Tell me everything I need to hearYou tell my everything I need to know, and also what i need to hear. You whisper "ITell me everything I need to hear by ZahrahLeona
I am here.
to be scared,"
Into my fragile ears. I have to say in every way you do so much more. I remember the first day I spent with you, you looked into my eyes.
We were standing across from each-other on the ramp outside my apartment complex. The sun was setting, casting a pink hue across the sky. I met your gave and thats when I'd first realized your eyes always sparkled. You said, deep in thought, "You hold a lot of things in. I can see it in your eyes." My gaze broke away, I was shocked that you could reveal me so carefully knowing so little about me.
But you felt-holding my words in the air and speaking instead with your soul-as if you were my twin.
You saw in me a heart with love,
you saw a chance to make it grow.
You held me when I let go, reassured me that I will have your arms to catch me.
You said, "You can let go, and when you fall back, I will
Last Year's SociopathI will take you into my circle, and cut you into quarters.Last Year's Sociopath by ZahrahLeona
The only thing I love about you is how easy it is to hurt you.
I love how much you love,
I love how much I can be loved.
I love the satisfaction I get with your hands around my shoulders and my fingers around your throat.
You don't even know it.
You little bitch!
You little bitch!
I bet you never had this voice in your head?
No bullet will do a better job with it then I can!
Oh, baby, I love you.
I so, totally, wholeheartedly love you.
With all of my personalities, I'm your hero.
BelieveI'm pulling the deepest root of my lungs and out of my chest from my mouth and against the tip of my tongue.Believe by ZahrahLeona
I love you.
Where's your Soul?Wait, stop, look out the side-window.Where's your Soul? by ZahrahLeona
It's a midnight storm,
blowing the wind of the earth against the blood of my birth,
Where was I? What hour did my first cry ripple time?
Have you taken into consideration the patience,
the fortitude to remain stationed,
for the years that you've given,
where's your soul?
Where's your soul?
Have you lost it underneath the sheets of empty hers,
With their empty eyes like sponges, squeezing out the feelings
they've only soaked up from you.
Where's you're soul?
Has it left your hands and held the heart of an older man?
Is it broken amongst the twigs and leaves of questions buried beneath reality?
Is it resting in puddles of water vapor under the keys of a piano?
Or did you lock it up behind the door of your car, inside the speakers
where you play the notes of who you are?
Driven by who you are, driving you to the deeper parts of yourself,
fear to demand you know who you are,
fear to manage your heart.
Where's your soul?
You should date a guy who writesDate a guy who writes. Date a guy whose fingers are stained with ink, whose pockets are filled with pens, and whose eyes smile and dance with curiosity. Date a guy who notices things like the colour of your hair and the way you have your coffee, not because he has to, but just because it’s a habit of his to notice things. Date a guy who can barely get around a computer, but is expert with his word processor. It doesn’t matter; he prefers pen and paper anyway.You should date a guy who writes by BlakeCurran
Find a guy who writes. You’ll find him just outside a library. He’ll like the idea of being outside, on the verge of a thousand worlds, a few steps away. He’ll love the idea of being outside, on the brink of one world, a few carefully placed letters away.
Or he will be inside a café. He doesn’t care whether it’s boutique or Gloria Jeans, moodily or well lit, though he likes it there especially when it’s raining. He will be the one with a notebook in one hand, pen in the other,
Random collection of favorite work on DeviantArt.
I Will Find PeaceTwice upon my chest I felt the burn of battered breath,
A Two-World Heart"I haven't changed much." I laughed, forcing myself to smile. "No, you're always Red, that's for sure! Constantly goofy." One of my old friends remarked. For a few hours, I'd be surrounded by happy memories; here I am, visiting my past, and having a good time with people I thought I wouldn't see again.
You (A love Poem)You,
One more Breath, (You're The Reason That I Fight)One more breath, just one more week to clean up the debris. With your callused hands, you reach towards the sky, pulling it closer to your chest. Heaven lay's at the end of your finger-tips but your feet are blistered from memories. I can hear you, I can hear you screaming at the top of your lungs, and your eyes are full of fire and in the darkness you're yearning for the light. No one else can imagine but my hand's in yours, no one else can fathom but I'm fighting in your wars. Some say it's like fire and water but baby I can't put you out, I'm a flame just like you and together we'll rise together and burn these obstacles right to the ground.