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...
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
watching him walk away
Her door to this universe slams shut
He bursts out of the house,
Behind him the laws of science is about to be questioned,
In this forbidden land of emotions,
Her cries shatter the glass in her world,
Her pain ignited,
The flame glows the darkness,
fell in love instantly. I always dreamed of falling in love with a girl with big bosom and buttocks. But I don't know why I fell for you. May be because the way you look, the way you smile. My eyes got stuck on yours, its like a ocean and I don't how long it would take me to...
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...
Standing on mountain top,
Wind blowing Indian feathers,
Tired eyes gazing the horizon,
Clouds turning to dark silver,
Rolling thunder in the distance,
Signalling its arrival,
Surrounding eagles desperate for flesh,
Spear unearthed for war,
The war paint faces waiting for this...
Night after night they tore her heart from her sleep,
In her nightmare, she saw the reflection of an angel,
In her dreams, it was the devil’s image,
Awakening in the forest, to the words of a rainbow,
Washing the pain from her feet,
She believed in its stories, fixing her...
that had been crawling over her skin the past two days heightening to the point of discomfort. She couldn't see a future with him, she felt like the "honeymoon," so to speak, was over, she felt as though it was time to let go.
So soon? She asked herself. Yes. So soon.
so deeply I'll forget my own name.
You'll own me with such a passion that there is nothing my body won't do for you.
You'll invade my mind with your words, weaving images so divine I'll lose my mind with desire for you.
For ours is the story of legend. An epic tale to be...
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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. ...
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...
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...
this enchanted place
stands pale in its comparison to thee
crested in a night of armor
a simple wanderer of the truth
in a deathly place for love's fallacies
I wander the distance
finding myself here
this place collapses against time itself
rearing back against its own...
I became the Prairie Lazarus' Lover).
It wasn't possible, and yet there was no other explanation. Eva's mind tried to rationalize it, and failing, then struggled to accept it nonetheless. But another part, a deeper part, of her knew it to be true, and perhaps had known it upon...
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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
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.
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
so misunderstood. I always felt like the black sheep of my family, like the invisible friend. I was always the girl that couldn't fit anywhere, that belonged nowhere, that wouldn't be missed by anyone, that would be unlovable and unlikeable all her life. I was always the piece...
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
It's intrinsic, a trait passed-down to me by my writer-mom. I wrote a children's book when I just 10. I've written everyday (in some form) for almost 20 years. Journals and journals of entries, blog posts, messages, reports. Writing is one of the few things I can tolerate...And...
huddled mass of people stood against the white soft snow. The green carpet stretched forth before them. The casket adorned with red roses. The white snow covered the red petals turning the tops to a soft pink.
In the shadows of this madness, the man sat despondent to the...
as he stood outside. The rain drops seemed to anticipate things to come. Slowly speeding up in their own way. The decisions that fell writhing in each solemn drop.
His hand in his pocket he looked across. Wanting to go inside there but afraid of his own truth. In a...
I wouldn't ever say that writing is my hobby. That would be too weak and too unappropriate expression for everything that it means to me.
Writing is my desire, my passion, my freedom, my way of leaving the mark. I may say that it has actually become my way of thinking as well...
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...
Depression has a unique side effect - weight loss. Today I am officially down about 10 lbs. Stress, Anxiety, and depression. Wonderful stuff. I truly am blessed.
I woke up this morning to a phone call from Muse. I couldn't...
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...
desire that can only be filled by one and no other?
I have this now. This ache for only you and you alone.
Come to me, give me what I desire, in my dreams where anything will happen.
All these feelings and more. Touch me, kiss me, feel me cringe with fierce want and desire make...
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,
strange how fate seems to work. It seems to have a mind of its own and a course that it sets. Like water flowing thru a river it winds its way down. Charting its own course until it flows to its destination. So it was that my life was completely changed when I met her.It was...
Watching words fall like rain,
Immersing in a river of rhythm,
Giving meaning to beautifully carved ice,
Shaping the silk of your stare,
And the taste of fire from your eyes…
Inspired by a picture of Camilla Belle
And Adele - Set Fire To The Rain
slipped up high to her thighs,
Walking bare feet, gently floating in a mystic rhythm,
Thin stems of the green grass brushing her skin,
As she tucks her hair behind her ear,
A gesture of immaculate femininity,
Afternoon sunset watering her wonder eyes,
Her walk continues...
for words that will somehow manage to convey a meaning beyond the material and will leave a lasting impression. Yet, the more I think about it, the less purpose I see to writing at all. What are these symbols after all, beyond an arbitrarily structured mass of scribbles? How do...