A soft tear makes its slow journey,
Carving a new path across your cresting cheek.
Curving, crawling
Down that noble chin.
I reach up.
Fingertips brush the straggler
From the precious flesh
To which it had been clinging so desperately.
The thin wisps of hair
Covering your unfathomable eyes
Are wet.
Your hand pushes them out of your face,
Guiding them back to their place.
I pull you in to me.
We hold each other.
Silent upheavals of the shoulders
As somber sobs take hold.
I bury my head in the sweet scent of your hair.
We kiss.
Time's up.
I'm gone.
&
My heart aches.
It lays ragged, torn, weary
Upon the threadbare tapestry of my life
Spilling bittersweet wine across the floor.
This travesty of life has worn it down,
Grinded it against the cold, harsh stone of reality.
The dark desperate cloud closes in,
Threatening to smother the last vestige of hope.
The lone light that has so long stood in defiance
Of the chill of a godless night
Flickers and wavers as if to protest this new intruder.
In the face of this oppressive storm,
What has the fortitude to stand as my lone refuge?
My soul has faltered.
Is there no salvation from this endless dark?
Faltered, but not fallen.
My hear
You breathe in.
You breathe out.
Your eyes flutter under their lids.
A smile creeps across your dreaming face.
Where are you?
Are you travelling far?
Or are you here at home?
What is the setting of your perfect world?
Are you bathing in the warmth of the sun
On some exotic beach?
Water tickling your toes as waves crash
Noiselessly on golden sands?
Are you in the cool crisp air
Of the mountains?
Leaves frozen in snow
Murmuring under your feet?
Am I there with you?
In your perfect world?
Am I holding your hand?
Am I brushing your wind-blown hair
Back to its rightful place behind your ear?
Suddenly, the smile's gone.
Some d
If I only had one more day with you
What would I do?
What would I say?
What would be important enough
To make it into that day?
The first thing I would do
Is lend you my eyes.
Because for one day,
You could see yourself as I do.
Pretty, smart, funny. Happy.
Because nobody could see you
Truly see you
Without my eyes.
I would tell you you're beautiful.
That your smile is truly radiant.
I would tell you that your brand of beautiful
Reaches far beyond your pretty face;
It reaches to your soul.
Your soul.
Your being.
That truly wonderful thing.
I would try to explain to you
How happy you make me.
How nobody has ever made
The Sun did not Rise Today by JoshDemarest, literature
Literature
The Sun did not Rise Today
The sun did not rise today.
I guess it stayed in bed.
It did not go about its usual business
Of warming my heart.
It did not grace the earth with its golden rays.
The air just hung there, cold and dark,
Suspended in a dull nothingness
That enveloped everything.
The wildflowers that clothe the fields
Had no reason to bloom.
The emerald blades of the lawn
Had nothing to reach for.
The people stared out of their grimy windows in disbelief.
It seemed that all of the hope and joy in the world had gone.
Pain and fear gripped the hearts of the masses
In the stony clasp of despair.
The sun did not rise today. Not on me.
As I have g
With you by my side
What is pain?
What is fear?
What is the worst that can happen
With you by my side?
With you by my side
I am invincible.
I am beautiful.
I can move mountains
With you by my side.
With you by my side
My heart soars like an eagle.
My heart falls like a swallow.
My heart sings like a nightingale
With you by my side.
With you by my side
I have no worry.
I have no doubt.
I can face the world
With you by my side.
Your voice is like a gentle breeze
Calling me on. Calling me home.
It sends me soaring to great heights
Or crashing to the rocks below.
When you whisper your whispers of whispered affection
And sing your songs of the heart,
You lift me up to the heavens above
And lend to me the wings of love.
Your laughter chiming through the air
Makes the whole of earth seem bright.
The way you say my name in the still of night
Fills my heart with joy.
When all else is gone,
When your world crumbles,
Crashing down around you,
And the depth of night surrounds you,
I will be there.
When all hope is lost,
When everyone else has abandoned you
Or left you for dead,
And you have not the strength to carry on,
I will be there.
When you are scared and weak,
With nobody to help you,
Or come running to your aid,
When you are alone,
I will be there.
