Is it because I am dying?
Mother, mother why do you care?
Isn't it you who made the dare?
Father, father why did you stop?
Isn't it you who wants me to drop?
Brother, brother what are those?
Are you bleeding from a rose?
Mother, mother why are you screaming?
What did I do, I...
hypocrites to debated. A bait is thrown in the water & a school a fish take it. Now the puppet master has them hooked to his game he making more money of us to keep his fame. Smoke & Mirrors is what's really going on but sheeple march & protest the same song. It's not that hard...
as I awaken to the morning Sun. the sound of your voice is tattooed on my mind. just a whisper from you sets me off, ignites that fire within me. My hands become yours as i search my body. Rubbing my thighs moving up to my sweet spot with another on my breast. Slowly...
The links are friends so dear,
And like a rare and precious jewel
It's treasured more each year...
It's clasped together firmly
With a love that's deep and true,
And it's rich with happy memories
and fond recollections, too...
Time can't destroy its beauty
For, as long as...
Hearts run ramped in anticipation
The sleepy tingles appear as a rush
It becomes a craving you want so much
An arch of the back, a drip of sweat
A slow heat driven bite to the neck
Sighing out loud.. A whimpering scream
A pulsating river, sweetness like cream
The heat still lingers beside me a whisper of danger.
Your deceit ran deeper than the wrinkle free face with which you smiled at me.
Soft white sheets spread upon a king size bed, perfectly placed, an obsession.
Hungry eyes that devour the weak, it was in your baby blues that I...
but i struggle against the wind, i look to the sky, but many times, ive fallen over again, hold me by your side, wherever i fall, here my desperate cry, any time that i call, youre more nearer to me, more than i think, youre the anchor that holds me up when my ship is about to...
Damaged from past situations.
She can't deny.
Doesn't know why.
She is on & off like her bedroom light.
She's cold like winters night.
When she starts to feel she exit right->
Only lust is recommended.
Commitment is her...
when love reached its doom
I run to my world of poems
It gives me freedom to express what's within
It liberated me and sets me free
So when you see a poem or two
Then it means two things
I may be in love
Or nursing the my pain
as someone requested...
Idk who you are, just met you here,
i just know you are far from here.
wherever you are just be happy,
never be sad and cry and get nappy.
cuz there is deepness in your eyes which is deeper than the ocean,
don't waste a drop of tear cuz it will...
It can never get back up
Once it's down, it stay's down
You can live from it
You can die from it
Love is painful
Love can never get back up
Once love is down, love stay's down
You can live from love
You can die from love...
a last glimpse of sunlight
That turns the clouds edges rust
Against an azure blue sky
As October harvest season comes,
Bringing with it the pumpkins scent
Picked on the drifts of wind,
Mellow Autumn cool wind
That aroma of spices found
Upon the bakers spice shelves,
and sometimes I wonder why. With each day that passes the water denser, darker, and deeper does grow, until suddenly, on the last day, it starts to flow. Water all around, in excess and abound. Bodies float, and people drown, and I'm still staring somehow at the river in the sky...
and poem to a special Person and the first one i met when i came to EP ;)
When we first talked to each other
I knew we would always be friends.
Our friendship has kept on growing
And I'll be here for you to the end.
You listen when I have a problem
And help dry the tears from...
gathering all the broken pieces of her soul, hoping that one day she could mend it all, to find her smile through her tears, and find the joy through her pain. But just like the fire she burns, when all against her she never turns. Challenges fuel her more, to reach depth...
but easily torn and crumpled too.
It will always stay plain and white -
until someone decides to do something to it.
They can draw on it
They can color on it
They can write on it
Or crumple it and watch it burn.
Or even -
leave it as it is;
white and plain
Nothing in sight
Sun looks bright
Far away is the night
The whole city is lit up
With the sunshine blazed up
Time to clean up
The mess in the egg cup
Wind moving in slow rhythm
I'm writing with 'em
The poem with the rhythm
And a simple algorithm
Where the wind tickles one with anecdotes from every time and place
Where the plants teach one of vulnerability and strength
Where the rocks hum history in soothing tones
where complexity is cohesive and simplicity reigns
Chill as ice
Slices through air
Like sharp claws
Of A black cat or
Like a sharp blade
Honed by harsh winds
Cold chill gusts
That shake the limbs
Of trees in our yard
Like breaths of ghosts
Seeping through branches
To shake the green leaves
And turn them to rust...
