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
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
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...
story-related word since I had my amputation back in April; I never felt really inspired to do so. Besides, I had a plethora of video games that needed played.
Now that I'm back at work, I've started talking to "the new guy", who I suppose isn't so new anymore. As it turns out...
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 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.
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...
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.
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...
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
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...
You follow my steps
Tell me what is it
That you want from me
Are you my lost soul
That I have waited for so long
If you show me
What it means to be loved
I promise you my heart
If you show me
Your hidden feelings inside
I promise not to let you down
You are my eyes like...
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,
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...
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...
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
The wind chilled the air with hints of winter. The leaves trembled on the branches. There she stood overlooking the cliff at the cold waters below. The sounds used to be soothing; now they bring a sense of finality. Her tears began to freeze on her rosy cheeks...
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...
Here is one of the latest poems I wrote to help me get through another storm cloud from yesteryear's bullies and attackers. I made a poem from various favorite songs.
When life is tough and you think you had enough,
Debby Ryan says stay strong with Open Eyes
When life pushes...
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 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.
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 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.
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...
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. ...
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...
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 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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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
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...
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