When your heart breaks,
When you can no longer see the light of day,
Or the beauty in the world,
When you feel broken beyond repair,
I will be there.
When you rejoice,
When you walk loftily upon clouds
High above earthly mortals,
When
The Sun sprang from his bed of rest
Bringing us a new day.
My heart jumped just as quickly
When we see each other.
The Children laughed and played
And frolicked in the meadow.
We walked past them, smiling,
We have all day together.
The Students are busy with their studying.
They scurry about their campus like ants,
Inflated with self-importance and flooded minds.
We continue hand in hand.
The Workers go about their busily about their business.
They are like bees in a hive.
Mindless endeavors filling privileged pockets.
We cling more tightly now.
The old men sit on their porch, bitter about life.
It needn't be like that. We ha
A soft tear makes its slow journey,
Carving a new path across your cresting cheek.
Curving, crawling
Down that noble chin.
I reach up.
Fingertips brush the straggler
From the precious flesh
To which it had been clinging so desperately.
The thin wisps of hair
Covering your unfathomable eyes
Are wet.
Your hand pushes them out of your face,
Guiding them back to their place.
I pull you in to me.
We hold each other.
Silent upheavals of the shoulders
As somber sobs take hold.
I bury my head in the sweet scent of your hair.
We kiss.
Time's up.
I'm gone.
&
My heart aches.
It lays ragged, torn, weary
Upon the threadbare tapestry of my life
Spilling bittersweet wine across the floor.
This travesty of life has worn it down,
Grinded it against the cold, harsh stone of reality.
The dark desperate cloud closes in,
Threatening to smother the last vestige of hope.
The lone light that has so long stood in defiance
Of the chill of a godless night
Flickers and wavers as if to protest this new intruder.
In the face of this oppressive storm,
What has the fortitude to stand as my lone refuge?
My soul has faltered.
Is there no salvation from this endless dark?
Faltered, but not fallen.
My hear
You breathe in.
You breathe out.
Your eyes flutter under their lids.
A smile creeps across your dreaming face.
Where are you?
Are you travelling far?
Or are you here at home?
What is the setting of your perfect world?
Are you bathing in the warmth of the sun
On some exotic beach?
Water tickling your toes as waves crash
Noiselessly on golden sands?
Are you in the cool crisp air
Of the mountains?
Leaves frozen in snow
Murmuring under your feet?
Am I there with you?
In your perfect world?
Am I holding your hand?
Am I brushing your wind-blown hair
Back to its rightful place behind your ear?
Suddenly, the smile's gone.
Some d
If I only had one more day with you
What would I do?
What would I say?
What would be important enough
To make it into that day?
The first thing I would do
Is lend you my eyes.
Because for one day,
You could see yourself as I do.
Pretty, smart, funny. Happy.
Because nobody could see you
Truly see you
Without my eyes.
I would tell you you're beautiful.
That your smile is truly radiant.
I would tell you that your brand of beautiful
Reaches far beyond your pretty face;
It reaches to your soul.
Your soul.
Your being.
That truly wonderful thing.
I would try to explain to you
How happy you make me.
How nobody has ever made
The Sun did not Rise Today by JoshDemarest, literature
Literature
The Sun did not Rise Today
The sun did not rise today.
I guess it stayed in bed.
It did not go about its usual business
Of warming my heart.
It did not grace the earth with its golden rays.
The air just hung there, cold and dark,
Suspended in a dull nothingness
That enveloped everything.
The wildflowers that clothe the fields
Had no reason to bloom.
The emerald blades of the lawn
Had nothing to reach for.
The people stared out of their grimy windows in disbelief.
It seemed that all of the hope and joy in the world had gone.
Pain and fear gripped the hearts of the masses
In the stony clasp of despair.
The sun did not rise today. Not on me.
As I have g
With you by my side
What is pain?
What is fear?
What is the worst that can happen
With you by my side?
With you by my side
I am invincible.
I am beautiful.
I can move mountains
With you by my side.
With you by my side
My heart soars like an eagle.
My heart falls like a swallow.
My heart sings like a nightingale
With you by my side.
With you by my side
I have no worry.
I have no doubt.
I can face the world
With you by my side.
Your voice is like a gentle breeze
Calling me on. Calling me home.
