My favorite word in the world is snazzy because I believe it sums up a specific emotion quite well. You know that feeling where you just smile and have this overwhelming sense of pride and happiness? That is because something or yourself is snazzy. Everything I post on here is something I believe to be snazzy. This can range from writings of mine, photos, quotes from my friends, or links. So go ahead, read, enjoy, and be snazzy.
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter—bitter,” he answered;
“But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart.
We stood by the ocean. He held my hand as though it were an after thought, like a pair of keys he forgot he was holding. The wind blew my dress up to my thighs, but I was too young to know about modesty. We watched the waves rush to meet the shoreline; my breathing was in sync with the oceans.
“Do you know what insanity is?” He asked.
“I think so.”
“What do you think it is?”
“Doing something over and over and over again.” I answered
I watched as the ocean kissed the shore and wondered why the beach never kissed back.
“Are you insane?” I asked.
“I’ll let you know.”
Fireflies are forgotten
When morning comes,
Melodies are reduced
To careless hums.
Is nothing like that.
Sometimes the doors
Don’t open any more.
But you still can’t escape.
Is nothing like that.
Dew loves fiercely,
The nights warm air,
Blossoms in winter,
Are lovely and rare.
From the mornings’ ashes
And rests over salted stares.
Fingers tangle in woven grasses
Kisses freeze in midnight air—
Loving you is that and more,
These scars are from the night
I ripped out the stitches
That he sewed into my smile.
There from those moments
When your laughter
Made me grin so much
Happiness could rest on my cheeks.
I was told the sun
Would always too be bright for my eyes.
Maybe that’s why
I am lost in the light of your soul.
A hopeless romantic who thinks love’s key;
He claims he just wants people to be happy.
Cupid is the excuse that people use
For putting up with neglect and abuse.
An irresponsible adolescent
Who believes all love should be incessant—
Cupid is a reckless alcoholic
Who doesn’t know when to stop taking shots
It’s time to put down the arrows, kid.
And let impossible loves be lost.
I will write you into my heart.
Graffiti your name on the walls
As a reminder
That anything can be art.
You were a house on fire.
Burning on the inside,
You swallowed the flames like sugar pills.
And though you tried you couldn’t hide
The black smoke that billowed around you and behind your eyes.
I was merely a candle that didn’t burn quite as brightly as I would have liked to.
Because every time I tried someone was always quick to put me out.
Though our friendship came with doubts,
I embraced it like I would any beautiful thing.
For the first time I was close enough to feel the warmth radiate off my skin.
And in a few short moments you let yourself in.
After that night I woke up to find my heart was a firefly and you held the jar.
I let you strip away layers of myself
And the parts of me that had belonged to someone else.
Like the petals of flowers the other girls tossed at your feet,
I fell for you slowly, my stem tied in knots;
“He loves me!”…He loves me not.
The weeks went by where we didn’t speak,
Afraid to admit to the other we were incomplete.
Days went by where I didn’t sleep
Because I was too busy counting my heartbeats,
Wondering how long my body would go before admitting defeat.
You and I both knew about pain,
The kind where there was no one but yourself to blame—
Where you felt yourself shake from the sheer ache
Of knowing you were the one who made the mistake,
Knowing you were the one who let yourself pour out
Like purified water from a rusted spout.
I didn’t know selfless pain until I met you,
The kind where there’s nothing you can do ‘cuz it’s not up to you,
It’s worse than stepping on a Lego or walking in stilettos,
No, this hurt is like an echo.
I can feel it bouncing off my hearts walls enraged,
Trying to slip through the cracks of this locked cage.
When I’m with you I could cry in happiness, laugh in sorrow—
Stubbornly exist until tomorrow
I wonder What worth does this soul possess?
What feelings do these words express?
I’m lost and you are my compass that guides me,
You are the life that defines me.
I’m extremely happy to exist besides you,
For you’re composed of the brightest hues.
And the first time you kissed me
I felt you stitch yourself into every inch of my soul;
It was the first time I had ever been whole,
The first time I let myself lose control.
I found oceans in your eyes that would ignite
Every time you looked at me in the right light,
The flame in them was so vibrant and bright,
That all I wanted to do was drown and burn all at once.
Infinity has never will never and can never be ours to keep,
But still we will promise it because without it what is there left to believe?
Forever is in the way your hand intertwines with mine,
The way not all poems are wrapped in rhymes.
It’s in all those moment when we had to read between the lines.
Our breaths with each exhale whisper “I love you” one more time.
The kisses that I will trace down your spine,
Where hollows meet and greet the shadows with open hands and closed eyes.
Forever is having you—
And knowing that this moment with you is more precious than forever can ever be.
Hair graying, bodies fraying, minds straying,
Our love not once fading, we will have proven ourselves right,
That we did belong together, that we were each others gravity keeping us grounded.
That we were bounded to one another.
In the end both of us better do some serious praying.
For all those times our strength was wavering.
Despite all the fights and all the screams
All the nightmares tucked away in our dreams
I will never question why I bothered staying;
Because if our minds go blank
And you can’t remember my face I know that we will met again and again
As lovers, as companions, as friends.
Because a story like this never simply ends.
So we will stay with one another
Though the only thing we have to gain is each other.
—That will always be enough for me.
Here’s to hoping you agree.
You were the brightest part of my day. Whenever you peeked down at me from behind clouded eyes my frozen soul would melt instantly. Your warm embrace would engulf me. Ever since I could remember, you were the only one who looked beneath the surface and accepted all of me without regrets. Being with you made me believe in forever. I wish I could have frozen time, so that these moments together never would have had to end.
You couldn’t stay though, because other people needed you. I wasn’t selfish enough to make you stay. That’s why whenever you were around I would cry salty tears, enough to fill an endless sea. I knew you would leave soon and I would be alone until the next morn. We both knew if you were to stay with me all the time, you would wear me down. I didn’t want to be your burden. Winter was the loneliest time for me; you came as suddenly as you left.
It was another bitter night, and I was looking to the horizon in hopes of seeing the outstretched arms of my love. Instead I saw the silhouette of a ship in the distance. I hated ships; they always avoided me. I kept my eyes on the ship and noticed that it wasn’t changing its course. It was heading right towards me. In desperation, I tried to think light—I thought about what you would do at this instance and realized you would welcome it with your shine…I let your sister wrap me up in her moonbeams, and for a few minutes I swear I sparkled.
When the ship hit me I felt myself shatter. Pieces of me plummeted into the water with such an urgency I couldn’t control it. People tried to grasp at my broken parts in an attempt to stay afloat, but like so many before them they let go because my cool disposition was too much for them. I wished I could have told them that frostbites not contagious, and that when two frozen objects.. thaw and freeze together they become stuck to each other, and I can’t think of anything more poetic. I would have said all of these things if my lips weren’t so heavy and if my tongue wasn’t stuck to the roof of my mouth in an attempt to rid myself of a two hundred year old brain freeze. I watched as a young couple fought fiercely over who would float on a broken door—The girl won when she pushed the young man off the raft.
Pieces of me drifted farther and farther. I feared that you would never find me…and I was cold, even for me. I braced myself for the loneliness. I knew that my crystal smile would never again be illuminated by your rays. I decided then that the price of loving is remembering. I promised myself that I would never let my memories of you fade into the background.
Just when I was about to let my thawed heart freeze, I felt the familiar tingle wash over me and looked towards the oceans edge. The sight of you rising against a bruised sky was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.