Maybe.

Maybe we can hold hands and watch the sun as it
sets over the horizon, blurring the lines between
sea and sun and clouds, a beautiful mixture
of blue, red, orange, and life.

And maybe we can explode the earth with
our passion, smiling more than anyone
ever has because we simply enjoy each other
and life as it currently is, pain, sadness, drama and all.

And maybe we can explore the city, from
the random walls plastered with graffiti to
the 24 hour food places around town that make less than
fantastic food, but it's perfect because of the company
and the time being the wee small hours of the morning,
and we all know that everything tastes better at 4:00 in the morning.

And maybe we'll never need drugs or alcohol
because we are already so high and drunk on
life, but also keep in mind that a shot or two or
maybe some magical, psychedelic trip never really hurt anyone.

And maybe we can take pictures of anything
and everything, like that dog over there or you
capturing me as I am trying to capture a perfect
photograph of something else, or maybe we'd simply take a photo
of me smiling with that sparkle in my eye as you
stick your tongue out the moment that the camera flashes.

And maybe we can be those meddling kids that
laugh for too long in movies and walk too slow on
crowded streets, because we are too distracted by
how incredibly beautiful the world is when
we're together.

And maybe, just maybe, for even a moment,
we can just...escape.

Back to Me & You.

Back to you
my heart stumbles
knowing that more likely than not
it will be handed back in a million
torn pieces
the moment it finally feels whole again
still it pushes on
closer to you
because there is not one person
that deserves to break it
more than you do
for never did it know
such beauty
existed
until you taught
me
how to love.

By: Leandra Stanley
September 30, 2009

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Back to me
my hands tremble
knowing that I
don't know how to handle
your heart beat for
I don't mean for the hurt
that is bound to happen to occur
while i still feel
you push on to me
as I attempt to put the pieces back together
which is hard cause it's
like holding sand
yet still I fail
at loving easy
cause I allowed your beauty
which is existing with me
this very moment to teach me
how to love.

By: Noah James http://noahtheartist.blogspot.com/
December 10, 2009

Fall.

I stand here between you

And the edge of a cliff

Holding the beauty that is

Your heart

Out before me

With a loving grip

Showing you that it

Is safe with me

But if you desire me to

Return it, I can

Loosen my grasp

And allow you to

Hold both my heart and

Yours recklessly

As you tend to do.

Beneath this cliff that

You’ve pushed me closer

To is reality

One that I’ve refused to

Confront for as long as

Possible for it is

A long fall just to

Crash through broken promises that are

Softened with ‘I love you’s

And ‘my heart belongs to you’s

Being destroyed as you allow

Your body to belong to someone else

But what is even more

Frightening is the fact

That at the end of this fall

There aren’t even lies

Other women

Or betrayal to

Sugarcoat and ease

My landing.

There is nothing.

So I stand here before you

Tear stained and broken

Begging you for one

Last chance to prove to you

That I can be even more gentle

With your heart that I never broke

Just as I promised.

You look me in the eye and

Without any love or compassion

Tell me that I am still the girl

That holds your heart

Slowly walking toward me while

Extending your arms

and what little remains of my heart

jumps and beats vigorously

in my chest as I step toward you

hoping that there would be some

warmth in this empty embrace.

But then you whisper

‘but you are not the one’

And your extended arms

Push me over the edge

As you try to grab your heart

From my hands.

I continue to hold it close

As I plunge past ‘I love you’ lies

And ‘we’ll be together forever’s

And I somehow find a

Split second to place it gently

Between ‘will you marry me?’

And ‘it was just a drunk hook up,

She means nothing to me’

Hoping that it would be safe

For I would never allow something

So beautiful to collide with a

Black heap of nothingness

Where it could get lost

Or cold or dirty.

As it rests there

I continue my fall

Passing every memory of

How happy we were

And how sad we were

And most of all

How perfect I thought we were.

I plummet closer and closer to the end

My tears passing me as I fly by with

You flashing before my eyes

As I prepare myself for

The lonely drop into nowhere.

I hit the ground

Terrified of the loudness

of silence

And open my eyes to see

You in front of me

And a cliff behind me

As you tell me that everything is okay

And that I am safe

Leaving me wondering

If I am jumping off

Of this cliff on my own

By believing that you

Are any different

Than you were before

Or that this jump back into love

Will be any less painful

Than tiptoeing on the

Line between an embrace

And being pushed

And forced to fall all by myself

After you promised to protect me.

I inch closer to you

Wondering how your heart is back

In my hands

I run toward you knowing you

Will just shove me off again

But you pull me in

Hold me and kiss me

And tell me how glad you are

That we’re okay again,

Charming me just enough

To lower my guard

While you laugh a little

And push me over the edge again.

