0 25 50 75 100 125 150 175 200 225 250 275 300 325 350 375 400 401 402 403 404 405 406 407 408 409 410 411 412 413 414 415 416 417 418 419 420 421 422 423 424 425 450 475 500 598
Poetryalot of things calm me down especially a knife thats a rusty brown slit slit slit is all u hear all u see is one fallen tear death shall come to those who care should i make it true and take that dare
shit gets hard u try and act tough ur home life is rough lock ur self inside ur room droplets fall like bombs and go kaboom i guess its time to bring out ur lil friend its time to just let the pain begina and let everything else end
alot of things calm me down especially a knife thats a rusty brown slit slit slit is all u hear all u see is one fallen tear death shall come to those who care should i make it true and take that dare
ur lover dumped ur and ur really sad ur best friend fucked her and ur fucking mad thinkin ima kill that guy or maybe its my time to die pull out ur butterfly with old blood stains renimissing all ur old forgotin pain
alot of things calm me down especially a knife thats a rusty brown slit slit slit is all u hear all u see is one fallen tear death sh
Poetry & Other ThingsMorning breaks over the city
As the sun emerges from the east,
And blankets the world with warm rays of light.
The streets are quiet and calm, for now.
However, soon, they will be filled,
Like every other day, with people trying to make a living
Clawing and scraping, like a bunch of cats,
To get ahead in the business world.
Each morning the city turns from a silent lamb
Into a roaring lion, fierce and raging.
Some of us, however, are fortunate enough
Not to be caught up in the cruel business world.
We go on through our lives, each trying to decide
How we will live and love.
Searching through the great sea of emotions
Looking for that special someone to walk into our lives.
I sit alone in this park, a happy break from the city life,
Scanning the horizon, absorbing all of nature’s beauty around me.
The air is crisp and cool, almost like autumn,
The trees sway side to side, gracefully and peacefully,
As the wind dances through them and then moves on to another forest.
PoetryYou thought everything
was over when
he left you.
You thought that the
world was coming to
an end 'cause
he left you.
You cried and cried
until there was no
more tears left to
cry with.
But when hope seems
lost somthing happened,
something you thought
was not going to happened
did occur, he came
back to you.
And you started crying
again but not with
sadness but with happiness.
But how can you
cry if you don't have no
more tears to cry
with.
You shed all your
tears when he left
you.
Is it with the
tears of your heart
that you are crying
with?
Well now that he is
back into your
life,
you no longer think
that everything is
over.
And that the world is
coming to an end.
Now you know that
evertything is ok
and that he is
always there for
you. Since I let you get away
I've been thinking,
I've been thinking why did
I ever liked you.
Since I let you get away
I've be
PoetryThe things that I feel when I tell you to go
makes me want to die
The look on your face, the tone in your voice
the way you let out a sigh
I want you with me till dawn comes upon us
listless in our dream
Together in heaven this night that will pass us
quiet and serene
But my heart belongs to another so ture
and to that I can't deny
And when she returns and climbs into bed
to her I cannot lie
So off I will send you with downtrodden heart
another day will rise
And you'll live out your life as I will do mine
with sadness in disguise
Till next time you see me I will think of you
those stolen moments shared
Until you're here with me your body with mine
passionate kisses dared
Goodnight my sweet lover I'm sorry you go
with feelings bittersweet
Know that my heart breaks too as you're leaving
until the next we meet. A lonely veil of sadness comes within the chilling rain
Bringing to the surface now a churning, seething pain
Now cloudy eyes do try to see through tears o
Poetry And WritingsHave you ever felt so strongly about a person, thing, or idea just after a short period of time yet you still are in the dark?
Have you ever had a short glimpse into someone's eyes and in that instance you can see and feel their soul?
Have you ever thought you were amongst a love so strong that it could tear you apart just with one touch?
Have you ever leaped into your future so quickly that it fell on you without warning?
Have you ever fanticized about an idea of love that the real thing passed you by?
Have things beyond your control ever blinded you from feeling anything...anything at all?
