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...
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...
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.
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...
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...
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...
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
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.
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,
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
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 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. ...
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 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.
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 all I can do is wait
Ready for our final fall
It's all pretentious
I have to stay awake
Rest my head between my hands
I grasp at the temples, the sides
My blood has been heated
Brought to a boil with a zest of spite in my eyes
Keep up a guard
Keep up your mind because I...
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...
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
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
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...
Lions have their dens and
writers have their pens
Sharks have sharp teeth and
hearts have their own musical beats
Alligators have strong jaws and
friends who care have bared claws
Praying mantis have a stance that's grand and
God always has a master plan
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...
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...
(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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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.
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...