surviving and seeing the pretty even when all around you is ugly:
There's a garden when I want to sing
A sky when I want to soar
A closet when I want the bling
A man my heart is waiting for
There's a peach for every pit
A grain of sand for every shore
An end of the road for...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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
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...
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...
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.
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...
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...
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,
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
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. ...
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 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...
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...
i also write alot of fanfiction stories. i havent really finished any because i do not have a computer anymore and uts difficult on my tablet, but ehile writing i found the love of role playing. most people when they hear role playing they think of just sexual stuff. well for...
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.
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,
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...
reminisce a bit tonight. Haha, I've been writing since a very young age, & it was funny reading about my eight year old self getting angry about my aunt vacuuming my room & my 13 year old self crying over a 3 week relationship.
I wonder what my 25 year old self would think...
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...
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...
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
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
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
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...
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