Have you ever been so lonely that you tremble with joy at the idea that someone shows interest?
Have you ever been so scared of your own footsteps that you would rather stand still then take a leap of faith?
Have you ever felt a drop of passion land on your shoulder?
Have your tears ever been so thick that you feel like you are in a caccoon and no one can see you?
Have
Poetry And WritingThe eve the moon died
I mourned and I cried
For the loss of it's beautiful light
The stars shined fierce
Could not wane, could not pierce
The gloom of that moonless night
Who could have thought
That I would be so wrought
As that satellite sank into the sea
When a fortnight had past
I was amazing and yet aghast
As she appeared once again to me. How can I express
These thoughts of unrest
I choke and I drown
Cast ever and always down
Into this pit where I fall
No one to hear me call
Broken here I lie
To myself, don't know why
I can't shake this shame
No one else to blame
Saved for no another
Just the keeper of my brother
Put me upon the alter
A repent for the falter
With the dawn comes the sun
Kiss the flames, and I'm done. The sun drowns in the sea and stains the sky crimson
As moonlight now becomes the light to rule the evening
Skeletal remains lie black and charred amongst the ashes
Slowly the inferno is resurected from pyramid stacked bodies
Impaled
PoetryYOU'RE NOT AS HOT AS YOU THINK YOU ARE !
YOU SIT THERE
ACTING AS IF
EVERY
WOMAN
IN THIS
WHOLE WIDE WORLD
WANTS YOU.
YOU
TALK LIKE
YOU'RE
GOD'S GIFT TO WOMEN,
YET EVEN THROUGH
YOUR
RUGGED GOOD LOOKS,
YOUR
WICKEDLY BOYISH GRIN,
AND
NICE BODY
YOUR
SUPERIOR INTELLIGENCE,
AND
CHARM
YOUR
ATTITUDE,
AND
THE WAY
YOU
CHOOSE
TO HURT ME
SHOWS THAT
YOU'RE NOT AS HOT AS YOU THINK YOU ARE !
FOR IF
YOU
WERE
YOU WOULD
HAVE COMPASSION,
AND
YOU'LD
BE ABLE TO LOOK BEYOND
YOUR
OWN SELFISH WANTS,
NEEDS,
AND
DESIRES,
YOU'LD
BE ABLE TO SEE
THAT
I DON'T LOVE YOU
FOR
WHAT'S IN
YOUR
PANTS,
AND
THAT
YOUR
COCKINESS
IS HURTING
SOMEONE
THAT
YOU
CLAIM
YOU'VE
LOVED
SINCE
YOU
WERE BABY SAT BY ME.
DO
YOU
UNDERSTAND
WITH
THAT SUPERIOR INTELLIGENCE
THAT
EVEN AS MUCH
AS
I LOVE
YOU.
EVENTUALLY
YOU'LL
HAVE
HUR
PoetryThe Feelings That I Have For You
Can Not Be Said Or Felt So True
Until I Gaze Into Those Deep Brown Eyes
And See My Feelings From Inside
With you I Feel There Are No Chains
My Soul Is Free To Soar Again
And Leave Behind That Karmic Debt
That I once Had Before We Met.
I Feel Our Souls Are Intertwined
My Feelings Clear To Read Your Mind
How Can I Tell You How I Feel
And Show You That Those Thoughts Are Real
I See Us In My Dreams At Night
Talking By The Candlelight
While Holding You In My Arms So Tight
To Kiss Your Lips And Say Goodnight
So Why Then If The Feelings True
Can I Not Say That I Love You.
The Feel of your skin against my hands
Makes me quiver with anticipation
I need to have all of you
Bring you to the edge
That spiritual union of two souls lost in each others body
The things I would do to you can't be explained
You'll have to wait and see, and trust It is all about you
My greatest joy would be taking you there
To that point, no thoughts in
PoetrySunrise
To be uplifted
To feel inspired
Chase the moon,
The hearts desires
When storm clouds gloom
I'll dance in raindrops
See the majesty
Of the mountain tops
To laugh, to dream, to hope and cry
And do it all, no questions why
Arms and mind open
Embrace the world in
And with the rise of the sun
Each day, chase life again
Wraped in a familiarity
No sleep
Overdrive mentality
I want to....
