into the party
Find your name on the list
Sitting down beside you
Sends shivers up my spine
Want to reach out and kiss you
But you are not mine...
Every time you look my way
My heart lights up with fire
Wanting so badly to whisper your way
That you are my deepest desire...
Pour salt in the wounds
That still bleed for you
Forget her it's better I don't know the truth
I don't want you
I don't need you
Yes I do
Tell me you're sorry you broke my heart
For the pieces of me you tore apart
Your blind drunk and venomous work of art
my profile because I hardly ever post them on my own id.
I love writing in my journals about my feelings and how the days effect me as they happen, but those are for my eyes only.
I write a lot of romantic short stories, mostly fictional, but some are based on real life and...
traveling its softness again and again
hands grasping thighs as I close my eyes..
lips like warm petals searching for heat
a wet yearning tongue.. a spark as lips meet..
hands roam through hair as sounds escape
responding to every sigh you make..
for a creative writing class during my senior year of high school. I'm forgetting the subject, but it became a sort of dystopian novel (I absolutely love the genre, Brave New World and A Handmaids Tale being two of my favorites) I became so enthralled with it that the piece I...
so we have to do this right.
My love for you is so strong, I can no longer fight..
I want to leave you breathless and I want only you.
I want to be breathless when I leave here too.
Run my fingers through the hair on your chest
Give you my all.. give you my best..
Suck on your...
Does anyone else here daydream about a story they are writing? I find myself so involved in something I am working on, that I literally walk around with my head in the clouds all day at work, and I can barely wait for the weekend when I can park it in front of my computer...
and dreamt I was a feather. A little white feather. Not perfect but small twisted and worn. Still beautiful. Delecate and soft like a fragile snowflake. The wind lifted me up in the sky.
The wind pushes me forward twisting and spinning. I get dizzy. I float for miles...
Using words to seduce my way in
Into your lungs
On the tip of your tongue
Into your blood
On the shelves of your soul
Where no one else goes
I wish I could find
The way into your mind
You remind me of that perfect line
When the ocean meets the sky...
something like that…? I asked him in an attempt to show false ignorance.
The razor sharp wind is cutting through the dress I eagerly picked out this morning... I looked down at the now wet and dirty dress ”I thought today was going to be..” I quickly stopped my thought...
so I can indulge,
The desire of what man calls lust,
Just one touch,
I long for it all,
The whispers calling me fed up with the pain,
No one can insulate my desires because I strive for the most,
Call me sick but that I am not,
Ill I am diseased...
Minutes feel like hours,
Hours feels like days.
When will the time speed up?
Will it ever speed up?
The uncertainty is driving me insane,
I want the seconds to feel like seconds!
The minutes to feel like minutes!
When my eyes are open it's like an unending day,
I can't keep up
I can see you there in the distance
Wait for me!
My legs are moving but I seem to be going so slow
Do you hear me calling your name?
The mist is enveloping
I can't see my hands
Your form is disappearing
I think you've gone too far ahead
I am lost
I am alone
yes I know i can reach out to other's but there are times when i don't wish to share what i am thinking or feeling. i guess it's my way of protecting them from really feeling what im feeling ( negative feelings). to keep others from judging me for what i feel . keeping them from...
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
Chulainn, played by Davey Spillane on the Uillean pipes, I was stuck by the words to the lament that appeared on the screen. The music always brings at least a tear to my eye, but the words struck me hard today...ending with "sit and we will share the last golden drop that is...
the man I love and I use precious rocks as symbols in the poem.
He is the boulder when I need that friendly shoulder
He is the paved bridge when I need help crossing the raging river, even just a smidge
He is the diamond of my days and he helps me sparkle in my own way
for days with that ferocious sound
To watch and wait for numbers to move
To watch and wait for that ugly bruise
That forms to you and keeps you awake
Because your heart is pounding and your chest cavity aches
Get on those feet!
Who cares if you lose sleep
It's all about the...
I started writing on a daily basis when I was a freshman in High School. I had a teacher that was also a professor at a well known university. He loved creative writing and journaling. His love of the written word soon was instilled in me. ...
