(c) 2015 Edward York
I always enjoyed when I met with you,
You greeted me with a smile.
I shook your hand and had a seat,
And visited for a while.
Your hand I felt...
A Fire from within
Leaves the strongest soul pleasantly scarred
It is within this fire that most ache
Ache for the flames, those orange sparks of difference
The blue tango...
******* hate feelings
Hate falling in love with the wrong person.
Hate giving my time to the wrong person.
Hate arguing with the wrong person.
Hate knowing I ****** the wrong...
XD when I write the words control me and I just write it's weird but hey normal is boring
Intensity flowing so deep my lips can't split to speak...
... Fear of rejection while holding you in my eyes; I see...
...I love with my heart bleeding down my arm...
All morning, all day, all evening, and all night existing as one only in the mind and out of pain's sight.
Lover making love with no one but myself all the time; sharing...
I write poems, I do it when I'm sad or when a touching idea strikes me.I write stories too.
Slipping on Mist
Where is the joy of my precocious youth,
that slowly slipped one morning into a mist,
like a lover's lost affection for lips once kissed
and sipped so sweetly...
She corners me
Then whispers me her poetic verses laced with love
And although Id always find her art appealing
I can't be with her
This thing that she wants will never be...
May wraiths infect my dreams,
That I may experience their deaths
Over, and over, until mine eyes awaken
For though i may sleep,
I shall know no rest
For ever, and...
SHE MAKES ME SMILE
She makes me smile,
All the while.
Like a Jack-o-Lantern,
I'm gonna split a seam.
She makes me smile.
Like the Cheshire cat,
From ear to ear...
Another old poem. Seems to be relevant right about now.
LOOK WHAT YOU DO TO ME
Three in the morning,
An' I haven't slept a wink.
Look what you do to me.
All I can do is lay here...
With Every Word
Could a spider be more than size
Slander be more than lies
Could statues be more than stone
A king be worth more than his throne
They think when it doesn't hurt...
THE GIFT OF TIME(c) 2015 Edward YorkThe little hands I held today,Brought to my face a smile.And any troubles I may have had,Left me for a while.Even though you are short right now...
from my grave
when they downed my coffin in the grave,
i knew you weren't there, because;
i didn't smell your perfume in the air.
even tho my last hope was for you
to come; and...
Eloquence is reconstructed into controlled fingers.
Figurines are acrobats gliding through lazy afternoons
Baton twirls are titanic, altered pens spin dizzy...
Take me away
Taking me to another dimenssion
Your love gives me a magic reaction
Leaving me short of breath
With just a word my inhibitions all melt
Undressing each layer of my...
The Void Miles apart, 10 feet away,I’ve lost the strength or will to say.The trail was once was so full and bright.I fall asleep this lonely night. Youthful days...
Wishing for rain.
i wish it would rain,
wish it would rain real hard.
heavy rain would wash up,
all the dirt that we've made.
'm wishing really bad!
like the desert gets...
Just when I think its off,
And that I am free,
Safe from the clutches
of unbearable beauty,
My eyes, or my imagination
Unknowingly in your direction,
And I am in flames...