You and I
Wrongs and rights
Part of life
So no matter what day
Come what may
I always hope and pray
Together we'll stay
Because i love you today
More and more each day
In a million ways
And a lifetime hey
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...
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. ...
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...
that gave me pause to think. Things can and often do change in an instant and the way in which we deal with the changes not only test our will but our character.
I've decided that from now on, as much as possible, I want to live in the now, in the moment. I find that dwelling...
Carry its sweet song
So it may not languish in the breeze,
Personify the trees.
Lament not when plucked from flight
By flustered hearts that flutter
In dusk's hazy precipice -
Reaching over so they may bathe in the crystal spring -
For you will one day fly again.
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...
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...
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
Your denial, self loathing, it never erases
The events, the experiences, inside you they hide
Consuming your soul
Your True purpose denied
Existing with turmoil, life filled with despair
You keep telling yourself, "this is so unfair"
So follow your instincts and work...
though I'm beautiful
Even though my souls for sale
My dark skin slowly going pale
The rush of my blood going stale
I can rise like a Phoenix
From ashes to freedom
A goddess like Venus
But you'll never see this
I am merely a formality
Abstract from your reality
friend's car, it was a night filled with tears and understanding and then it began to snow. And as the first few flakes approached and laid on the windshield he stumbled upon his words. And he spoke softly and with a gaze that stretched beyond that windshield "snow is the most...
It's not because of the money, It's not because of the lack of recognition. They struggle because they believe that somewhere deep within their soul, they have a message to share with the world. Something so personal, yet relatable. They choose to struggle. I say this because...
domain's web site. Here is another share from me to you.
Every day starts anew - We say hello and we bid adieu
to the night before as the sun meets the sky
and the moon tucks in for a nappy goodbye
The beach might look calm...
wondering and waiting when it shall be free. Like a bird it shall fly high once again above this plain. A place only where love goes when it is reciprocated. A place where two soar together.... in unity as one.
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...
saw would surprise you
I saw a mother
I saw a father
I saw a husband
I saw a friend
They smiled as they reached in my chest
Told me how much they loved me
Wrapping their hand around my heart
Pulled out my beating heart
With a smile on their face
I looked deep, deep in...
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...
into writing something. To just forget the troubles, the worries, the stress,the pain and give yourself to the writing.
It doesn't even need to be a specific type of writing... prose or poetry... it's an escape almost and that's the addictive thing :)
What do you do when you want to cry
but have no tears?
What do you do when you want answers
but don't know the questions?
What do you do when you want to run away
but have nowhere to go?
What do you do when you want to sing
but are out of tune?
What do you do when you...
From your misconceptions and opinions
Let me relax
I need your peace
Meditative moments, my tranquil vibe
I feel the sound, it's in my soul
I'll let the words flow
Poetry from my depths
Passion is what you'll hear
My choice to it lay all bare
My heart was never...
I'm not new to this
but I'm trying so I'm winning
Which chains do I want?
The chains of love or the chains of hate
I stay bound to God above
and linked to my man of who I wait
I like being chained to God's plan
as it sees me through even when I don't have a clue
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
They were standing in the park. They looked as happy as could be. I left to go and get a drink remembering the couple from before. Thinking it would be good to have that. As I order my drink i hear the shrieking of wheels and see a van leaving the park at a very fast speed but...
cage on my heart
Beneath my breast
Piercing my ribs with every breath
I'm left and dead set on what I regret
You deny my pain like I'll suffer less
Drive me insane and tore off my dress
To spill the words I couldn't say
They dance on my tongue
Like birds of prey...
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
A spinning compass
A shredded map
Your fingertips across my lips
Tiny little slivers
With the shards left from words
That I spoke in reverse
Mixed anger with hurt
And you tasted it first
Open my mouth and the devil comes out
Fingertips then biting my lip
Dig my nails
Tighten my grip
You were the closest thing to me
Have you noticed
Bruises on my back that fade
Dig my nails
To make them stay
Oblivious to the depth of this
it just falls apart
Like a wounded bird
With a broken wing
A punctured lung
Trying to sing
I always try
To touch the sky
But my hands get burned
My heart bleeds dry
This was the key
That unlocked the door
inside of me
Your next world war
but the hunger
Coursing through my being
Whispering your name
Til my fever breaks
I'd place my palms flat on the wall
That might sustain me
Shallow breaths filled with agony
The ache for you
To come to me
To satiate , end this pain
for you, then I hope you will plant something worth growing in me ... for I am fragile and I have known too much pain to suffer anymore.
So prove me wrong, show me that beauty can be found in the midst of wreckage and recovery. Find in me something that no one else has, guide me...
if I stuck with observational anecdotes and occasional comments but textual titilation tempts me. I am surrounded by a community of dealers and devourers of intimate, emotional, seductive, vulnerable prose. I am familiar with the danger and darkness that can arise if I delve...
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,
and softly die,"
Said the King to the Queen, both paling white,
"Like tender care that graced our splendid eyes."
"The Kingdom is gone, we cannot deny."
Bereft, in the hall, stood the weeping Knight.
"My syllables fail me and softly die."
The Fool lowered his head and strained...
The son of crimson
Morn' of light
Night of amber
See them dance
See the beauty
But today shan't
Today falls a man
Man of peace
Watch the light
Watch the beauty
Watch the danger
Watch a life
Watch it fade
Watch the sun fade away
Slowly, leaving a fuss
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...