Lilac Sunsets

It’s a lonely road out there.

Pathways

A bluish vein and a fragile artery,

Intertwined in a strong bond,

Love binds them free

To flow hot, Crimson, Carmen, Scarlet.

Pulsating paths of passion,

Some pound to a carnal beat,

Some dance to Cupid’s strings,

Others listen on for Hathor’s melodies.

She rolls Love in a joint and lights it,

Watches as the lava-red glow fades into ash,

Memories smoke up in spirals,

But promises were never made.

& only Fate will dance tonight.

Good times love.

You’re a good times friend. When you’re happy and feeling fun, you’ll call. But I know know nothing about the darkness in the deep recesses of your mind, and I’ll be a stranger to your thoughts. So we frolic in the gold of the sun. And when it rains tomorrow - when the sky is overcast, and water pours like showers - we’ll be gone. 

21

You know when you’re a kid you think you only magically grew taller on the exact day of your birth? My mom used to measure us every birthday, and so there’d be a mark for a different year. It showed a progressive increase in height, but one that I thought was a spontaneous birthday-only occurrence. But after you pass 8, you kind of realize that birthdays are not that special =p, just like the Tooth Fairy’s not real.

But the clock turned 12 today, and I expected some Cinderella miracle. After all, 21 is one of those landmark birthdays, the big 2-1.. So there have to be some sort of fireworks, some glitz and glamor, you know =p.

It doesn’t feel different, and with every second I grow older =).

Fireflies.

“Do some magic of your own today, like penetrating facades and gaining insights into dubious stories that lack credibility. Hold onto your heartstrings until you know you haven’t met a fickle flirt or a trickster. The Magician makes us see what we want to see regardless of the reality of a situation. He draws us in because we love secrets and mysteries, but who wants to live with them day after day and year after year?” - Tarot Cards

It’s almost 6am, and I should be working on my paper. Instead my thoughts keep finding their way back to you. It’s almost out of habit, replaying bits and pieces of old conversations, planning new memories. Yet I’m not even sure if you’re right for me, if we fit like puzzle pieces. I’d always thought “the one” would be like he was created just for you. That you just click, just like that. No awkward silences, no sweet nothings, just love, simple and pure. 

The ideal guy:

Rochester’s charisma; Rhett’s rapier wit; Darcy’s manners and grace; Jace’s smarts. 

Adonis looks? =p (Okay, maybe I’m stretching it now). 

No but seriously, I just want a man who cares, and is not afraid to show it. Someone who respects me, and who I respect. 

Elastic Love

You’ve drunk from the chalice of my heart, and now I’m out of words. It’s not easy any more; it was never simple. Lothario, I should never have fallen for you. You’ve played heartstrings, and it was a sweet symphony. But now the strings have stretched out to their elastic limit…And this piece is cacophonous.