My Little Secret
I know it's wrong,
But the very thought of your hands,
Reaching up under my skirt,
And touching me,
Makes me blush in all the right places.
There are no postage stamps that send letters
back to England three centuries ago,
no postage stamps that make letters
travel back until the grave hasn’t been dug yet,
The moon so glamorous she sits on her midnight throne. Watching her reflection in the glossy waves below. The ruler of the night with her wondrous shine. For she is the pearl of...
The fantasy is real, the voice was very urgent and told beautiful lies, silvery webs of nothing that curled around them like the heat of a soft blanket on a winter morning. Hard...
(c) 2015 Edward York
The Thanksgiving feast is over,
We haven't even digested the meals,
Before Bombarded with commercials,
And loads of black Friday deals.
Is it wrong to remember
Those who brought us pleasure?
Those we were devoted to;
Those alliances that fell through?
Is it wrong to pine
For that other time?
Or to re-envision
From "Dejection: An Ode", by Samuel Taylor Coleridge --
'Tis midnight, but small thoughts have I of sleep:
Full seldom may my friend such vigils keep!
Visit her, gentle Sleep...
CRUSH COURSE IN PROBABILITY CALCULUS
it is quite possible
that I will go mad
it is also quite possible
that also you will go crazy
thus the possibility of...
Touch her in all ways non physical. Give her intellectual ******* in multiples and allow temptations to drip from her ears. Go down on her thoughts and taste her perception. Learn...
six am and darkness still prevails
her casual morning disheveled shuffle to the coffee
still beautiful to me
and so entranced i loose myself in thought
Time, time, time it harkens the soul,
Reminds us as humans of our constant role,
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
To love, to care, to remember, to cherish what is and once was good...
I believe pain breeds wolves and joys give rise to moons. We grow forests in our bones so our memories can't find us. I believe we hide and haunt ourselves. .. pavana
What is the use of eyes
if you are told you cannot clearly see
What is the use of ears
if you are told you cannot properly hear
What is the use of the mind
if you are told you...
Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling to your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your...
Don't Save Yourself
Don't save yourself,
Don't be immobile
On the edge of the road,
Don't freeze the joy,
Don't love with reluctance,
Don't save yourself now
You'd think that I would have posted a poem here lol. But really I write poetry, but only when I'm super sad :(. When I am, poems pour out of me with little effort and I'm told...
There is beauty in broken things,
Which only broken things can see,
There is a hero inside myself,
Who only around you I can be,
There is sunshine behind the rainclouds,
I am going to sound like a snob, but I want people to share good poetry.....reading some of it makes my head hurt. :(
Just a feeling...
Isolation( A poetry by me)
You feel alone;
No one to find around,
Just to hug and cry on.
You feel like no one gets you,
Try to break and judge you.
Here is my latest
Someone on here suggested I try to write out my problem in poetry. So I did. I posted it as a question but had to cut out a stanza to do it.
Imagine being an...
My crude attempt at poetry, I've got a lot going on, and I thought I would be creative...
In her eyes I see a dim light.
That I pray someday will shine very bright.
In her stare I...
Not a poem but please read
If you have read and liked my poetry please note. Even though it's really dark at times and very suicidal. Doesn't mean if ever kill myself. Which just...
I believe that all of Rumi's poetry says, to love the creator is to become one with the creator. And through that joining, all other loves and hearings are possible.
It feels surreal, you know? That last night was the culmination of all of the poetry, and the lyrics, and the emptiness I’ve felt laying beside those I claimed to love. 8 years...