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Lost WonderThere is peace beyond the treesLost Wonder by ~That-Quiet-Guy
Deep within the forest, breath
Relief is in the very air
Shed your worries, show no care
Walk freely in the evening sun
Beneath the leaves, night has begun
No motor hum or metal gleam
Nothing to ask, so much received
To leave would be impossible...
Lost and full of wonder
Empty OceanI'll always be the type that cares just a bit too muchEmpty Ocean by ~That-Quiet-Guy
I can't help myself when it comes to what I love
What's enough?
How can I tell when I exceed it?
When I let things run their course, I'm equally defeated
I feel cheated by my own romantic notions
Why must I drift alone in so vast an ocean?
Beautiful GhostSo long I've loved a ghost of lettersBeautiful Ghost by ~That-Quiet-Guy
So far gone
Could be for better
Never could I hope to be
Any more than distantly
Drifting free
In back of mind
I never was the type to shine
Every time, by chance we meet
You're so quiet... I'm so meek
Ever bleak, while you burn bright
I hope one day to share your light...
Beautiful ghost writer
Blissful RiskIf I wrote a poem for you, would you think it odd?Blissful Risk by ~That-Quiet-Guy
I'd place my bet on "yes", simply just because
One of your vast beauty can't be swayed by prose
No simple box of chocolates, no brightly colored rose
Those are merely children's tools
Sure not to impress
I'm at such a loss with you
You seem so damn complex
But I'll test my metal
You're more than worth the risk
After all, what's one man's pride compared to total bliss?
Dizzy VicesThe swirl of smoke dizzy in my head,Dizzy Vices by ~Mintamite
And the subtle vanilla and cinnamon sinking
Through my gums, I watch winter whisk
Snowy storms across the frozen ground.
I’d think of you, but it would be impure-
Basking in my vices, enjoying the little
Forbidden spices of life that I keep all
To myself; Like these words, you’ll probably
Never see the dangerous side of me.
The copious cups of coffee I drown my heart in
To make it beat, the cigarette I smoke to make me
Think.
I can’t help these spectral habits that no one sees,
And I hope that no one can believe it true of me.
My foresight gulps down disappointment, but
Right now, in th
The WriterWe’re all descending quickly to the ground,The Writer by ~Mintamite
Chasing memories with dreams of things not meant to be.
Our hopes escalate, feeling higher and higher in the smokey
Atmosphere of red wine and cigarettes, poetry and self-doubt,
But in one moment I can suspend a feeling, a god, the master of feelings.
I’ve tamed all these wild creatures into verses with the pretense that they’re free.
I can make them believe things that no one actually sees: give them a fresh reality.
I am the blank page, life is the ink: There’s blood rouging my cheeks,
And sleep lining my eyes- I can make even ugliness appear desirable
With the turn of a ph
Little ThoughtsNovember nights crumbling right under my feet,Little Thoughts by ~Mintamite
I’m walking in a dream, or along the seams
Of in between, tasting stars as they bathe
In milky blue depths of winter’s breath.
I’m only slightly sleepless, and my bones
Ache, but I’ll lie down and meet your lips
With the softest kiss, even if I’m a nervous
Wreck. You’ve got charms in your pocket,
And life up your sleeves, and the bluest eyes
I’ve ever seen, and they only seem to grow
Bigger and more enchanting when we're
Inches apart, in the dark, skin touching,
Arms clutching. This might be nothing,
But it could be something.
Sta.sh
