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...
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...
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
your origin song
a flood of light
always only flowing
this now expressing
whose gift igniting alters
and all but this
the dreaming wings
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...
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...
..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...
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
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...
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...
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...
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 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
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...
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...
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...
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...
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,
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)
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...
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 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 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..
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...
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...
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...
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.
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...
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
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...
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...