since i'v heard his voice,
or watched him walk by the sea,
with the waves washing his sand covered feet,
as fast as the sea could see...
There are days when i could sit all alone by the coast,
yet hear his voice low and high,
crowds of people often stood by...
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
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
beach and saw a starfish
That reminded me that she wanted to be selfish
To not want to share me with anyone else is constricting
Believe me, those words to me can be quite releasing
"Wisdom" and beauty combined in one woman is a treat
A beautiful being I desire, even if for...
Autumn discoloured the memories,
Winter froze his heart,
Memories haunt his soul,
Tearing his veins,
Revealing his weaknesses,
Drag him to the feet of darkness,
He crawls tall, spits his tears to its disgraceful face,
Scribes her name on his chest in eternal retaliation,
Date a girl who writes.
Date a girl who may never wear completely clean clothes, because of coffee stains and ink spills. She’ll have many problems with her closet space, and her laptop is never boring because there are so many words, so many worlds that she’s cluttered...
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...
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...
Detach those hooked-in heart strings,
go beyond the ties that bind.
Look up, my heart, look at the skies,
so full of endless opportunity.
Look at the earth,
so ripe with endless possibilities,
waiting to break past the surface
of the apparently.
at the life...
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
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 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...
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...
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...
out of the room as fast as possible not daring to look back afraid of what I might see. I ran and ran for ages down a hallway that went on forever and ever, I could've sworn I went past that same door before. "W-what the hell is going on? I've ran past that same door a crap ton...
and posting it on this site called FictionPress, so if you're interested in reading it I provide the link. I would appreciate any constructive feedback and criticism. Hopefully my writing isn't terrible. Thanks!
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...
PERSON, IT'S JUST THE WAY THEY TAKE YOU TO A PLACE NO ONE ELSE CAN.
I can only consider myself lucky to have experienced this feeling with someone. When you can completely be at ease with that person and feel so peaceful and complete.Even if you both are saying nothing ,there...
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...
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,
..ALWAYS, we touch in warm sugar flowers and sun yellow whispers...serpent stiff, and feline curved..connected, fire-fleshed and electric. twisting in a river of urgent limbs souls lung swallowed in a kiss...lips travel flesh in a summer language;...the speech of warm falling...
A teacher in front of a whiteboard. Students in between the ages of eleven and thirteen sitting in their desks. The bright light from the outside shining through the window. This would seem to be like any normal school day...if it wouldn't be for the horrid smell entering the...
Sitting At Night,
By The Lake,
On My Rocking Chair,
In My Torn Jeans,
Call It What You Like,
But When The Blues Echo In My Soul,
Thinking Of You,
Thinking Of The Days Gone By,
Plunged In A Hidden Wonder,
This Solitude Is Heaven...
you cry when you listen
i am the breeze you will feel
but only for a moment
i am the sunset you want to see
but you only see once
i am the night you want never to end
but it ends
i am the dream you want to keep dreaming
but it ends
i will bring spring in your life...
that i daydream about you.
Every time i sit down and i clear my mind
It always goes back to the thought of you.
At 1st it started with just us hanging out
having a good time.
Now, we're in bed cuddling.
I snap back to reality and shake my head.
I cant help but smile but deep...
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
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,
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. ...
eyes expecting to see a shadow clawing at me, but there was no shadow where I expected to see the shadow there was a pile of dark liquid which I presumed to be blood. An ominous voice came from behind me, "Greetings Michael, I am.... The Shining One. You do realise if I didn't...
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...
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 feel the heart of mother earth
beat in unison to mine
as we fall between time
and space and sky and sea
into a vastness where love reclaims me.
It is a realm of peace and trance
where all of life moves in a dance
of perfect synchronicity,
and I am you, and you are me,