In the sands of the beach, edge of the waves
Stretch my mind and spirit
Or....cool grass on bare skin
And by the licking tongue of fire
to the limit
Release
Become
Poetrywell I think i finished this one.
I dont normally ask for input but i feel theres something missing from it, but i cant put my finger on it.
leave me a message and let me know what you think..... I personally dont think its one of my better ones but my mind is Mush!
thankx and hope you like it!
Dianne
~~~~~ Untitled~~~~~~~
If i told u i loved u .. what would u say?
If i told u i couldnt live without u .. would u stay?
i dont know how to tell you just what i want to say,
i love you seems so simple and over used each day
I know our time will come and we will both have to say
what exactly we feel in our own special way
I long to be in your arms and i long to hear you say
What exactly is in you heart and why you feel that way. AS THE LOVE TURNS TO HATE~~> as the love turns to pain
the pain turns to hate and someones heart breaks she misses him even though their chances were slim
she enters the place where they first met
where she just sets and waits t
Poetry By MeHopelessly sinking down in to a hole, wondering what has happened to my soul. So scared and alone, lost and shaken, chilled to the bone. Living nightmares that never seem to fade away, fears and scars concealed from those I cherish most, terrified to share what bothers me the most.
Endlessly searching for what I never seem to find, constantly wondering what is always hidden in the back of my mind. Never truly knowing what I feel in my soul, tired of the lies that help me stay in control. Afraid to loose it all and fade away, trying so hard to live for another day.
Memories that haunt a troubled mind, shoved away to deal with at another time. Flooding over in to what was once a happy soul. Now I am left drowning striving to regain control. Lost and broken from within, torn and scattered fighting not to give in.
Praying I find a way to escape my pain and fears. Hoping to find peace and a place where I don’t have to hide my tears. Where my soul is free to soar, and my feelings ar
Poetry And Prose.Silence
The young fight you with all their might…
With imaginary worlds,
With showdowns at noon,
With parties of tea and cookies…
And as we grow we run to you...
Depend on you….
Crave every second of you…
In what moment do you change from dreaded boredom to peaceful respite?
When do we begin to see you as something we have far too little of?
Time is the answer to this and all things…
Time wears on the soul of man and woman alike…
As the gentle water will tear through the hardest of rock
Time shows us our imperfections unceasingly, unerringly, and unmercifully…
You are the brief moment between the tears,
You are the precious minutes we take to see ourselves,
You are the few hours away from our obligations to others,
You are the eternity we face once we are gone.
We begin hating you because we begin with no past, no pain, and no self
We end loving you to forget these same things…
You are our enemy transcended to our savior
Silence, thy mome
Poetry By MeDedicated to My Jared 0ct. 6th, 2006 (C)
KarinRochelle
I never thought
it coud happen like this
Never thought
I would get just one kiss
And now with you
I see what I missed
And I will never let this feeling go...
You are my amazing
You are my happinenss
You are my everything
My one and only
Never before had I thought
That God could give me such alot
of blessing....
You are my Amazing!
So much time
that had gone by
And I never thought
I would ever see you again
But then came the *when*
And I will never
never let us end
You are my amazing
You are my happinenss
You are my everything
My one and only
Never before had I thought
That God could give me such alot
of blessing....
You are my Amazing!
