where only thorns grow;
in the Winter, I choose not to sleep -
for, once you reach the bottom,
I have learned
the only way left is
I cannot grasp the soil that chooses to reject
the sun and water offered them -
but rather, would bask in its own
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.
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...
tears remain were they once laid..
With a future shrouded by uncertainty and doubt
he would look up at thestars and shout,
Spare the one whom I love of this pain
so that she may hear me when I say I love you again.. My heart is her heart, my soul is her soul, my life is her life...
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...
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.
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. ...
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
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
make you the same as the others.
Sometimes when you fall for a person doesn't make you any stronger.
Sometimes people always say yes even if what lies beneath is a big no.
Sometimes i want to be in the world of future, to never say the phrase I should've known.
numb, heart is scratched
Heart has fallen, with a scar attached
Pain and suffering, Those things all latched
To a beaten heart, whom never found a match
Crimson and blades, familiar feelings
Dreams and emotions, wail its hearings
Skin so numb, froze deep within the cell
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 I and ends with smiles
as we share secrets that go on for emotional miles
Love is such a powerful emotion and it can withstand time
You are my special treasure and I am yours and
it costs neither of us the valued dollar or dime
We are two halves of a whole and
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...
before about not being shattered.
No matter the cracks in the vase
No matter the tacks in the journey's chase
It is fixed with your embrace
The water still sustains
It doesn't leak
The rose stands tall
It isn't bleak
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
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
baguette, on my way home. Hearing a rooster's crow and the aroma of jasmine at dusk.
A sleeping dog's trusting head on my lap. The passionate gestures of flamenco and the taste of hearty wine when I think of her.
My son's small hands confidently holding mine...
Cheese dreams, with the sentimental cycle system. Reesi was longin' in her form while the camera lens focused on the sky as the red pipe smoked it away and filtered her heart red and cheese dreams, smelled of hot fake cheese and the mutated rat, too big to get out of that...
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...
for - it's the source of my passions, the drug that easily gets me high, the thing that keeps me alive. I am in love with the feeling of being able to even create something with words - something that people will like or not like, though it won't matter because I'm happy. though...
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...
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 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...
Like i feel like everything is in place but I didn't know such things don't last. I was a believer of happy endings and such things. Like a girl who always wanted to watch Disney princesses dazzled by their prince. But... after the closure, i seemed to fill numb. Except.. i am...
and lately. It helps me as life deals blows I can't seem to duck from. I wrote a tremendously long deep and romantic poem. Here is a small portion of it.
I love when you look me in the eyes
I appreciate your tries in life's craze
It doesn't matter if we're wrong again, we have...
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...
lusts and heartbreaks...
I cannot take it anymore
I can't fight it anymore
I have no more hope, no more courage, no more faith,
In God, in mother, in Charlie, in the bookcase man
Damn, as I sit
Blood pouring down my body
I think about her, and especially him
Why did you have to...
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...
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...
People think they know me still
But the me they know
Comes from a pill bottle in the window sill
Pop two in the morning
One at night
Keep the abnormal me
Out of sight
Society is truly screwed
Making me take pills to be okay
But I can’t be me
For even a day