This is for real
God made this person
For my heart to know and feel
Platonic and romantic
I was given bait
I bit and want more
I am feeling pretty good
He's been here for me and I'm understood
He is nice and he does more than suffice
He is intense and his...
His four legged beast by his side.
His mind thinking of others, those that cannot care for themselves.
His heart full of romance and hidden desires.
The quiet sounds of nature let his mind wander.
To a fairy full of dreams from a different land.
The fairy dreams of a...
and I, we just want to survive
To hold on tight and never let go
To make it out alive
No one wants to hurt, my love
No one wants to cry
No one wants to see their love
Slowly fall apart and die
So take my hand, we'll escape
Feel the sweet surrender
Taste the laughter on my...
might just drive me insane.
As i sit here,
my heart races,
as i imagine her embrace,
I do not know her appearance,
i have never seen her face.
I trust that i will find her,
I must after all,
to retain my sanity,
it will take all of my...
is differently from what she feels...as your lips hang heavy, she tries not to fall in love. Too late, she pulls you closer to her body... whispers I'm trying to let it show but I don't wanna let this go..
I can no longer feel your love for me..
your beautiful heart that would beat so strong
Every time we would meet, is now heard only in
the distance and no longer on my cheek.....
I used to feel your love so strong in every
Word you spoke... In every sweet song...
I write to get out the demons. Sometimes its painful, sometimes it makes me feel happy. It's nice when some else tells me they can relate. Even if I'm alone in my thoughts, I prefer to move them from pain to paper.
I have written for years, most of my life really. I fill...
and cold sweat
Move across my untouched flesh
My bruises are fading
And I'm contemplating
Ways to entangle myself in your web
Cold air in my face and I only taste you
Unfair , but I wait and I crave only you
A sickness of desire
And scenes in my mind
Your touch gets me...
about the man I love, using the currency of the nickel as a symbol in the poem.
My nickel is priceless
You can't spend it because it's mine
My nickel has been sculpted by God
But I don't put it on a pedestal or in a shrine
they see me as shy, dumb and invisible. But that's not me, to be honest no one really knows who I am, people think they know what I am thinking and what I would do in most situations, and most of the time they are wrong. I'm at that horible age when your not sure what the future...
Writing.... I'm the quiet/shy type which is probably why I love to write. I express my feelings through it... when no one else wants to hear me I go straight to my journal. I love how I can just escape the world sometimes.
let him go ; let go of her
We can't let go unless we're sure
For something that can dislocate
Something cold to numb the ache
Something to be our next mistake
Something like love lying in wait
Satans got his eyes on me
With marked intent , selfishly
The cross I wear...
I think not.
Do you know your soul?
I know not.
For if We did, we would embrace each others choices, no matter what they may be.
Do you know his heart?
I think not.
Do you know his soul?
I know not.
For if We did, we would honor his masculinity and raise him up in times if...
cousin of death approaches...
Dim candle lit whispers flicker thoughts upon the walls of endless dusk,
Distorted vibrations resonate across the milky skyline saturated with soft kisses,
Purple ink rain drops flood the canvas constructing emotional tidal waves,
I am working on a couple of novels, they come from the brain and require discipline. I write erotica which id born out of passion and comes from your soul. But poetry comes from the heart and is born out of pain and despair. You will seldom meet a happy poet. Especially right...
I will admit that I am fearful. I am not ashamed of this and I do not regret it... because fear reminds me of my humanity, reminds me of caution, and spares me of my arrogance...
Fear isn't something to ignore, it is merely another obstacle to embrace and overcome.
Your mind is clear
Severing your solitude
You hear her
Calling out to you
Lies deep in her eyes
Between her thighs
Absolve the mediocrity
With a pain so deep
Rage becomes need
Your illusions lie...
The taste of your kiss
Our tongues entwined
All of my demons
Submissive to you
Watching you gently
Break me in two
I want to feel your pain
Driving into me
Because I self destruct
I'll play the martyr
Just erase this ache
Kiss me harder