*Hand in hand
Side by side
We'll make it through
All our days
We will never see a day
When we cant weather a storm together
***first of all: DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ ABOUT MY FAITH. i do not preach at people. i am letting you kn
Poetrybeauty seems to pass me
as permanent as the smoke that dances
from my lips to transparent air...
i've always wanted to fall in love
with my world on fire...
the flames engulfing the two of us...
an inferno that includes no one else.
the smoke fogs our eyes
to the rest of the population...
the burning runs so deep
we scar each each other.
i want to brand you with my affection,
sear myself in your flesh with such a passion
that there is no other heart in the world
of which you want to be an object.
i want to strike your soul
with an energy unmatched by any woman,
let the match smolder in your ears
so i can be the only one that calls your name.
i want YOU, i want you there with me
to watch the flare that was once the earth
melt away before our witness...
be left standing alone, just you and I,
to ignite what's left,
the only part of life to value...
an unbridled passion that kindles
the best parts of us. heels click across a busy intersection...
i
PoetryShell A small shadow there I see
Refusing to be seen
Twisted like a knot in her shell
Hiding herself all too well.
But in her eyes I peek
What others refuse to see
A beautiful soul I find
Tough in heart, strong in mind.
At times she struggles to cover it up
Her experiences have made her tough
But when I look there’s a lot to see
So much being said without speech
Maybe she has lost her way
On that road traveled so infrequently
While walking to this unknown place
A piece of her is lost in this place.
I wonder now
Can I help her reclaim
Some of her inner prosperity?
Perhaps in time
All will be fine
Desire and perseverance could be the key.
Again in her shell covered up
Distrustful thoughts run about
In my own way
I give her love, tenderly and internally
It’s all I have and the best I can be
A true dear friend
There to help her make it in the end Hold Me until i fear no more
Hold Me just because
Hold Me when i fall
Hold Me until i stop crying
Hold Me unti
PoetryGrandma...
Dear Grandma, have I told you today I love you.
have I told you, you mean the world to me.
Dear Grandma, remember when, everything was
fun exciteing, the world was our play ground.
Dear grandma, Life has changed, some for the good
some for the bad, but never my love for you.
Dear Grandma, you were there through the dark, my
beaken of light, my encourageing word.
Dear Grandma, my heart aches, my tears fall, my mind
races, and you wipe my tears and tell me its going
to be okay.
Dear Grandma, I miss you, where have you gone, where
is my encourageing word for the day....
Dear Grandma, rest, be happy, watch over me from above,
Dear Grandma, for ever in my heart, for ever in my
thoughts, for ever my grandma.
Dear Grandma, where did you go, I need you, my heart
breaks.....
Dear God, watch over my beloved grandmother, care
for her, and help her know, we all love her so...
by
Kathryn B. Brown
added notes>>>>>
Death is a part of lif
The PoetsloungeThis is a little something I wrote while in college...
LOVE
LOVE is the color of a Purple BMW M6 racing down I-71...
LOVE taste like Hawaiian Sundae ice cream on a Cool spring day...
LOVE sounds like my Children playing freeze tag together without fighting...
LOVE feels like my Children hugging me just because they want to...
LOVE smells like British Sterling colonge on the one I let get away...
Seduce my mind with intelligence..
Find my soul with love...
And I`m yours forever. DAYS
Copyright 8/10/2003 at 5:10 AM
by JOE FRESH...Who is a very very very best friend of mine...you have stuck with me during my worst of times...Hey when you get a chance...view his spot...*joefresh*
one day i woke up.
one day i woke up to realize you were gone.
one day you werent there anymore.
all day i blamed myself.
everyday i thought `what did i do?.
then my days turned into nights.
when i dreamed.
then nights into days.
then i had daydreams.
th
Poetry... By MeThey hit us hard,
We hit are knees harder.
They took the two from us,
We took two from them.
They made us cry,
We made them cry harder.
They will take and take,
but they will never take my freedom
away from me.
Copyrighted from www.poetry.com
Fire by gas.
Sex by marriage.
Blood by pain.
Sleep by work.
Hate by hater.
Love by hearts.
Hidden feelings by open dreams.
Fights by liars.
