There she was baring all that
Legs spread, her hopes and dreams
Foolishly thinking she could hide her
But her climax rose, peaked, flowed like the
Until it trickled its last drop, exposing her
Climax, scream, squirt...
Rushing on - Open, plan, act, close
Flows right past the end of day
Swept on bubbles across the way
Washing over - cleaning through
What's arriving; next to do
Party time - lets hit the street
I'm out of here - got friends to meet
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...
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...
I'll show you a word from my mind as it is,
And perhaps you can delve and find what you need,
Anything to soothe you for you malicious deeds ,
But be careful when I show ,
For all good things may overflow.
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...
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,
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...
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...
your origin song
a flood of light
always only flowing
this now expressing
whose gift igniting alters
and all but this
the dreaming wings
I ricochet all night and day
And still avoid the pitfall
Gravity's a stubborn force
And there's no second chances
Going down's an omen now
Despite this ball's advances
Wayward and magnanimous
Direction's ever fleeting
This metal skin has always been
These walls can take...
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...
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..
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.
FOR MS. *T*
I just lost another friend today.
a while ago you landed from the sky
and nestled inside my heart by and by
it was the warmest funnest coolest thing,
two bodies residing inside one kindred ring.
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...
Better listen. Like Jesus on the sermon on the mount. I am about to give an account. Put together words in large indefinite amount. So if you can't follow you might need cash in your savings account. Because we about to travel and there is going to be some entertainment on...
she cannot be seen, for you are
cold hearted, radiant green
obscene, compulsive mean.
the little girl, her life's a whirl
this way, that way,
thrown against the wall.
who will break her fall?
to know her heart is to know it
she never answers when the people
or vanished without a trace.
Without sound or might we escape,
before dawn comes we change shape,
and the lust we felt in the twilight wanes
as time moves on through society's gains.
Learn your hate as time moves you
and you'll learn to love the world you're born into.
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...
but I simply haven't got the stuff!
I've thought and thought and tried to write -
in fact I've thought all through the night!
But even though my best I've tried,
the words won't come - they run and hide!
So now as dawn comes peeping through,
this feeble scrawl I'll leave...
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.
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...
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
an ache to the bone.
living the dream
blur of days pass
a truth of life unseen
the path of life broken glass
tears of blood fall from my soul
wounds blindly aquired
truth is a gaping bullet hole
the reward for deluded dreams desired.
My mind is like a T.V. set,
It has many different shows.
A channel for each memory,
But no remote directing where they go.
Some channels are the funny ones,
I will laugh until I cry.
Some channels are like sci-fi,
I get confused and wonder why?!
The scary shows are hard...
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
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...
even rust breaks an iron will,
what can mortals do to draw the line?
If those who drink from a dirty still
accept disease from some hell's wine,
Then what can we do that time can't heal?
If your demon's watching steal your shine
then pray to God that they're not real...
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...
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...
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...
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...
hopefully someone I can talk to
or someone who makes me forget
all the pain all the tears.
hopefully your someone who puts my feelings in a box, and doesn't try to pry them out.
hopefully your willing to wait until I'm ready to open the box.
hopefully your someone who doesn't...
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
since ive read some but ive always like the "how do I love thee" style of mockery.
Although its dark, it didnt quite fit in any of the dark poetry experiences nor did I want to make a catergory for dark mockery.
But it almost fits here, as its a off the cuff poem unedited and...
Don't fear. The alphabet has congregated and will now appear. I know, I know. With words like this I just doesn't seem fair. But let's get one thing clear. Me plus words equals a love affair. True.
Debate sure but by God you better concentrate. Because when people can't follow...
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...
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 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...
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...
Like little childen skipping off to school, hand in hand clasped firmly in place.
This is how you make me feel.
Like a breeze scented with Jasmine on a well moon lit night.
This is how I feel you.
A Solitary candle with a flame of no tremble
This is how I see you,
A dove of...