by: allison ryder
you are the poem I don’t know how to write,
the words I don’t know how to translate.
the kiss we’ve longed for, for months.
the kiss you finally made happen.
you are the best story I have,
and I keep it hidden between us.
you are the beginning
into a life of beauty, youth, and meaning.
you are the emotions that are evoked
under my skin, on my lips, at the tip of my tongue-
down to my bones shaking, I can feel you.
but I can’t put it into words.
I’m overwhelmed into silence.
this has never happened before.
the greatest story ever told
lies between our bodies.
chances, change, children, closure, fear, flaws, honesty, identity, innocence, intensity, intimacy, love, moment, nature. beauty, passion, people, photographs, questions, quotes, read, seasons, sight, thunderstorms, try, write
I love thunderstorms because there’s something beautiful about lightning.
I love the smell of matches and a raging fire of warmth and closure.
I love the look in someone’s eyes when they realize someone’s that person – the right person.
I love the feeling evoked within me when that perfect cool breeze sweeps past.
I love the cool crisp smell of fall that gives you the opportunity to enjoy natures’ wonders.
I love the sparkle of the first fresh snowfall of the season.
I love the innocent laughter of a child, the sight of a baby that warms my heart to the point of explosion.
I love doing something that scares me; the rush of adrenaline gives me a piece of life I never had before.
I love the mad, out of the ordinary actions of others who prove they’re the ones who will change the world.
I love people so I love talking, asking questions, and getting to know them down to their bones.
I love shocking people with my honesty; they end up with more respect than they’ve ever had before.
I love the look upon a person’s face when they become so engulfed by a movie, it’s as if they’re a part of it.
I love being intimate with someone I care for; there’s a kind of raw passion that can never be put into words.
I love when a person changes for the better because of something they’ve read.
I love people with passions and interests and dreams, and I love watching their dedicated eyes as they embark on their pursuit.
I love taking photographs and freezing the moment forever in time.
I love making everything beautiful.
I love the people who hold acceptance in their actions instead of fear when they see my intensity, for they can see it’s fueled by a pure heart.
I love taking chances, especially when it comes to people.
I love seeing a person who has been ripped at the heart, try again – because no matter how it killed them, love means everything to them.
I love people who have the respect, morals, beliefs, values, and strength to deliver me mind blowing, amazing, or insanely fatal honesty rather than surrender me to the most painful poision of silence.
I love love.
4.19.13 by: allison ryder
it’s very seldom she finds herself speechless.
the absence of the right words is unusual for
the woman who knows the importance of words,
whose ink stains the pages she inspires, who
overuses words at times for they are what she knows,
and in mistakes and tough times, they mean something.
but she stands silent now. a million thoughts run
through her mind and still, she stands speechless.
-it is in the moment where you have hit the point where
you have done all you could do, given all you could,
and it’s no longer up to you.
by: allison ryder