Rest if you must.
Sleep if you can.
Lay your pretty face
Upon my hand.
Steal those baby blues
And close them tight.
It’s time to surrender
To yourself tonight.
I don’t need you naked,
In leather or lace.
I want to see harmony
And a smile on your face.
On your soft, sweet...
Beneath the setting moon and starry skies
Lies an ill forgotten place
a secret nook
next to the babbling brook
in the forest of no return
you'll find it maybe
an old-run down castle
with no servant nor master
here the stay is free
that is if you can last the night...
I miss the smell of your skin;The milk and the honey and the salt and the sweat.I love the way your lip curlsWhen some no-account little fool thinks he can invade your space.I remember the long nightsin the city, watching them watch us,and the longer nightsfeeling your heat...
No Beginning nor end, in the image of my Father from whence I came. The immeasurable vastness of my souls abyss you could not begin to fathom. So far past the depths of sorrow even the Angels weep for hope. The light at the other end is an illusion behind me. This is my Despair.
Discussion of interlingual backformationsLike sweet music to my earsSounds like coming homeOr it wouldIf I wanted to go backI can see the utter irrelevance of the subjectA dubious gift of adolescenceIdle prattle on a busy Monday morningAnd so many topics left unconsideredWorld...
when will this war finally end
The suffering in the eyes
Tell the truth of a thousand lies
We dissolve into nothing
During this painfully quiet night
Slowly forgetting ourselves
Slowly forgetting each other
Just a silly little love poem I wrote for my boyfriend last night. enjoy
My boo puts the stars in the night sky
He puts the butterflies in my tummy.
My boo puts a smile on my face a mile long.
He is the April to my October.
My boo lights up my dark morbid world.
He lets me...
My heart aches as I awaken to find
that you are not there beside me
as you have always been.
Where are you my dear beloved friend?
Silver streams spring from my eyes
as the shards of my broken heart
cling to the strings of my soul,
Bleeding...drip, by drip, by drip.
"Darkness consumes meAs I fall into the blackMy heart's not thereIt never has beenDon't think that I don't knowWhat you really think of meSo that's the way it'll beHand me the swordCovered in my bloodAnd I'll stab my non-existing heartYou can sit there and laught at meAs this...
Now I lay me down to die
Bombs are falling from the sky
Planes are flying overhead
Paints my playground all in red
Mommy now for weeks has slept
and by her body I have wept
Now I lay me down to die
And wonder if Americans cry
Alone in my roomI sit and I cryHearing the shoutsThat take my lifeYet slowly stillI'm fading awayLeaving this worldI've had all I can takeSo becoming nothingI say
I give and I giveBut you wouldn't takeThe words of my broken smileWith no wings I fallQuickly to hellAway from...
don't kiss my cheekyour affection is patheticit should be a liebut you're quite certain you mean iti don't want your skin touching mineyour smooth cheek revolts mei don't want your phony civility.i have nothing to give youno thing is for youit's mine and i need itand i...
I have always loved poetry since I first learned about it in school as a child. As I got older I would chicken scratch my own versions in a notebook. When I was first moved out on my own as an adult I came across all those poems. I copied them all down in a bigger notebook that I...
mocha. Its even temperature I feel on my face.
Soft milk chocolate waves across your abdomen sea. My lips do take on the challenge of sailing it.
Your strength I feel as it engulfs me. I'm in my own world, my expedition starts at your nape, intermissions at your navel...and...
An impossible question to answer in truth..My shadow precedes me as to lead me in the wrong direction. When I close my eyes it steps inside of me to ensure that I am there and kept. And so I remain the only light that emits a faint glow that is of me thus creating the shadow...
People who love to share
Some act as if they are spare
Deep within they only stare
Some wear a beautiful smile
Others are there just for a while
There are people who are busy with their mobile
But some help you complete your file
People may be good or bad
Something I wrote while I was with Tory. enjoy
Pretty blue veins (c) 2012
Pretty blue veins that pop against my pale white skin
Pretty blue veins that shine through my pale white skin
Pretty blue veins that run up and down my body
Pretty blue veins that some find repulsive...
I wrote this poem a few weeks aftet I started talking with Tory. Enjoy everyone
My Shinning Star
I use to live in the dark
Alone and scared
Then one day you came along
And shown a little light into my world
At first I was scared, but you kept on shinning
Never giving up...
I sit here in the Dark stuffing my face
with all that's good chocolate, chips and treats that are oh so good.
Has I put that sweetie goodness into my mouth it melts to fill my heart.
I sit here in the dark and wonder what to do ,
I come to a stand still but I still chew.
the coals would amiss smoke coil.
Best friends, looking through glasses violet,
mirroring each other, yet perfect foils.
But that jetsam-like friendship always failed
And we were always alone with ourselves.
Eventually the feigning passions were inhaled,
And we were scared to go...
Opening the tabs of my mind.
The child survives
the pump house,
the fear, the fear, the fear.
Be very quiet....disappear.
You don't have to hurt.
You can watch from afar.
The darkness is my peace.
Violin and guitar
Somewhere in the distance
Us… on the cold ground
Watching the stars and the fires burn
Darkness, vastness, emptiness
Like two Mad Hatters
Always trying to save the world
And find our place in it I asked you silently
„How does it all feel?“
You have touched my mind
As minds so rarely do
To know each others thoughts
Wondrous on its own, but only a beginning
It’s but a pale reflection of spirits touching
You have touched my spirit
I feel what you feel, want what you want
More precious, but still only a...
I like to write poetry and read others as well. It is kool to see how others write, what they are feeling and thinking during certain times. I know my poems reflect experiences I have gone through.
Altho, I do not write on a regular basis. I have to be in a certain mood to write...
I know that may sound stupid or something, but I am really to nervous to share any of the poetry I have ever wrote. I think it is because I don't ant negative feedback from anyone, or that I don't want anyone to see that my poetry is not as good as I want it to be. It is the same...