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Eisele Cunningham

Monday Mornings

Pleasure’s Pain

It's dangerous
To fall in love…
But I want to burn with you tonight
It's okay, hurt me.
There's two of us
We're bursting with desire
The pleasure's pain, confusing, it's fire…
I'd rather it be you, than anyone else who burns me.

Where Does Love lie

Will there really be a "one?"
Is there such a thing as Love?
Could I see it from the mountains-
I heard some say it's tall…
Has it feet like a flower standing in the meadow;
Or has it feathers like a bird?
Is it the namesake of someone once alive and wealthy;
Or had it been brought from provinces,
Those of which I've never heard.
Please, some sailor, some scholar,
Omnipotent man in the sky
Tell me, a little erudite.
Where does Love lie?

Rambling

If you don't know what you're asking, be careful what you insinuate.

With A Broken Heart

I still acknowledge the blessing of a sun rise

With a broken heart

I recognize the importance of water

With a broken heart

I can still smile and

Can laugh- boisterously

With a broken heart

I am aware that I am not the only one

With a broken heart

A butterfly is still beautiful

A breeze hasn't failed to cool me

I am still breathing

With a broken heart

Food remains a necessity

Blankets still comfort me

And dreams aren't always nightmares

With a broken heart

I am still a person

With a plan

And a gaggle of responsibilities

Baring a broken heart

I cannot lie down

For a broken heart

The Season

I do not know if you were all that I needed…

But you most certainly made me happy during the season you spent in my life.

The season- Summer, no less.

Every Time you Look at Him

It's time spent not looking at me

Not seeing me 

Thinking of me 

And all that I have for you 

Every time you step away 

You distance us 

And I do so loath the space between

Myself and where you go

Are you Alone

Could I trust you to tell me if you were with someone else

With him

Every time I'm alone 

With you 

I feel the egg shells 

Is it wise to talk

I'm afraid to move

                                     Sigh…

Every time you look at him 

It's time I spend looking at you 

Seeing you 

Thinking of him

And all you want from him, but he won't have for you 

Dear Weary, 

I never seen a body run so fast

From the truth it’s been expecting 

From sirens it’s already heard

You wanted something

Unsure if you should take it 

You’re in love 

And you refuse to fall

A friend has been there 

I have been there

You are there now 

No remedy better than acceptance

To carry you along

               Dear Weary,

                        What you’re feeling 

                              I have felt it too 

                                What you are afraid of

                                  I have been afraid of too. 

 

Outside My Imagination

Soft clouds

Firm mattress

A hint of pine on a pillowcase

Bare feet on cool hardwood flooring 

Sweetened Ice Tea on a summer day 

A smile in the morning

A laugh in the afternoon

Understanding conversation 

Comfortable silence too

Eyes that lock 

Focus lost 

A rose in bed beside me 

Tears for the right reason

Your sweetest kiss on my lips…

I wanna know what good love feels like. 

 

Spinning

She will only speak to me during twilight

It’s just far enough from real

It is I that allows the wheel to keep spinning this way

                             She knows that I 

                                     Could never let her go…

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