Til we meet again
You are me
for I am you
yet two different souls
born free, not to be caged by man
to dance and chase the wind
but to always be you.
You came to me
or was it me to you
you were so tame or just a beaten soul
was your spirit gone
No , i don't think so
My new poem...Love is when you can't tell him what is in your mind.Love is when you miss him and cry.Love is when you smile even it hurts a lot inside.Love is when you learn to forgive.Love is when his wish means more to you than yours.Love is when you cherish the moments with...
I am just a shadow
You don't notice me
Are words aren't always truly a reflection of what we think
Someone is taking their life
Because you didn't care
They were hurting deep inside
When you went along with it
I am just a shadow
Of those who hold up there head
I'm not perfect
I'm not smart
I'm not pretty
I'm not anything
I know I'm not perfect
I know I'm not smart
I know I'm not pretty
I know I'm nothing
I've been called ugly
I've been called retarded
I've been called a lot of names
I'm not gonna fight
I'm not gonna cry
The way they stare through me..
Like you undress my soul.
To continue to pursue me.
Or it might be your lips.
Kisses so passionate.
Could be your energy.
Pulls me in like a magnet.
Your body language speaks so dramatic.
Your hands grab enough of me I almost can't stand it.
Someone told me life is a miracle,
So I started to think is it really possible,
that I could vanish at this moment
and maybe come back later at another moment - which is happy and peaceful.
I wish my life was plain and simple
Just like a drawing on paper with a pencil,
Wrecless AF my mind in a collision.
Can't stop me I'm on a mission.
Do **** my own way so don't question.
No bs life is what I'll invest in.
I'll sip until my liver can't take it.
Smoking loud he don't sell, he make it.
Catch me in his bed naked.
In his head cause I'm not so...
I will confer,
As the queen I will cherish,
in a voice of humility,
I'll flattering you,
I'll wipe your tears,
When want to falls,
I will hold you tight on my chest,
like a baby chicken,
my warm nature,
would remove your cold,
I wish love to you,
you have never had,
It is extremely impossible.
Even in sleep.
My mental is creating things I've never seen.
Taking me places I haven't been.
A forever headache that is destined.
Designed for my bran.
Thoughts I must drain.
Woke up and claimed.
So I get lost... drift.
Pitter, pat. tap tap , drip drip. it starts off slow sometimes it rages like a lost soul and at others a soothing caress. often cursed for its bad timing but then again it can be something so binding. think , think of the times let it bring the sweet memories the...
when I feed her with my hands,
She try to give it to me again but we are on different lands!
She thinks I will love it when I get it too,
But I silently say "all I actually love is a smile on you".
She acts kiddish when she wants something,
Does she knows how cute she looks when...
Try to pace.
Try not to sleep
Keep thoughts to me.
Hope not to dream.
Always seem to neglect.
The visions I precept.
My mind is my love.
Soul is so old.
My heart is to bold.
Actions I take.
Mistakes that I make.
That keeps me intuitive.
Up on my feet.
Goals that I meet.
Things that I see.
Only made for me.
I'm a writer my name...
and echoing weakly. The beat bangs on, driving my seeking. Fueling my fire, like passion fuels desire, and with each whiff of your scent I intake, my control starts to break. Your violent streak, it leaves me weak. We paint the street with our thoughts, and they swirl, twist...
Would you give me just one night
Would you dance with me till morning light
Would you kiss my lips and hold my hand
Would you treat me as your special man
Would you touch me with your heart
Would you remember me when we part
Sent through the air
Hit him hard
I can't believe
Caused his pain.
They cannot be recalled.
They cannot be unsaid.
They hang in the air
And in his mind
And in mine
The damage has been done.
In one split second of anger.
the stallion must seek
Further mysteries to fill his needs
Leaving the mare on her own.
There is no mystery left…
And so the mare is left alone
To wallow in her shame
To be consumed by her guilt
There is no mystery left…
There is no love left…
There is only darkness
I go down is a mistake
And sometimes I feel like our lives are at stake
Too much on my mind for this age
But it's only a number just like the dollar sign it's no wonder
Time feels like it's lasting forever but I look over at you and it's like I can never get enough
The world I see yest,
I don't want nor desired,
It is God's grace,
To get this test,
I ask my friends,
What is the remedy of love?
Tell me to carry hoe,
And sword on the shoulder,
I go to dig medicene,
To treat my heart,
My life is grain,
Death is nearest,
I need from you my...