Spinning my perception of reality
Reds and greens, purples and blues
All the world is one orgasmic hue.
Lips to part and spread oceans wide open
Waves overlapping, soothing, massaging.
Heated breath floats down my neck;
Spreading into luke...
sun at night
I miss you like a kite
Misses the wind
While in flight
I miss you like the heart
Misses blood when one dies
I miss you like plants
Miss the rain when it is dry
I miss your dark brown eyes
In the light
I miss your beautiful dark brown hair
On my face at night...
and ache, and beat, and ache; retreat
to the lands of longings, fantasy.
Can you feel when your soul speaks?
The walking dead with living grief
lose peace when love and pain compete
in battles filled with casualty.
Can you hear when your soul speaks?
I feel it first in the shocking coldness of your fingertips against my bare stomach
Suddenly consciousness, awareness
I inhale moist salty air
Colors explodingly vivid but still
Planes hang like stars in the sky
Life pauses as it waits for me to breathe again
I yearn for you to shed light deep down. Time and again I try and swim out from this abyss but always loosing myself and getting deeper. I yearn for your fervent feeling of light of life. Time and again I'm poised from where I am in this darkness and feel there will be no rescue...
all consumedEvery word of late has been a lieExcept that she is doomed.It was hope that made her keep onAnd hope that made her cryWhat to do now that hope is goneBut to give a tender goodbye.She made it this far todayAnd this long overallTerrible pleasure along the wayBut now it...
Ok people this is the poem i wrote for my girl..it is the actual story...stated shortly here...well the girls long gone now..but just the memories remain...it contains the true feelings i had..so presenting to you...
The rains have come and yet again,
very relieved, you said now you will always come back to me .
well A few years later I happened to run to far , I could not see you. where did you go? we where separated and I was scared, I was picked by By a stranger and left in a Cell. A black thing rubbed across me , "shes...
abused. First try.
Once again I woke up,
In the middle of the night.
Hands on me,
Holding me tight.
They snaked down my body,
haulted at a place.
I lay quiet and steady;
Shame has left my face.
I told none, I was scared,
I was four, unawared.
During the day, any date,
I do, however like analyzing them. And also, I thought of an analogy. I don't know if it could be called a poem or not. But, here goes:
Life is like a Tetris game. It can't last forever. Also, everyone makes mistakes in life and in Tetris. Sometimes you get a chance to fix...
the love of the Sun,
two cosmic forces fated
to merge into one.
An explosion of creation,
brought forth from the Son
ignites life from the core,
new day has begun.
Inspired with light,
the Earth turns and it spins,
mesmerized by the Sun,
its glorious friend.
Sadness fills my soul, I don’t know why,
alone in the darkness I’m finally free to cry.
I need some excitement back in my life.
It’s not enough just to be a mother and wife.
Is there anyone who has found their true love,
spending the life you've always dreamed of?
I can take hold the knife and gash open my soul
And there's still things about me you'll never know
You'll only know of the things I let slip
To shape and to mold the perception you get
With bias and limited access for now
Your image of me is the one I allow
in and out
Life can change in an instant
The way you feel can turn
Emotions are like tornadoes
Dark clouds can become evil
When the winds of change blow
The sunshine can vanish instantly
When your heart becomes bitter cold
You try to think it will get better
Why should you...
His kiss is like a sweet summer breeze touching my skin.
In my dreams, I am bound to endless wanderings with him….
Through muted space, our souls travel and meet
Intertwined in the energy flowing.
And I am lifted…
Buoyed by the spark and bubbling and...
Let the tears drown the decadent screams,
Umbrella or not the rain will suffocate me,
Take my breath away with his long kiss,
Puce Water with blood curses,
Adrenaline cursing through my veins,
Envy filled diluted pupils,
My heart pleading for more oxygen,
The sun goes down
Birds fly back to their nests
The day ends
The lights go off
I close my eyes
Deep in my heart
I see you
I feel you
I breathe you
I hear you
You dont allow me to sleep
You answer my question even before i ask them
Except one, which you never...
just a dream, until it's not.