Copyrighted from www.poetry.com On the eve of love my love gave to me a world of no hate
On the eve of love my love gave to me a powerful ring
On the eve of love my love gave to me a heart of no limits
On the eve of love my love gave to me a
family of good deeds
On the eve of love my love gave to me a
golden reminder
On the eve of love my love gave to me a
a field of open dreams
On the eve of love my love gave to me a
candle-lite dinner
On the eve of love my love gave to me a
dozens red rose from the heart
On the eve of love my love gave to me a
a promise
PoetryA Journey
A journey of the mind, the body, of the soul,
A means of discovery, to find yourself,
For a road shall be present but with several paths,
Choose your path without fear of mistake.
A journey of the mind is to be thoughtful,
A means to enlighten your self,
To be knowledgeable and careful,
Yet to be free to walk by your own strength.
A journey of the body is to be strong,
A means of building yourself in strength,
To be broken down and rebuilt from within,
A way to become the force behind your thought.
A journey of the soul is to find peace,
A means to become one with yourself,
For you to become the bearer of your person,
To carry your emotions for all of yourself.
It is a journey of your equal,
A search to find your companion,
A desire to be complete, to have your heart filled,
This journey is to become all that you wish for.
This journey is like the stars,
For solitude may wear on the patient as well,
Like the shooting star you make your final journey,
The Poetslounge2"NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER THAT YOU HAVE..TO DO WHAT YOU WANT".. Life is what you make it..Love is what you feel..Peace is what you have..Happiness is a combination of all of these..for one cannot survive without the others..
"NEVER LET SOMEONES OPINION OF YOU DETERMINE YOUR DESTINY"
If you stand for nothing..you`ll take anything
Stand up for what you believe in...no matter how Unconventional it may be.
PoetryHow Dare You ...
How dare you look at me the way you do, with wide, gleaming eyes filled with wantoness and shadowed dark with subtle beckoning.
How dare you move the way you do, all smooth muscle and taut sinew.
How dare you lure my senses, smelling of sweet earth, rain and cloves.
How dare you make me hunger, with bitten, bruised lips, placing the taste of your need into my mouth.
How dare you bind and gird yourself with metal and leather, making soft unyeilding flesh swell and strain within it's confines.
How dare you offer yourself to me, like a jewel laid upon a velvet cloth, the radiant essence of your loins, spilling forth like treasure from it's coffers.
How dare you think that I control you, take you, possess you. When it is you who overpowers me, wielding your body like a weapon, weakening me and in your final stroke bringing me to my knees. These words from me to you,
They come before your eyes,
Seen and read by you,
Allowing you to see me,
As I am
Poetry ¢¾the scars that no one sees
the scars she always leaves
the way she cries her self to sleep
the feelings far too deep
yet you dont give a fuck
and youve made that pretty clear
none of us were good enough
so daddy wasn't there
and it all gets shoved in my face
i hate you more and more each day
because the more i learn, the more im sick
and ive got nothing left to say
i wish you wouldnt call
and i wish youd just leave me alone
im not good enough for anyone
no, im just a little stone
you can dig with your little shoe
farther into the ground
the less you care
the more i cry
nobody understands
how could they, when i cant even find myself
lost in my minds demands
i have no more control
and nothing left to hold onto
im to the point where i hate waking up
and i have nothing else to do
im selfish, and im wrong
but who could blame the girl
for wishing her dad would be there for her
but hes only fucked up her entire world
while you sit there emptying bottles
do you
PoetryNever give up on what you believe
For no matter what you shall achieve
Sure you may falter and stumble
At times the weight of the world may get to heavy and you may begin to crumble
Pick yourselve up and trudge onward
Never lose sight of what you are striving for
For when one door slams shut another opens
Never give up the fight
That may lead you into the darkness of the darkest abyss
For i'll lend you a rope
Leading towards the light
Never lose faith in what you believe in
Never succumb to the pain and anger you feel within
For you have a voice
You have a choice
Reach out your hand
To someone whom will understand
Never lose sight of your goals or your dreams
No matter how hard it may feel
For your friends will always help you to heal
Just believe
You're sure to achieve
Anything you set your mind to
Stigmatized
All my life i've been stigmatized
For my mental health
Criticized for my lack of wealth
Scru
Poetry"Those Seeds"
Once my grandma told me,
a story about her life.
