My 'she' is with me.....she smiles and I see a rainbow, she cries and I see blue trickles of hope and promise, she laughs, and I see the hills roll in pleasure, she calls me, and sometimes I am tired, but I go to her, again, and again, as I always will when she needs...
Looking into your eyes, is like looking into the sun...I am blinded by beauty.
Kissing your lips is like diving...I get submerged, but in your love.
Touching your body is like coming into contact with a star...I'm amazed by the warmth.
Being with you physically is like...
Oct 2, 2009, 8:14:58 AM
Literature / Poetry / Narrative / Urban & Spoken Word
past the shallows,
past the surface reflection.
Look past the shinning things,
they happen to be dangerous.
don't be scared of the dark,
cause it gets darker the...
Among the cluttered archives of my pensive
Lie the memories of a girl whom I once called "me"
Her eyes alight, luminous as the sun
But her figure grows dim with every breath that's drawn
The inquisitive mind's questions lie forever subdued
Her heart's inner-strength quietly...
I made friends, tried and true
From different traits, cultures, and different countries
They all conformed word the word loyalty
although the only person leaving is me
The true thing that needs them is still EP
Spreading such joy friendship and kindness
They accepted me, with...
alone again. Once more, I'm not a significant other; I'm just a friend.
Used to it by now. Not sure if I'll allow another person into my heart.
What's the point, if in the end, it falls apart? Disaster has fallen once more...on these shoulders which have already held too...
everyone but me knows
who you are, why is it that
i believe in you but know
nothing about you, or your
father, i know my life is
because of him, and i have
nothing against him, but want
to know, why am i such an outcast
please, don't say i cant cut, don't
go against my methods...
You'd like to see the light leave my eyes. Come around with your obvious disguise. Won't work. I see through it.
Maybe not last time, but I do now. You don't have authority over my life. I'm in control, not you. Go away. With your nonsense, I'm through.
I want nothing more to...
The way my emotions overwhelm me...
And when my heart feels deprived...
Of that love it needs to be...
Does your spirit get how I automatically go?
Directly to the one who knows me so.
Do you comprehend the way I feel?
Does your mind seek to let me...
glowing with beauty
like a new born child
innocent to the world
scared and cold
afraid to make a move
hello? who am I?
where am I?
what is this
who is the mistress
of love? precious thoughts
and souls above in the sky
heaven is a place I've been
i'm so broken...
of my heart
Art is the expression of my soul
Dance is the movement of my body
Writing is the spitting image of my thoughts
The love of he who gives us these talents
He's a cheerful giver, we are touched by his grace even through our transgression
GOD given talent will bring...
you're so gentlewords cant describehow i feel about youwhen i see your kindmy soul dies and my spiritis brought to lifei would die for youi would cry a riverjust to see you flyyou're the music in my soulevery time i see youi cry, i want to commitsuici-- no don't believethe...
give me a chance. to prove you wrong.
let me take a look at what you say isn't
possible. would you have listened to me,
if I said three words, you said you never
wanted to hear? why did you leave? not my
life, not my memories, but my heart?
people scream and people talk
but few a very silent
people laugh and people cry
but few a very silent
people fight and people love
but few a very silent
people do and people don't
but few a very silent
people hear and people see
but few a very silent
my eyes burn, like a cold fire
in the middle of the desert
on a cold summer night
this is what broken
dreams are made of
I feel the pain screaming
through my body as I toss
and turn wondering if I will
ever recover from so many
every night and every day
I thought about you...
Untitled Poem 03/09/13
I love you, but you don't...
What will it take for you to see?
That you have my heart
But it seems
That the only place
Where you and I will meet
Will be in those sweet dreams
The ones I'll always keep
Because when I...
My younger sister, Christina, has a dream to be a ground troop marine when she's old enough. Here's a poem that she inspired me to write.
You see your comrades fall, your heart fills with pain, in a world so big, you feel so small, was the sacrifice you made all in...
calling out to a heart. Some images you sew-in doth tear this soul apart.
The things she sees upset her, and worry her to no end.
Please weave something peaceful on this eve...for a humble request from a friend. Don't let this be the end.
His heart has been shattered in two...
when I'm sad
I feel wonderful
I feel grand
For life is helping my happiness expand
I am happy for you
I am happy for me
I am happy for the dogs even if they have fleas
I am happy for love
I am happy for life
I am happy for fun
I am happy for no mice
But most of all I'm happy...
but I think it's Okay for a begginer-
Wretched and divine, I layed all alone
Lost and small, sick and on my own
Trying to find any pirpose in my existence
I can almost spot it burried in wild waves in the distance
I straighten my arms trying to reach for it
I raise my voice...
