To see my heart and soul.
No lips but yours,
Pressed firmly to mine,
Soft, warm, intoxicating...
No hands but yours,
To hold tenderly in my own,
To feel them moving over my body,
Thrilling and arousing me to my core.
No arms but yours,
Holding me and pulling me
So close to you...
are like sugar on my tongue or the way velvet feels to the tips of fingers
I can’t stop wanting or touching, lusting for your blood where rumors in the night feed me such a sweet desire
crying out for my soul to step closer, closer I hear the...
I seemed to have loved you numberless times, in numberless forms...
In life afer life, age after age, forvever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear around your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age...
.. a woman ... how little a woman needs ...How little ....To pinned to his chest at times,Said -Honey, you're tiredAnd stroked her cheek lightly.How little should a woman!How much… .Attach a note with a flower in a couple of lines,To seeing a long journey,You long arms...
that is bordered with one line scribbles and sketches. I research the history and origins of my subject and find synonyms to simple words. Words or lines pop into my head and I jot them down on my paper as I write and save them in my notes on my phone when my brain brings forth...
as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never...
when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to...
“I want to see you.Know your voice.Recognize you when youfirst come 'round the corner.Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left.Know the lift of your heel,the glide of your foot.Become familiar with the way you purse your lipsthen let them part, just the...
Brel"I Wish For You To Be You"I wish for you dreams which never end,and the furious desire to achieve some of them.I wish for you to love what must be lovedand forget what must be forgotten.I wish you passions.I wish you silences.I wish for you birdsong upon awakeningand the...
entrust my greeting through the wind for you
In spruce shoots, at the end of reverie
When i convey my love with full of prose
Only for you..
I admit that i’m not very dare
To state what my hearts screaming even only in my dream
Then i just write these burning coals in my...
diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth
Then took the other, and just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted...
is not my fault
I am not to blame
It was you who did it
You twisted up my fate
I tried to make it stop
But **** it was too late
The damage had been done
Your intentions were so clear
I gave you my surrender
You looked past my fear
I don't know how you did
You broke right...
it's funny how hello is always accompanied with goodbye it's funny how good memories can start to make you cry it's funny how forever never seems to last it's funny how much you'd lose if you forgot about your past it's funny how “friends” can just...
after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half acre, square mile, island, country
knowing at last how you got there,
and say I own this,
is the same moment when the trees unloose
there soft arms from around you,
the birds take...
lose you somewhere?
Are you following along?
You think I was blind
You think I didn't see
You played by my rules
It was always about me
I pulled the strings
I set the pace
I appreciate the effort
Thanks for the smile on my face
Your lips were so sweet
Sugar coated with...
Your sexy inhaling
Your deep hard impaling
Your soft finger tips
Your hot deep kiss
This feeling of pure bliss
Nothing better than this
The moment you came
How you moaned my name
Then I did the same
****...lets do that again
I sorta gave up on poetry a while ago, but for some reason I found my old poetry journal while I was cleaning up. I'm pretty shy when it comes to sharing my poetry sooo I've only really shared it with a few people....
Time Machine ????
I need to build a time machine to go back...
I know I'm talking straight.
I can hear my words echoing in my head
They are words....Complete sentences
Not proper grammer of course
But they are sentences that make sense to me when I think about what to say and we'll they sound correct in my mind as I say them.
"I'm passionate about poetry because I'm an oceanic person, meaning, I love what's underlying. I love the conversation that isn't just verbal. I love the shadowed mystery and waves and underground. If I had to choose one thing to read for the rest of my days, give me poetry as to...
I write quite a bit, but I rarely let anyone else read my work. Most of it is kind of dark, but this particular one is kind of positive. It's called Cycle.
Does it consume you
Nay. Fill you with vitality?
When the placid arms
of the vast mahogany
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day.
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands, the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your...
invitation, the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living. Don’t jump up and shout, “Yes, this is what I want! Let’s do it!” Just stand up quietly and dance with me.
Show me how you follow your deepest desires,
spiraling down into the ache within...
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said, ‘I’ve a pretty rose tree,’
And I passed the sweet flower o’er.
Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.
The unwithering flower you gave to me,
I was able to believe strongly enough in myself,
So I'm not afraid anymore...
I was happy meeting you,
And proud of our holding hands,
Even though we look up to different skies now,
See? I can walk on my own now...
I laugh more during sad...
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in it's roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal,
From all I may be, and...
I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand...
Your hand hovers
And I can feel the static
Right before you drag your hand down
Past the hollow of my throat
Skimming middle and ring fingers
Through the valley of my lust
South to my navel
There is a sense of waiting
Of danger hovering
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with...
Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.
Which owes the other most? my love was long,
And yours one moment seemed to be more strong.
I loved and guessed at you, you building me
And loved me for what might or might not be...
you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
when the cold wind blows the window,
I want to warm my frozen heart by replaying that summer.
Playing at the beach you were enjoying it!
The video of memories of we two, I am watching it all alone..
While you were a little shy, you whispered 'I love you'
Your face of liar...
Is love found in holding hands?
In quiet whispers?
In looks shared across a crowded room?
Is love shared in notes?
Is love felt with a quickening pulse?
A feeling of loss in her absence?
A longing to see but a glimpse of her?
Is love heard through...
and sweet. I'd forgotten about it until I found it in my old book. This one is called Dreams.
She rests her weary soul,
on a pillow made of clouds.
Her dreams consume her tortured mind,
rendering her still.
The stars defend their weakened love
as she basks beneath the glow...
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again...
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of...