do you hear the angels sing?
the rain i hear
the sun is near
my eyes are open still...
i cantot think of one good reason to fall asleep.
my dreams are not excuse to ignore such broken wings,
angels fall into the screen, moonlight is not bright enough to let them see..
A Different Storm
On a wet
warms my Soul
Storms rage on
this cosy room
turning to see
your face as you
lie beneath satin
to quiver ardently , euphoric under your spell,
To swoon, trembling adoringly beneath your beguiling gaze,
To prey on your lips, and devour your charm,
With your arrogant grace and willowy neck,
Lisping sonnets do drip from your gilded tongue,
As I, adoring puppet to your every...
it make you want to rhyme to get that nice ring, the ring that will make others see, what exactly this poem is supposed to be, but when your done with your writing, no one ever seems to be biting. here's an interesting question, why do be invite these sessions, you know the...
peace of mind declinedNow i a trapped in hereyou watch us shakeyou have no shameMercy is not your forteYou whinge and whine about how the worlds unkindShall I get you a mirrorYou treat the human race with disgraceEven your own blood with disgustYou may maybe6ft tall but it only...
I wish to be one, and therefore I am!
I slip by you with little a sound.
You turn at my steps, and you hear my voice.
You could see me if it was your choice!
So I slip on through, and I bide my time.
I wait for the time when the truth will shine.
In the light, the lies will fade...
being a machine of course a heart I must lack, all I have are springs and gears, never to shed actual tears, for if I do I'll begin to rust, I'll start to crumble and gather dust, cold and calculating that's my mind, I once was loved and once was kind, I gather strength and...
Pieces of clarity she needed to find.Would it be found in the words on this page?Or something that would never be gauged?Is life tracked along one muddled road,With confusion and pain often sowed?Or is it just that some are destined to see,That life is meant to be happy for you...
I celebrated Mother's Day with my wife by taking her to Victoria's Secret and forcing her to spend $250 on underwear.
Now THAT'S poetry!
I even got to pick out one of the pieces.
Although, it's rather silly... because as soon as I see it on her, I'm only going to want to rip...
Drained and pained, torn in twoChained and staind by all you doDark skies clouding over blueA glaring, vicious Hell ensuePride ******** bare, but I don't dareAfraid you'll grab me by my hairI cower beneath your spiteful glareHold my throat, and gasp for airPale and frail and...
I am here, am I drunk?
The time of day for my alcohol isn't early enough!
All these gifts I must wrap, only to be torn,
Within minutes demolished from a greedy storm.
I don't ask for much; you all are content with my lacking,
Of asking and pleading, while foolishly laughing...
A starlit night, the moon shines like the sun
Walking along the beach, so quiet and peaceful
You run away and I give chase,calling your name
Is this the game you want to play
Your out of breath so am I
We sit together, silently watching the sky
I take you in my arms, holding you...
I would have done something
If only I dared.
She could have done something
If only she cared.
He never even tried
Though he cared enough
You watched as they died
You proved you were tough
We should have done something
But now it's too late
No one did anything
And death was their...
wonder filled the lyrical
as the elbow
of ubiquitous groove
swallows her embracing tongue
in curves of folding
hard like memories
too long left
in the pallid
lust of the
Being bound to my ignorance,
I am walking through the path,
"will it ever be enough?"
Horses are galloping.
I feel their footsteps beating in my heart
This is the most painful part.
Is it possible to be as free as they are?
Never going to shed...
..confused within my own self...disturbed dark soul of mine...cry out for help from within...
My burning ashes crave for life...the death that was never meant to be mine, but yours...The death that I embraced for no one...A window to the unknown world of miseries...wretching...
Elements, also comment, would you read my book? and no, it is not religious. Sorry. But anyways, here you go.
Out of the Fire
Into the Sky
Out of the Dark
And into the light.
