Your lips meet my own
With a clash that rivals
The movement of tectonic plates
The burst of signals
Flowing through our neurons
Reminds me of a billion wave lengths
I’m drawn to you
Like a magnetic north and south
Without choice
I find I’m reaching out.
This is the part where I’m filled
With a million kinds of regret
And a trillion kinds of mistakes.
When we walk you place your hands
On the small of my back
And I swoon
When we talk you take
The works from my mouth
And I know I’m breaking soon.
Your cigarette stained lips
Pull the logic from mine
And I drown in a sea
Of lost inhibitions
Every second is pulling
While the tides may carry us,
And the winds will pull us,
We’ll never separate.
Though you may be thrown,
Into waters unknown,
We’ll always gravitate.
When tides are low,
And morale won’t hold,
I’ll meet you in the shallows.
Through tidal waves,
And hurricanes,
I know our bond is hallowed.
In winters cold,
And springs re-told,
I know we’ll meet again.
Distance (Moses Knew Best) by aiemcross, literature
Literature
Distance (Moses Knew Best)
If I could, I would part cities the way Moses parted seas.
I would do everything in my power to make the distance between you and me even the least bit smaller. I would call a cab or fly a plane if money weren't an obstacle. I would build a bridge or climb a mountain if only to see your face. But alas it is and for now I can only try. Try as I might to control the longing I feel down to my fingertips and toes to once again see you smile. Memory is flawed and I can only imagine it in its entirety so well. I know I haven’t done it justice.
Pray that the battle of the impossible ends like Davie and Goliath.
Let’s hope that deep do
I am small in your hands.If by aiemcross, literature
Literature
I am small in your hands.If
I am small in your hands.
If I could be anything, I know that I would be a bird. I know that I would want to be small and free, and that I would want to feel the wind between my feathers scooping up underneath my breast bone. I know I’d want to fly.
I am small in my words.
I can never find the right words these days. Letters and syllables come tumbling out of my mouth and I reach to grasp them and put them back. I would expand my chest and absorb the words if I only could. If I were more confident I wouldn’t need a safety net outside of my lips or to be able to open up my chest but I do. I falter between rib bones and fingertip
My tongue was stained with the taste of stale coffee as I leafed through thick textbooks in the library. Aristotle and Plato were scribbled across the pages, still relevant in their thinking. Try as I might, I couldn't help but think I would be a good philosopher.
The afternoon light shined bright over the campus buildings and in through the window beside me. The black leather seats were large, and as I sat down my small frame was nearly consumed in them. I tucked my legs under myself and was lost amongst the old language and manila pages.
The lecture hall boomed with the sound of the professor's voice. Occasionally a break in her speech
The warm air makes its way through my hair as your fingers find their way across my skin. I'm forced to realize that this is one of that last times we're going to be together before it all changes and that this is one of the last times that we'll experience such a carefree afternoon together. I run my hands through your too long hair and smile at your touch. Most of all I'm really going to miss you.
Waves crash,
Cars crash,
But I think without you,
I'm going to need a crash cart.
I remember sitting in your red Chevy tracker. The sky was dark, the air was cold and I was shaking under the weight of my own thoughts and inhibitions. Somehow
I stretch out on the wet sand as the tide rolls in. The cold water crashes onto my toes and rolls up to wash over my thighs. The white moonlight shines down and is reflected in the ocean. When I look up I see the stars, and the patterns they were so carefully woven into. I think about how the creation of those constellations must have been a carefully crafted effort that required perfect timing. Suddenly I think of you.
I think of how somewhere out there I know you're doing the same as me. You're thinking of me. Somewhere you're lying down in your bed; toes happily snug under a warm cotton sheet staring contently into t
They tell me you're no good for me.
They say that your blue collar lifestyle can't merge with my academia and that we should just give up now. That we should just stop trying while the wounds are fresh and shallow. Most of all they say that I'm too young to know what love is and that you're too old to love me.
They tell me we're too different.
They say that I'll outgrow you as I spend my time buried in a textbook and you spend yours covered in oil and caught up in engines. That somewhere between my bachelor's degree and my first incision, the stitches that tie us together will all fall out. That we'll be a messy wound with no real repair,
I promised myself I'd only love you
on days that end in the letter 'y'.
