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 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 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.
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...
Thousands of invisible waves
from a heart to a heart
whisper: love is love.
Nights filled with endless clicking of keyboards,
reflecting the rhythm of our pulses.
I have never been happier to be alive.
There have been other's hands on my skin,
there have been other's lips...
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...
if he could. Destroying everyone and everything because they couldn't live up to his unattainable preconceived ideas. Then he would turn inward and destroy himself, because he couldn't bare to be alone in the misery he created.
First: iron and water and fire.
Hands of a man who touches me as if he knows he can't keep me.
Then: darkness and velvet and no air.
A young woman's hand, lovingly learning every detail of me.
There is warmth and coldness and thousands of colours,
over uncountable days and...
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
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...
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...
sacred place I love, when we say,
"Hey, I want to go to the
Coffee, dripping with caffeine and the smell of books, glue,
we breathe it in.
Stacks, stacks, musty and new, dusty and beautiful in their
little covers, I touch the spines
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
..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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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
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...
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...
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.
your origin song
a flood of light
always only flowing
this now expressing
whose gift igniting alters
and all but this
the dreaming wings
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...
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 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 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