As a veil in your thoughts and dreams
Image of my red lips and red hair
Is what you remember
But no life is behind those thin eyes
While the real ones gleamed that colour
Like the rest of me
Shards tearing us apart
Or perhaps we were always torn...
She lies easy in my arms
This dimly moonlit night
Her body supple to my charms
She moans with such delight
I brush her hair back, find her neck
And kiss her softly there
My lips they trace her gentle curves
They make her arch and swear
While fingers brush and pinch and...
the door swings its motions
the air rushes through
the cycle it seems
But where is
what makes it new?
the people walk past
Below me the ground,
Above me the clouds
As I lay back down to sleep
to dream of nature's virtue, sweet
to dream of her within my mind,
to dream of once upon a time
to dream the dream of
happy ever afters
to dream once more
of nature's laughter
to know it teases,
and in it's recourse
embrace against a backlit stream
Swollen passages of minds wistful ways
Kindles dark hearts on dying byways
Hasten my heart against you
Beating of internal guilt
Wishful dose of silence
Beats the truth of my innocence
If loves Mercy beneath quilted desire
Loathes my heart to...
i know i might just light this joint just for the touch , just for the rush
you dont even know the half of it , mad ruckess
tangled brain , im feeling like a hand puppet
cause she dont know im alone , im on my own
comatose , im feeling sick but im still posted up at...
Sometimes the words draw me to themselves. These ghosts appear around me.
They tell me their truths, reasons and injustices.
They let the living. These that are loved to not be alone.
They beg the borrower to the lender. To love once more
I knew better
I put myself in this position
Just when I think I'm winning
I start losing
This game called love
It's so confusing
A vicious cycle with no conscience
No remorse, I made my choice
I sacrificed my heart
Was torn apart by feelings I let loose
It's a noose...
The feelings we share I ride like a wave,
The ups the downs the direction they make,
On a magic carpet that we made,
From threads of ourselves,and the pattern we laid
the vessel counts as much as the map,
The carriage awaits for us to step up,
I admit Its scary as it might...
until I die:
:walk away, my mind will fly:
:my eyes lost, so they burn and fry:
:my skin lost:
:walk walk walk walk walk walk walk:
:STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP:
:WALK WALK WALK WALK WALK WALK WALK:
:TAKE THIS OUT:
:MAKE THIS ALRIGHT:
call and calamity answers
Don't fail falling heart, just float above
And count the stars and infinite secrets
For the Universe shall be your guiding compass; saying
"How to stop time: kiss,
"How to travel in time: read,
"How to escape time: music,
"How to feel time: write...
On the platform I watched with fascination the lovers at the station
Lost in tender admiration
I had to turn my gaze away.
For the first time in a long time I missed your smile today.
Living life at a pace, agents to please, speeches to make and deadlines to keep.
The only time...
I planted this seed...
watered it with my blood...
tried my best to shine...
my inner light upon it...
so it might prosper...
but as it broke through the soil...
I knew it was fragile...
maybe I sheltered it too much...
perhaps I didn't give it...
as much as I...
I have let the light go,But not let the dark in,The pain from withing spreading my fears,You and I,Standing here alone,We are like each other,The pain consuming me,This world is nothing but a dream,A peace of a shattered memory,Here we go,The secrets we never shared,Each time we...
Waking up in the morning,
another day dawns,
I rush to my computer,
I flip the cold box on.
As it's familiar sounds start,
Time to pour a cup,
I rush back to sign on,
To see if he's already up.
The "Sign In" is complete,
Today begins anew,
I gesture "Good Morning...
the madness of sorrow
Heartache of the lost
Beyond the veiled glaze
Peruse my blood a thousand glares
Insanities wretched fools shall remain
Beyond loves bewildered flat
Fools and the madness
Conspired to the last
Amidst the demons reich
my very spirit is drowning
Not in sadness, not in joy
A muffled scream, a violent shout,
brain and heart are pounding
The smallest slight, whether actual
or only perceived through enveloping red
I can speak plain
I seek to maim
Avoid the glare or become dead
The love i had i can no longer find.
Im tired of feeling sad and hurt.
You take me for granted and make me feel like dirt.
It may seem like a harmless flirt.
Look in my eyes and see all the hurt.
Im ready to throw it all away.
I cant go on like this another day.
I feel so lost...
You are lost
In faded colours of Summer's smile
The world we had now locks me out
I tear and strain in desperate style
You drift away, I scream and shout
My blood dries in the vein
True love just means real pain.
You are lost
Until moonbeams send you from the skies
Sometimes occasions come our way,
Inspiring memories good and bad.
The occasion that is now close at hand,
Brings me memories of my dad.
The things he taught me have stayed in place,
And have become a map for me to tread.
As he told me about the things in...
Do not be afraid of life,the pain,the peril and the strife.Do not shrink with fear and dread from the things that lie ahead.
Do not be afraid to try-for no goal can be too high.You may fail but don't complain,you can always try again.