A hero promised by the starlit heavens
Evil promised by Hell
There was the wings, dark and high
Put meh panties on inside out..Forgot meh deoderant..I stink wiffout a doubt..It's enuf to make a gurl rant..But I'm stilla smilinJust a happy lil fartSittin here justa chillinWritin this piece of... art.
a stack of chips on each shoulder
no room to lean or cry on
and you need one to rely on
stones keep piling on
and im crying trying to find the strength to fight on
trying to pick the right one
biting my time hiding with the light on
half of the fight is knowing when to stand-down...
exactly "off the cuff", I wrote it a few days ago, but I thought I'd share it here as it has a theme in common with the last poem I wrote here.
I've been away from home for half an hour
Out of range
And all I can think about
Which is no different to any other half an...
Dreams sift in and out like sandrunning through my fingers...slowerFasterSoft, gritty, lightCould there beas many dreamsas tiny minisculespecks of sand?Trillions, flooding my head,at night, in day..Shrouded, or unveiled..Beautiful... wretchedYielding, flourishingEnraptures my...
You hang from my neck like a ton of bricks
You're bulky and awkward what a fix
Always need adjusting, collecting hair and crumbs
Restricting me to death, I just sit and twindle my thumbs
I would love to just throw you away, but if I did my arm would flay
So I will keep you on for...
since I've written a poem..here is is..
You taught me to cry
You taught me to smile
Never was I
running for so many miles..
My palms searching for a light
Up to the sky
I see a floating kite
There is no need for a sounless cry
It's just another lonesome night
My eyes are wide...
It's funny when I almost fall,
Or when my dog can't reach her ear.
I giggle at the jokes you tell,
I smile because it's crystal clear.
I like it when it's all green,
And I spot a patch of violet,
I glow inside to see my life,
And know that I'm the pilot.
The tinkle of a slinky...
want to be,
It's far away from me,
Pain is flying in my mind,
Nobody can see or find,
I don't know what I should do,
Should I tell or should I hide?
I can see it is alive,
Caused by jealousy and lie,
Baby take my hand,
I take you to my fairytale land,
I look around and stop to thinkCan I write this poem? My mind is on the brinkIt could be about anything,I could throw in the kitchen sinkOr it could be about nothingFuhk, I write betta when I drinkBut drinks can't be had whilst at workWhich is a damn shame for sure, it'd be a...
Mama wants black nylon thigh highs, so he loves to stare
Mama wants sexy bra and panties, for their journey bare
A slinky dress that clinges to every curve she has
Dancing to sultry music, maybe some jazz
Tonight mama isn't feeling like mama any more
As his arms embrace her...
arms outstretched, beckoning in mock earnest
Submerged in a vast sea of pale blue
Edges burn with red embers, silently.
Waves screaming, blades of ice assaulting it's prey.
All at once morose.
A silhouette awaits in the depths, looking on through blank eyes...
all the stars in the heavens,the oceans to swim inthe warm breeze to soothe my heartthe steadfast arms of love to hold meyour tender voice to console memy dreams and hopes buoy me into rainbow skiessweet memories of yesteryear chime like lullabiesmy daughters magic loveand all...
The quite house
The darkness before dawn
Dark roasted fresh brewed black coffee inky as the sky
Fading of distant stars as they ebb to Sol
Volumes written about the promises of new days
Each fails to embrace the beauty in early morning hours
the anything knot
a girl whose eyes echo nightmares
whose reasons stare down barrels
whose thighs spread
in spiritual spring
whose shadows curve like Sartres
the anything knot said
i see you in Van Gogh bliss and
chosing breathing chasing bulls...
I have walked in the woods today.
There are places where the darkness is deep.
Where there are branches to cut me
And vines to entangle.
I have walked in the woods
Beneath light that was dim
Under branches full reaching
Under leaves that cannot fall.
Perfection would be too vague; flawlessness too petty.
She has skin that smells of lavendar; or summer rain
just as it touches the ground.
Like pure life embodied, golden and smooth
without a scar or inhibition;
long-legged, funny as hell, her voice in my ear,
her fingers on...