caramel-eyes

Oh, how beautiful A full moon reflected in Rows of flooded corn

Everything before my eyes segments;moments lost between the strobe light and the never ending undulation of bodies.The room is chaos and I'm one with the madness. Bodies clash against bodies and the air is laced with the smell of body odor and pheromones.The floor is sticky with spilled drinks.Everyone is laughing and smiling in shades of purples, greens, and blues. My world is a whirlwind spiraling out of control and I'm just holding on for the ride.The tension in the room grows,the music builds, and everyone has a spring in their chest coiling tight. The music gradually gets louder and louder,faster and faster, until finally the beat drops

A warm breeze ripples through the tall grass and golden silk brushes against my arms. I breathe deep and move forward to find myself deeper in the maize.

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. That's what they have always said. But lemonade is bitter, so look for some sugar. When life gives you lemons, make them sweet. The distant patter of a child's feet. The soft murmur of your lover's heart beat. When life gives you lemons, look for sugar instead. The scent of a rose even after it's dead. The strength you muster to hold up your head. Keep sugar on hand because life gives you lemons again and again. A crazy dance in the pouring rain. A gentle kiss to ease the pain. Keep sugar on hand because life isn't done. The power felt when you can hold your tongue. The screams of laugh

Why is it that at night time, I have a different frame of mind? My thought process is altered and it's almost like I'm blind. I decide things can be said, and I'm willing to make bets But I wake up in the morning piled with regrets! I freak and laugh all filled with woe; I can't help but to whine Because the choices made at night really cross a line.

Love is... the smell of fire places in the winter. the smell after it rains. the smell of a candle right after you blow it out. the crunch of walking on freshly fallen snow. the sound of walking on fallen leaves. that feeling of sitting down after a long day. the taste of water when you're really thirsty. a cold shower on a sunburn. dead roses in a vase. a good book. a cat curled up at your side. hot apple cider. laughing so hard you cease to make a sound. when a headache finally goes away. falling asleep as soon as you close your eyes. warm clothing right out of the dryer. life. Hate is... when the alarm clock goes off and

Brain: *picks something, makes up totally random and untrue shit in the worst of all possible scenarios and faxes it over to my heart.* Heart: *receives fax* Wha—WHAT? Whhyyyy?!?! Brain: MUWAHAHAHAHA. Heart: *shatters* Reality: Hey, Heart? Brain is making shit up… Heart: >.< BUT IT'S THE LOGICAL ONE!! Brain: Whoops, my bad. The End.