To love without restrictions would be
chaotic;
but maybe I could live with organized chaos.
I'm convincing myself I still have control over this
Over the blood rushing to my cheeks,
Over the knocking of my knees,
Or even the stuttering of my words. But truth be told I don't.
You get into me, onto me, and are laced across my skin,
with a taste I can't not crave.
You're the disease I can't shake out.
I find I'm going insane trying to figure out
why you make me feel
So much at once.
As if my nerve ending are charged
then set alight.
You make me feel
If I was the tide, then you'd be the shore line; I'll never stop coming back to you.
I breathe you in as if you were air to my lungs, and oxygen to my body. I've never needed you so much as I do right now with your fingers traveling down my spine, setting my blood alight with a new meaning of voracity.
Your lips travel across my skin and I'm bursting into feelings and desires that can't possibly be said with words. There isn't a language in the world that could describe how you set me free and flowing into limp limbs and needy hands with only your touch.
As sweet nothings travel from your mouth and float into my ears, I know I can't take m
Your lips meet my own
With a clash that rivals
The movement of tectonic plates
The burst of signals
Flowing through our neurons
Reminds me of a billion wave lengths
I’m drawn to you
Like a magnetic north and south
Without choice
I find I’m reaching out.
This is the part where I’m filled
With a million kinds of regret
And a trillion kinds of mistakes.
When we walk you place your hands
On the small of my back
And I swoon
When we talk you take
The works from my mouth
And I know I’m breaking soon.
Your cigarette stained lips
Pull the logic from mine
And I drown in a sea
Of lost inhibitions
Every second is pulling
While the tides may carry us,
And the winds will pull us,
We’ll never separate.
Though you may be thrown,
Into waters unknown,
We’ll always gravitate.
When tides are low,
And morale won’t hold,
I’ll meet you in the shallows.
Through tidal waves,
And hurricanes,
I know our bond is hallowed.
In winters cold,
And springs re-told,
I know we’ll meet again.
Distance (Moses Knew Best) by aiemcross, literature
Literature
Distance (Moses Knew Best)
If I could, I would part cities the way Moses parted seas.
I would do everything in my power to make the distance between you and me even the least bit smaller. I would call a cab or fly a plane if money weren't an obstacle. I would build a bridge or climb a mountain if only to see your face. But alas it is and for now I can only try. Try as I might to control the longing I feel down to my fingertips and toes to once again see you smile. Memory is flawed and I can only imagine it in its entirety so well. I know I haven’t done it justice.
Pray that the battle of the impossible ends like Davie and Goliath.
Let’s hope that deep do
I am small in your hands.If by aiemcross, literature
Literature
I am small in your hands.If
I am small in your hands.
If I could be anything, I know that I would be a bird. I know that I would want to be small and free, and that I would want to feel the wind between my feathers scooping up underneath my breast bone. I know I’d want to fly.
I am small in my words.
I can never find the right words these days. Letters and syllables come tumbling out of my mouth and I reach to grasp them and put them back. I would expand my chest and absorb the words if I only could. If I were more confident I wouldn’t need a safety net outside of my lips or to be able to open up my chest but I do. I falter between rib bones and fingertip
My tongue was stained with the taste of stale coffee as I leafed through thick textbooks in the library. Aristotle and Plato were scribbled across the pages, still relevant in their thinking. Try as I might, I couldn't help but think I would be a good philosopher.
The afternoon light shined bright over the campus buildings and in through the window beside me. The black leather seats were large, and as I sat down my small frame was nearly consumed in them. I tucked my legs under myself and was lost amongst the old language and manila pages.
The lecture hall boomed with the sound of the professor's voice. Occasionally a break in her speech
The warm air makes its way through my hair as your fingers find their way across my skin. I'm forced to realize that this is one of that last times we're going to be together before it all changes and that this is one of the last times that we'll experience such a carefree afternoon together. I run my hands through your too long hair and smile at your touch. Most of all I'm really going to miss you.
Waves crash,
Cars crash,
But I think without you,
I'm going to need a crash cart.
