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...
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...
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 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...
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
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...
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...
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...
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.
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
..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...
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
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...
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...
your origin song
a flood of light
always only flowing
this now expressing
whose gift igniting alters
and all but this
the dreaming wings
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...
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..
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...
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...
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...
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
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.
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...
very relieved, you said now you will always come back to me .
well A few years later I happened to run to far , I could not see you. where did you go? we where separated and I was scared, I was picked by By a stranger and left in a Cell. A black thing rubbed across me , "shes...
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...
Happy birthday to me
Save up my money all year
Pay for my 'friends'
But no one turns up
I have already paid
I shan't get the money back
Least it's worth
Such a waste
(wrote this in 2 minutes yesterday while waiting for my cousin to turn up LOL)
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...