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...
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
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..
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.
within the thought
Words that can't be spoken is the burden of my lot.
Rage just builds within my veins and tears that never dry.
Invisible to the outside world that slowly I will die.
But to see you sparks a longing to share all I have within
Restrained within my heart...
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...
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...
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'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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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 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...
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...
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
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...
Lips touch in moments of pure lust
My heart skipping several beats
Holding each other with complete trust
Breath coming short and fast
fingers touching and feeling
Bringing pleasure that will last
Leaving our minds reeling
Our souls coming together
Expanding upon the...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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
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 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...
..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...
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 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.
who was he looking for?!
Not me, not now, I will make him pay
My god he better ******* pray
I am not some free sleezy *****
He was peeking through the wrong door
Unlocked and furious I begin to spray
Just the beginning of his bad luck today
You crept into the ladies bathroom...