I'm trying to erase you from my mind, it's really over this time... I thought you were just mine... You hurt me and thought it was fine... Never thought you would cross the line...
I know I'll get over you, and God knows how much I try... Put me through hell but I'll never no why...
where to go
Life is a riddle;
My thoughts are too slow.
With no where to hide,
And no where to run,
When you're hunted on both sides
And love's no longer fun.
Life isn't easy
It all is too quick,
Life is a battle
Between a gun and a stick.
Cut at the knees
And severed at the...
and crazy mama dont want him no more and daddy dont care hes got blue eyes and blonde hair fair skin with a nose wit no flare left in the dark with no feeling and baby has no real family so I hand he the real sanitys lonely as can be left in his own little sanctuary held in is...
What holds me here?
Tethered to this hemisphere
When the other half of my soul is over there
In an area I cannot reach
I don't even know how I'm capable of this speech
When my spirit is all but lost
If only I could get there
I wouldn't care about the cost
Then my life...
from purposes, desires, and emotions. Nothing is what it seems, especially in the case of the human mind. I wrote this poem after a shower, on a Wednesday night, after my dad had unknowingly cut deeply with his words, and he didn't know the reasons why I had done what I had done...
The lonely jaunt, along a haunted road. I am not lost. I know the way to the wood.
My soul trembles with anticipation, the elation inside me is palpable.
I can feel each breath vibrantly guiding me on. Right now, nothing seems impossible.
Despair seeks to return, to a heart...
In this time; beautiful space surrounds us, beneath this doorway.
I've got love to show...Right now. Lovely thoughts will forever stay, as we experience this. All I ask of you is for but one kiss. Under this mistletoe.
when it began it wasn't like most others
that is to say it wasn't slow but swift it was electric from day one
we have had a storm that left me unsure of what to do and feel
maybe the storm was needed i feel that it was necessary so we could know
her life is...
So, I took a different approach to poetry. One day, I wrote down random words, 20 of them, and just left it there, tucked in my notebook, looking at it maybe once a day. Then a few days later, I took those words and wrote a poem, which I made rhyme with said words. Since they...
He held her wrist
She clenched her fist
He looked at her
She closed her eyes
He kissed her neck
She mesmerized the moment
He stepped back
She opened her eyes
That shine down
Are like the ocean
As I think
while looking at the city
So it's come too this
of the people
who lied to me
told me they would be here
With me forever
That they well be there
For me when I need...
I see...staring back at me.
Am waiting, for the smile to appear. I'm hoping, to break away from here.
Dreams once faded, have returned from there. The shiny spots are popping out...they are no longer shaded.
And a pleasant atmosphere...is everywhere. Grace has replaced...
cold, deserted streets
She hadn't eaten in weeks, her body thin to the bone
She let her mind focus on all her insecurities
No good thought would ever pass through her brain
She would stare up at the billboard, that showed a beautiful model
Her skeleton like hands reached...
I don't know, myself.
I let the thoughts flow.
Do I find them poetic?
Yes, but also no.
Do I determine?
Is it up to me to say?
Maybe, or perhaps.
Poets do wonder.
But then again, so do I.
Am I equal, then?
Thoughts are held captive.
Until I let them all out.
Nothing I could ever say, would ever change your mind, but I pray, that one day, I just hope I find, the love I'm meant for, that endless feeling that's one of a kind.
I wait anxiously for the sweet passion of true love to consume me, to let that wipe away these current memories...
..bereft are thee.
Lonely branch...I see.
Tis your leaflessness that is a reflection of me.
My hope is bare, ******** away.
I have need for it to be a good day.
I've said my piece, but I also did weep.
Now it's time, to go back to sleep.
Where hopefully dreams will...
i hope for a positive attitude
i look for a smile within myself
but i cant see a reason why i should
smile, laugh, enjoy my own life
i hope for a brand new day, a chance
to show others they were wrong.
when you, my father says "dont get
you hopes up" i ask "why not?" you
I'm standing next to you
Aware of each and every thing you do
My heart goes out to you
When you're in pain
My spirit surrounds you, too
When all of your sweet smiles have left you, and only sadness does remain
My mind tries to think of some...
Comforting words to say
with your every strand of hair out of place, in a sexy disarray.
I see your masculine body, on proud display, as my lips are anxious, for a generous taste, of your intoxicating skin.
A breathtaking view, you certainly are, an image I'm wrapped up in. Oh, yes, my love. This...