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
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...
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...
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
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...
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
on a day of April, with lively trees and noisy birds around me, I met her. The breeze was rushing and the golden rays of the sun were running through her thick black hairs, making it shiny and silky. Her smile, which was brighter and warmer than the sun itself, stroke right...
But could it really be love when all you've done from the start is be afraid?
The fear of ending up hurt never left your mind. It made you vicious. The fear crept towards your heart until it became cruel.
It taught you to strike back, to strike first.
It didn't give him...
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...
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.
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...
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...
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,
and lately to my domain. Here's a tiny poem I wrote about my love.
He's my American beauty, curly-haired cutie
He's my nickel, he's my lifeline
He's my never-ending fairy tale, I'm his guiding sail
He's my tickle, he's the reason for my rhyme
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...
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
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 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...
and crazy place, yet beautiful and exciting. And to live in this world, you need to fight. You need to get stronger. And to get stronger, you need to feel pain and agony. In order to get wiser and harder, you need heartbreaks. In order to be happy, you need to experience sadness...
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...
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...
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 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 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...
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...
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
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...
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...
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...
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...
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
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...
Learn to let go
Welcome the pain
Again and again
Collect the tears
Forget the years
Take back my heart
Smiling as I fall apart
Begin once more
As life shuts that door
See whats inside
Fearful of looking
Wanting to hide.......
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...
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.