building’s within the city. It smiles to the sky – It’s structurally well…. and forever growing, expanding, taking the city over. The personified structure… will never be among those who become ablaze, it will charge in development, charge in power – electricity.  Above the hellish molten of middle Earth, The basement’s concrete will be so embedded so, one with the Earth, the soil. It will tell the ground units trying to destruct this massive building, that’s it’s never be fucked with, never to be tore down. This building is the Earth… It’s as impenetrable as a diamond, in sorts it is.

The Butterfly.

The flower’s bloom outside, as we sit and socialize, the minutes turn to hours… the weather shifts to anew, like our complicated relationship…it’s ever-changing, and very enjoyable – within a forest, i look around, and begin to protect myself from those around. i embrace her being, her whit, her unusual personality, she’s began to fly, and visit within the forestry. i’ve cocooned – i’m not in a rush to deconstruct my thick protective layer – it suits me for the time being, a wall to keep those around out, as she ventures and flourishes and mingles with the other wildlife, i sit, wrapped in a layer of social-repellent.  However i become emotionally down due to the fact that we’re apart in maturity…. she sees me as lesser i see her as forever.  Which compels me to make things different, change, grow. as she heightens like the trees around, so do i… but she has years on me and at times i feel as a kid. and that’s the way she views me, friend zoned by a grand friend.