that made dogs howling and people turning their heads. Nobody ever heard him laughing, or even speak a single word. Some lost “night sailors”, trying to find a safe harbor after drinking too much of salt water from a little “moonlight” glasses, sometimes were talking...
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
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...
since I was younger and it's something that I love too do. I mostly write poetry, or short stories, but i have this idea of a good book just need more help on putting it together but, Hopefully soon I can write my own book someday and be able to publish it for others to read.
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
this quote. I fell for a man who apparently has been crazy about me a long time and who finally started playing hardball to win my affections when he became of legal age. He has been trying to reel me in and get me to see he's a man and he's more than just someone's younger...
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,
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...
what else is there? Wish you could be near. Want to know how and what you're doing and repeat it fifty times again. Anyway, so now you know wanting us to work out, but we need more time. You recall the old saying where have you been all my life? That's what occurred between us...
happened me and Chuckie were riding our bikes up the hill (I don't know where I got the idea from) and in the midst of riding I fell off the bike and onto my arm. I heard chuckie say "are you alright?" But I was frozen then I knew that I was having a seizure. I haven't had them...
novel? What was it about? I did when I was 19 and the book was awful. My writing wasn't edited and I didn't like the cover. Now it's different, I'm moving in the write direction. Got a new publisher looking to put my book out next year. Good luck to all
I don't even remember why I left but here I am again. I created a blog on Wordpress and wrote there everyday. My blog was a way of getting over the pain of never seeing the love of my life again. I had been with her 17 years ago and then we were separated by life.
when cold, dark wave close down over our head ” he said, and his eyes were shining unhealthy flame, inner fever. He was sitting on a narrow cliff, watching green gulf hundred feet under, “I wonder how it feels” he said silently and roaring wind took away his...
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
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.
goodbye, and lack of word
You have sufficiently built me into a beautiful tower of the finest glass
But have unconsciously began your gentle demolishing of my undisturbed surface
One by one I can feel my solid structure deteriorating
Collapsing to your feet
Unaware of the shards...
It is a symbolism of our relationships on this planet with God and with one another in this human species we are a part of. I call it Recipes.
What is interesting is the lives we all lead
led by love, led by drive, led by money or plain greed
Some are silent, some make noise...
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 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...
(graphic language ahead)
Breathe it in. Go deep. Take it all. Now hold. Count to ten. Count to twenty. Feel the fire in your lungs. Let it fill your soul. Delude your senses…. Exhale. Now there are dragons in you. Can you see them, as your head swims? Is it just the lack of...
and in honor of three specific female friends whose names or partial names are all in this quote. I also made a humongous poem revolving around it and with messages of inspire to these three.
I have a destiny. I have love. My life is always on go, never on stop.
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
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...
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...
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.
September has answers I need to find
I have been seeking the keys all this time
My friends who are true, this is your time to shine
Prove to me your love, platonic or romantic, and let it be mine
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...
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...
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
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...
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
Many say survival is all in the past
And to enjoy the freedom at last
You have to experience the storm to know how to fight the next
It's only something life can teach, not verbal or written text
Survival is a small word but it's world is really large
You can tell your...
over time from observing others who are my friends and others who are haters of my friends:
Hate is loud but love is louder
Hate is strong but love is stronger
Hate brings death but love brings life
Love heals what hate steals
Hurting others for being bigger just makes you...
if it’s been turned upside down
Love can make your gray skies blue
even if the friend you need is you
Reality can marry good times and bad
and your journey can be fun-filled as well as a tiresome fad
Whatever you do, keep this advice in store
as you open up and take...