I remember sitting in your red Chevy tracker. The sky was dark, the air was cold and I was shaking under the weight of my own thoughts and inhibitions. Somehow
I stretch out on the wet sand as the tide rolls in. The cold water crashes onto my toes and rolls up to wash over my thighs. The white moonlight shines down and is reflected in the ocean. When I look up I see the stars, and the patterns they were so carefully woven into. I think about how the creation of those constellations must have been a carefully crafted effort that required perfect timing. Suddenly I think of you.
I think of how somewhere out there I know you're doing the same as me. You're thinking of me. Somewhere you're lying down in your bed; toes happily snug under a warm cotton sheet staring contently into t
They tell me you're no good for me.
They say that your blue collar lifestyle can't merge with my academia and that we should just give up now. That we should just stop trying while the wounds are fresh and shallow. Most of all they say that I'm too young to know what love is and that you're too old to love me.
They tell me we're too different.
They say that I'll outgrow you as I spend my time buried in a textbook and you spend yours covered in oil and caught up in engines. That somewhere between my bachelor's degree and my first incision, the stitches that tie us together will all fall out. That we'll be a messy wound with no real repair,
I promised myself I'd only love you
on days that end in the letter 'y'.
To love without restrictions would be
chaotic;
but maybe I could live with organized chaos.
I'm convincing myself I still have control over this
Over the blood rushing to my cheeks,
Over the knocking of my knees,
Or even the stuttering of my words. But truth be told I don't.
You get into me, onto me, and are laced across my skin,
with a taste I can't not crave.
You're the disease I can't shake out.
I find I'm going insane trying to figure out
why you make me feel
So much at once.
As if my nerve ending are charged
then set alight.
You make me feel
If I was the tide, then you'd be the shore line; I'll never stop coming back to you.
I breathe you in as if you were air to my lungs, and oxygen to my body. I've never needed you so much as I do right now with your fingers traveling down my spine, setting my blood alight with a new meaning of voracity.
Your lips travel across my skin and I'm bursting into feelings and desires that can't possibly be said with words. There isn't a language in the world that could describe how you set me free and flowing into limp limbs and needy hands with only your touch.
As sweet nothings travel from your mouth and float into my ears, I know I can't take m
While the tides may carry us,
And the winds will pull us,
We’ll never separate.
Though you may be thrown,
Into waters unknown,
We’ll always gravitate.
When tides are low,
And morale won’t hold,
I’ll meet you in the shallows.
Through tidal waves,
And hurricanes,
I know our bond is hallowed.
In winters cold,
And springs re-told,
I know we’ll meet again.
Distance (Moses Knew Best) by aiemcross, literature
Literature
Distance (Moses Knew Best)
If I could, I would part cities the way Moses parted seas.
I would do everything in my power to make the distance between you and me even the least bit smaller. I would call a cab or fly a plane if money weren't an obstacle. I would build a bridge or climb a mountain if only to see your face. But alas it is and for now I can only try. Try as I might to control the longing I feel down to my fingertips and toes to once again see you smile. Memory is flawed and I can only imagine it in its entirety so well. I know I haven’t done it justice.
Pray that the battle of the impossible ends like Davie and Goliath.
Let’s hope that deep do
The warm air makes its way through my hair as your fingers find their way across my skin. I'm forced to realize that this is one of that last times we're going to be together before it all changes and that this is one of the last times that we'll experience such a carefree afternoon together. I run my hands through your too long hair and smile at your touch. Most of all I'm really going to miss you.
Waves crash,
Cars crash,
But I think without you,
I'm going to need a crash cart.
I remember sitting in your red Chevy tracker. The sky was dark, the air was cold and I was shaking under the weight of my own thoughts and inhibitions. Somehow
For the first time in my life
I don't feel like I have to be fixed
Because I don't feel like I'm
b r o k e n.
I feel like I'm already
Fine and the parts that aren't
Don't matter; because you think
They are
If I was the tide, then you'd be the shore line; I'll never stop coming back to you.
I breathe you in as if you were air to my lungs, and oxygen to my body. I've never needed you so much as I do right now with your fingers traveling down my spine, setting my blood alight with a new meaning of voracity.
Your lips travel across my skin and I'm bursting into feelings and desires that can't possibly be said with words. There isn't a language in the world that could describe how you set me free and flowing into limp limbs and needy hands with only your touch.