Do not be afraid to speak,to adventure and to...
Each and Every Night
So much do I miss you that
Each and every night as I close my eyes
My heart sees your sparkling eyes, and your smile.
So much do I want you that
Each and every night as I think of you
My heart hears your sweet whispers and your...
Cold coffee on the table.
The morning light filters.
She watches as it filters.
Her tired body refuses to move.
So much to do, but she can't seem to move.
She clutches at her cup, now empty.
She can't help feeling so tired, so empty.
Sleep has evaded her once...
Nightmared h☺☺kers hawking their wares
On empty mind corners
Clad in startling symbols
Such as flying crocs and bull
I renounce it all as I greedily consume it
The rancid oxygen burning my throat
Wearing my heart like a (pimp)
Wears out his welcome
I'm sick, and it's a pretty little illness
A prefrontal bacteria that eats away my willingness
To live within the social parenthesis
I'm twisted, sick from this political annilingus.
The jacket that I'm wearing will define my disorder
I'm due to see a professional Visceral...
that you may hear
Fisherman to the ocean my line is free
Flow forth from me
Hold me internally
Hold what's true
Let me drown inside of you
Against my heart I know it's wrong
I don't care my love
I don't care!
It's where I belong,
Take these words and hold them
suddenly remembered your smile again
Wandering completely feeling lost
I had to come back to you at all cost
Sudden invasion of loneliness
Taken over my soul I must confess
How to get back to you my love
As I'm stuck here on my way above
The sight of your beautiful face
so true. My love on a pedestal echoing out for thee. Whose hollow voices I have no love to give. Feeds the fire of Crimson embers unturned. The love from the love'd. Bending back against the ticking of the death clock. The reaper waits for you....
calm oceans of eternity,
forsaken memories captured in golden clouds.
Mellow beats of obscuring artifacts.
Mysteries unravelled of love and romance.
Burnt caresses caring till curing chimes.
Breezy, sunlight sailing through the dawn’s air.
As planets chirp and gallop through...
I’m great, fine, spectacular. In a way
I relish every night, and I live every day.
I live, I laugh, I write, I sing,
I wonder what the new days will bring.
Then I get home, and I take off the mask.
The day, an almost impossible task,
Is finally over, and so I lay Down,
laugh for me
I think I'd like to take your hand
And make you follow me
I think I'd like to lay you down
And watch the way your body wiggles
Then climb inside your beautiful mind
And learn why they call you giggles.
death of the dying. Those that try in these aspirations of love , breathe to last the love'd.
Those that are perpetual in their soulful ways reap the closure to their death . We beg this weeping to cease but in its end the kiss leaves us lost.
Damned. And thereafter...
(Barvo's note - I don't actually write poems. I have no urge and don't read it for pleasure. I wound up in a writing class taught by a poet, so had to write several poems. When I can't do something well, I hide behind humour. Behold the result!)
Ode to a Lost Sock
So alive amid dying light,
Embraced by the night,
Illuminate with unseen bliss.
The earth is your canvas.
Scary, yet I’ve no fear.
From afar I see slow dancing:
On haunted soil, frolicking
In ragged dress with messy hair,
Awkward steps oh, so dear.
Remove your cozy boots...
that was pure
Trust was easily given
Hope eternal was then driven.
Now, the clouds have rolled in
Daydreams have turned to nightmares
A once, whole heart is broken
Memories, caresses never spoken
The road I had followed has faded
Which path am I meant to travel?
Am I to go...
Darkness cloaking it's a sin,
Longing for warmth and light,
Flowery arms reaching for the sky ,
No compassion they wither and die ,
Colouring leaves tightly gripping the trees,
Soon to fall in the sharp winter breeze,
Colours are ranging,
Drama that I...
In the gloam
deep in the forest
where the faeries sleep
There is one who knows
She knows the full measure
of you; the flame your smile kindles
The ache your brown eyes afford with every stroke
And the wake you leave in your leaving.
In the gloam
deep in the forest
soul in stage of fright
Shivering under fierce blowing wind
breeze of the ocean kissing my skin
Hulled by the shadows of my imagination
Where everything is set into motion
Stars above shinning down with grace
On this part of land called the mistery place
hamster wheel awaits us all,
As we begin our day.
We run and run to spin our wheel,
But stuck in place we always stay.
As the wheel turns we seem to move,
But the scenery stays the same.
Sometimes events may change a bit,
Or we simply change the name.
Sometimes the wheel just...
somewhere in between
the nightmare and the dream,
the conflict and the solution,
the failure and the fruition.
There is a storm.
There are alternating waves
of indecision and shaky resolve.
Confusion ebbs and flows.
The wind howls,
furiously in need of attention.
In nighttime's sleepless hours my reverie of you takes hold
I place a kiss so gentle as not to stir a sleeping baby on the face that fills my waking hours and haunts my dreams
You alone are my Northern lights, evoking a rainbow of cascading colours, Plumes of light that fill the...