Reach beneath consciousness,
this fleshed-out reality,
and take hold of a whole new world, no magic carpet needed.
A house of mirrors reflecting
the innermost thoughts of man
where life is breathed into
every throw-away moment,
and stuff when I can't sleep I sent one to the local paper once they put it in. I've always had a way with words. But im not sure if it's more like rap but I write about what's on my mind my brain don't stop:)
Pushing myself to the corner of my room,
Prayed for long before I sleep everyday for filling the void I felt,
For the days were not complete and happiness was not full,
Felt darkness under the hot sun,
For the need for something I felt in my heart,
For I had everything yet I felt...
Today was the day
I had to say goodby
I stood at the casket
With tears in my eye
Gone was the laughter
Gone was the smile
Death took it all
So cold and vile
Then I heard a voice
Whispering so slow
I did not leave you
Yet your letting me go
Please dont leave me here
for me but what I see
Is a sea of preying profanity
A profane foundation of faith by daze
faulting me for faulting ways
You point your finger so others see
Looking down your pointing finger at me
A sinning heathen intellectual *****
Your billowed pillar billows more
blows her hair, it's so fine and prettyWe thirst for cold drink, on this hot summer nightA watering hole, flashing neon blue lightMy arm is around her, we stumble insideOur legs kind of wobbly, from a long and hot rideBikers and cowboys, are shooting some poolThe jukebox is...
I have friends but I don't really want to impose on them to read the stuff I'm writing. That's my problem, I don't like imposing stuff on people. But I can't help it, I want people to read some of the things I'm writing (give me feedback, comments, anything). If you're...
Such a sweet silence that I’ve found here.
There’s no one here to hurt me anymore.
The pain has become nonexistent.
The agony is over.
This sweet silence has taken over me.
You can’t take this away from me.
Here I can be me.
Here I feel as if I’m free.
This hope didn't last.
You broke me too, I collapsed.
I can't trust you dear and I never will.
I was nothing but your little thrill.
I've said my goodbyes before to you
So this time I'm leaving the goodbyes up to you.
called me to who you yep true I've been a member a week this app is unique I don't feel like freak or a silly old sneak. It's were people like you can talk how ya do. From all walks of life about fun and ya strife. So I'm here for fun so I will give it a run. Hope I made you...
Now I am here, I am losing it all
The higher you fly, the deeper you fall
The world doesn't change, I'll be losing my soul
I flew sort of high, now I'm losing control
I stand in front of a firm set of gates
I can almost see how my lifetime escapes
Then the gates open...
Her pain kept pouring to the softness of her pillow, she refused to let it go. Petals of love, sorrow scattered around her, her fresh petals' scent have disappeared to the Garden of Silence. She knew, she had to cry herself to sleep. She knew, she had to lose her petals to...
slow, intense freezing tearful moves of giving a chance to give up,
Bending under the thickness of a heavy coat,
trying to keep warm the remains of a soul;
Turning its meaning into icicles all around;
White has spread its marshmallow coating,
icing the sweetness of below...
its a medium to pour my heart out and write.
I really think I write poems like seriously I think I do. I found write ups in the house and I really can't remember writing them. But guess what I love them and can't believe I did. It looked like an expert wrote them. I'm proud of...
It's the ache of the slow agonizing death of tolerance. Intolerance knows no bounds and so will wriggle it's slimy head into everything, if permitted. But the ache will be there, like a breaking heart. All encompassing from both ends in both directions. Like ice and water rip...
tattered rose are now the morning dew.
And when touched by the suns healing warmth they will rise to heights anew.
Where gathered by the clouds of love they will rest in an angels room.
Until they fall again as drops of love and gently kiss tomorrow's bloom
Listening even closer
I'm listening To the air
Staring at the wall, staring at the floor
Staring at the ceiling no one's at the door
Thinking about things to come
Thinking about things that are never done
All I hope for right now is just to see the sun
I'm sitting in my...