As sweet nothings travel from your mouth and float into my ears, I know I can't take m
I'm breathing you in like the earth breathes the sun. I fear I'm only standing because you've broken through my hazy thoughts and are cradling me in your hands.
I'm so very fragile, most days the smallest touch will break me; but you've taken me by the hand and smoothed away all my dark thoughts and hopeless surrender. You've led me into a place where I'm not afraid to be free and my heart beats with a new found passion. Color is returning to my cheeks and I'm blushing from too sweet words and thoughts of something beautiful.
You're letting me trust again. It's against all my better judgment, but we haven't gone wrong yet. Each turn gets br
Academia Doesnt Cross Over by aiemcross, literature
Literature
Academia Doesnt Cross Over
My life is neat, organized and tuned to the perfect pitch. My vocabulary rolls off my tongue like that of an academic. Some people call me robotic; others call me a role model. Whatever the case may be, I just act the only way I know how; calibrated to high frequencies with a tendency to overload.
Everyone always say to 'live' my life; that I only get one shot of being a teenager, and I should embrace it. How I should have more to do on a Friday night then study alone with my textbook. Most of all, everyone tells me how I only get this one opportunity to make all of these beautiful, wonderful mistakes. And so one day, I decided I
You're painting cadmium yellow all across my sorrowed excuses and fearless exposure. There is no other place that I seem to fit better then under your creative eye and this whimsical paintbrush. So let's paint ourselves into this world where anything is possible under this yellow sun, golden wheat field and pinkish light.
Let me, this yellow song bird, take flight into the blazing dawn. Watch me help light the sky as I chase away all out inhibitions, latent regrets and fears of tomorrow. Because baby, tonight I won't let anything touch us.
I'm painting coral based crimson all across your expressions. Swirls of red fly in all directions as
We stand laughing, complete grease monkeys with smudges of oil marked randomly across our cheeks. But as you smile in my direction and I laugh in yours; I don't think I've ever felt more beautiful.
Breathe deep and
Pull me close because [tonight]
It feels [so] right
I'm growing to love your taste of music, and I'm floundering around your every word. Slowly, I'm losing my concentration as your voice fills my head and dances about my tongue. You're everywhere I look and you trail every thought in my head. Profusely, I'm falling in love.
Let's be more
Than we ever dared
[to] Imagine
Shattered hearts mean nothing to us as we trip and fall
I wish you could feel what I feel.
I wish that when you looked at me, you could feel how you grab my world by its axis and hold it perfectly still. Nothing else matters but your beautiful eyes as they bore into me, or bring a smile to my face. Your roar of laughter shoots tremors through my lungs and pulls back my lips into a contagious smile. If you're the disease, then I'm the infected; and there's no turning back now.
I wish that when your hand brushed mine, you could feel how electricity sparks along my skin, and dances through my veins. I hold my breath for the tiniest of seconds before I remember how to breathe. All I want to do is h
Alright then.
This has not been the most active account, and I by no means intend to change that. I make no promises that it will ever be as active as it once was. I simple do not have a lot of time to write.
However, I will be using this as a place to share and receive feedback about my pieces as I would still like to grow as a writer. So needlessly to say I really do take any and all feedback to heart, even if it is just a 'favorite'.
So, I will gradually be taking all my work down from here that is really no longer relevant. Sorry to anyone who likes my angst-ie teenage works, but it's not who I am anymore. I will however keep the reall
Hello All,
I've decided that I'm going to give this another whirl and see if I can use deviantart to try and get me back into the swing of writing.
Some people may wonder why I dropped off the face of the earth and it's because I've been busy being on a FIRST Robotics team. Basically I've been building and competing with robots. Other things too but I'm not up for spamming.
Info On FIRST Canada here: http://www.firstroboticscanada.org/main/
Info On FIRST US here: http://www.usfirst.org/
I was lucky enough to go to the championships in St. Louis and it really was amazing.
As much as I would like to be the 'Wooo I'm Back' person, I am no
Hi everyone,
I'm not leaving DA just yet. We will see how things go over the next month or so.
I just might not be busy at all if at all ):
I hope everyone is well!
aiem.