It sends me soaring to great heights
Or crashing to the rocks below.
When you whisper your whispers of whispered affection
And sing your songs of the heart,
You lift me up to the heavens above
And lend to me the wings of love.
Your laughter chiming through the air
Makes the whole of earth seem bright.
The way you say my name in the still of night
Fills my heart with joy.
When all else is gone,
When your world crumbles,
Crashing down around you,
And the depth of night surrounds you,
I will be there.
When all hope is lost,
When everyone else has abandoned you
Or left you for dead,
And you have not the strength to carry on,
I will be there.
When you are scared and weak,
With nobody to help you,
Or come running to your aid,
When you are alone,
I will be there.
When your heart breaks,
When you can no longer see the light of day,
Or the beauty in the world,
When you feel broken beyond repair,
I will be there.
When you rejoice,
When you walk loftily upon clouds
High above earthly mortals,
When
The Sun sprang from his bed of rest
Bringing us a new day.
My heart jumped just as quickly
When we see each other.
The Children laughed and played
And frolicked in the meadow.
We walked past them, smiling,
We have all day together.
The Students are busy with their studying.
They scurry about their campus like ants,
Inflated with self-importance and flooded minds.
We continue hand in hand.
The Workers go about their busily about their business.
They are like bees in a hive.
Mindless endeavors filling privileged pockets.
We cling more tightly now.
The old men sit on their porch, bitter about life.
It needn't be like that. We ha
As head greets tender pillow,
The eyes begin to close...
Night's carousel resumes,
And on and on it goes...
The darkness drinks in colors
From your creative mind
As fears and wishes bare,
And neatly intertwine.
As skillfully as artist,
Enlightened by his muse,
Imagination paints
The thoughts that night induced.
Their silhouettes are glowing
With temporary lives
As carousel gains speed,
And quickly whisks you by...
Before you can get dizzy,
The scenes just melt away.
The night is forced to leave -
Concede its place to day.
Bright sunlight tickles lashes
With golden fringe of beams.
It vaporizes all
Those silly, short-liv
Im Abendrot
Einsam, läuft er heute seinen Weg
Blickt zurück und denkt daran.
An die Zeiten die mal waren,
die er nicht zurück hol'n kann.
In jeder Melodie hört er ihr Lachen,
in jeder Blume erkennt er sie,
konnte sie nicht beschützen gar bewachen,
denn der Tod nahm sie ihm.
Seine Liebe hat ihr Ziel verloren,
seine Frau ist tot.
Doch er wird sie nie vergessen,
sieht ihr Bild im Abendrot.
Sing me something sweet
To put me to sleep at night
Under the stars or in your arms
Is where I want to fall asleep
Whisper in my ear
All the good thing's you hear
So I can sleep soundly
Without any nightmares
Sing me a lullaby
Made up of only sweet things
That you love about me
And that make you smile
Play me something beautiful
To calm the waves
Of my beating heart
It's about to burst
Sing me a lullaby
Of all the things
You've never wanted
To say
Play it beautifully
On your guitar
So only I can hear
Your voice
Sing me a lullaby
That I can fall asleep to
In your arms or under the stars
I'll sleep anywhere if y
Current Residence: Winthrop University Favourite genre of music: Depends on my mood Favourite photographer: Ansel Adams Favourite style of art: Anythign Favourite cartoon character: Scooby Doo Personal Quote: Read the Invictus Poem by W.E. Henley
Favourite Visual Artist
Depends on my mood
Favourite Movies
Godfather
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Depends on my mood
Favourite Writers
Ernest Hemingway
Favourite Games
Poker
Other Interests
Jazz Pianist, poetry, photography, friends, music, love
Ok. Let's be honest. I'm not looking forward to this school year. Not because i don't like my teachers or my classes. My professors all seem nice, and I'm interested in all my political science classes. In fact, academically, this is shaping up to be the best i've had so far.
But 8 AM's and an ever-growing onslaught of papers and assignments are adding up fast. Thank God for the fact that there is a Starbucks on campus. I have fun though. It isn't all work and no play. And I am not exactly a dull boy. I play Quidditch for my University, and we are going to several different schools this semester. I have an awesome roomie and a lot