I thought I was prepared this time

But you poked holes

In my parachute

And peered over the edge

Shrugged and walk away

As you begin to flash before my eyes again

During this beautiful

Disgusting

Perfect

Devastating

Fall into nowhere

And everywhere.

I gave my every effort to

Take flight

And to love you hard enough

To make you pull me closer

Rather than push me over the edge.

For you told me that you had faith in

A perfect love

And that this perfection

Was in me.

And I had faith in you,

In us, 

In our love.

So I am stuck here

Falling

Hoping that this time

You’ll be there to catch me,

Because this is the eighth cliff

That you’ve pushed me off of

And I don’t know how well

I can continue to protect

You and your heart

For I am weak

And my reflexes are shaky

And I am not sure I will

Be able to open my eyes

If you aren’t there this time

To break my fall.

Song for you.

You are finally listening

So I am going to give you

Something worth hearing.

I am going to sing

loud, soft

crescendo, decrescendo,

staccato, legato

with feeling

and more emotion than you expected

or are ready to handle,

because no longer am I singing for you

I am singing to you

and hoping my words will

move past your ears

and be heard by your heart.

I am going to speak to you in song.

I will begin and you will smile at the

sweet sound of my voice

and giggle at the cliché romantic feeling of this moment

until you realize that every note that I sing

is being poured directly from my

heart to yours,

and your goofy smile turns into a feeling

that turns your cheeks rosy and

gives you butterflies in your stomach,

the kind of fluttering feeling

that makes you realize that

I am nothing like what you are used to

but somehow everything you've been

looking for.

So the song I was to perform for you

becomes a song that I am giving to you

and with the

loud, soft,

crescendo, decrescendo,

staccato, legato,

four minute musical moment

in which the song is my soul,

I will surprise you

and steal your heart.

Ready for Love.

A poem written after way too much conversation about love.
Shoutouts to Chase, Rosie, Grace, Sarah, Dorian, and Nichole for all that talk about love and stuff. 
My friends are pretty much the best. 

Because her shy, innocent stance somehow also
exudes a significant level of complicated jadedness,
I feel that I need to save her,
rescue her from lonely
For she needs somebody that is
strong enough to love her
but gentle enough to hold her close
and dry her tears.

I only wish i could save her
from spending any more nights
by herself
alone with the lingering chill of
heartache.
And I know her soft hands
could fit perfectly in mine
and her lonely heart and my broken one
could meet somewhere in the middle
and help each other transform into
a shared happiness that shines
like the light in her eyes.

I can't take away the hurt from her past
but I could show her what love can look like
when it isn't being blurred
by selfishness or doubt.
I want to show her she doesn't need to worry
about what tomorrow may bring
because I will be by her side.
I don't have much to offer
but she deserves the world
and I would gladly give her mine
just to see her smile.

I can only hope that
she will save some space in
her heart for me.
I can't promise her perfection
but I can promise that
the hurt she's felt will
become and remain a part of the past
because I will hold her fragile heart
softly in my
humbled, nervous
but steady hands
that have never possessed anything
so delicate and beautiful.

So to the woman with pain in her smile
and heartache in her eyes
I'd write a million words to
share a moment of happiness with her
and to hear her laugh
Walk a million miles to
hold her in my arms
and fall asleep with her snuggled in the
warmth of my embrace.
For she is the most beautiful woman
on Earth
and her love
the greatest gift anyone could ever receive.

Dancer.

Your long, dark limbs
twist and turn
jumping
leaping
arms soaring in the cool air
legs stretching toward the heavens
defying the rules of what
a human body should be able to do
acknowledging gravity
but refusing to submit to it
telling a story without words
consoling a broken heart with no lyrics
changing a life through your movement,
your art
powerful
inspiring
moving,
full of joy
fear
sorrow
confusion
Small, but strong motions
to keep you grounded
then with enthusiastic
optimistic
frightened
hesitant
limitless
radiance
your improvisational excellence
your magnificent dance
has finally
depicted
what I've always been afraid to say,
No words
No lyrics
Only you,
with enough drive
passion and
precision
to take flight.

Rest.

Yesterday
I saw death on the face
of the most beautiful human being
to have ever graced Earth.

Death looked me in the eye
squeezed my hand
and told me to never give up
and that miracles can happen.

But I watched the life of
a walking, living miracle
fade into a cold, sullen, yet
peaceful state of consent
and understanding
or submissive surrender
to the harsh grip of death
that she finally let
overtake her gentle, loving self.

On that sad day,
the loss of one
broke the hearts of countless individuals
that are extraordinary people
due to the influence of her
magnificent existence.

Time will help us heal
and love will help us cope
but never shall life be the same
for hers are shoes that are
far too monumental to fill.