How she became a woman,
and how she became a wife.
She said it wasn't easy,
and times weren't always good.
She might regret a few things,
but she did the best she could.
She told me that the best thing,
you could give your child,
was to teach them independence,
so they could go the mile.
Now that I'm a mother,
I think about what she said.
And I never will forget,
those seeds planted in my head.
A. Pilley © 2005 All Rights Reserved
"Glistening Waters"
At the edge of the glistening waters,
she sits, and gazes at the simple beauty.
Each small wave sparkling,
as the breeze moves....
each and every glistening rainbow of light.
She thinks then, if she were a glimmering,
starry eyed, soft undulation of water,
would she glisten so bright with brilliance?
The radiance of a thousand stars,
the wonder of a million souls.
Would she, if only for a moment;
shine as luminous as thee?
A. Pille
PoetryAt night when i close my eyes I see you,
your there beside me, my dreams come true,
you smile as you take me in your embrace,
I pray I never wake up from this place
magic with your hands makes my body quiver
On the verge of climax my, my body shivers
I wrap around it and hold on tight
you pull my hair this feels so right
Your manhood fills me with such extacy
As we become one i cry don't let go of me
We soar high where only lovers dare go
I beg faster faster, then plead go slow
Take me completely I want to be part of you
Fill me the way only you can do
I scream you name like candy on my lips
As I come to, I grin treasure my secret trips when i think of the past tears start to flow,
i've tried to set you free but my heart won't let you go,
i've tried to forget all that we shared,
i've even tried to pretend i never cared,
my heart doesn't play the fool,
deep down under all the deception it knows it loves you
If I could promise anything,
I'd promise my heart to you
Poetryi am a girl that will love you for who you are,
i am a girl who will want to fix your fav meal to see you smile,
i am a girl who will want to do the things you want to do and enjoy it,
i am a girl who would hold you just to keep you close,
i am a girl who will tickle you just to hear you laugh,
i am a girl that likes to shop for you when i go shoppin,
i am a girl who doesnt care how much money you have or what car you drive,
i am a girl tha thinks your hott even when your all hot and sweaty,
i am a girl that does not want gifts just the love and respect in return,
i am a girl that would call you in the morning just to say "have a great day"
i am a girl that would bring you your lunch when your too busy to get your won,
i am a girl that doesnt care what other people think of you,
i am a girl that will always trust you until that trust is violated,
i am a girl who wants to be loved the same in return. these are my treasures kept apart,
cradled in velvet in my heart
graven
PoetryI remember back then when i couldn't tell the truth but now i can say i am a true man. it was sad when i told my friends i had a 9 to 5 job, but in reality my job was going to the grocery market packing bags. I finally told my friends what i was doing to help my mother to help around, i told them i pack bags, and from that day to my friends i bacame the man. when my father wasn't around i used to not obey my mother because i refused to listen to her due to my father not being around. my pops left home when i was 9 or 10years old, i cried, lie, and sold my own soul. My brother and sister was trying to be a role model by trying to protect me, but i was in the fast to death lane trying to sell that crack,also cutting school to chill with my dudes acting rude. my parents found out and i was grounded and stripped of my activities i normally do. through all my years,sweat,blood, and tears working from 12yrs and up i still became a true man and never gave up. I love my son as well as my wife
Poetry (dont Steal My Sh*t!)She lays there wide away, watching the shadows dance along the walls. Listening to the wind racing through the leaves. Tired, yet, can’t seem to fall asleep. The moment she lays her head on the pillow, burdens fill her mind, washing away any feeling of sleep. What can she do to fix things? Every attempt is shattered by yet another trail. Why is she being pushed? No, not pushed, it’s now turned into shove. But why? Has she made so many mistakes in her life that she is no longer able to keep a grasp on anything? In turn, her indecisive mind driving her crazy. One burden running through her mind as another races to keep up. Sleep deprivation is slowly but surely taking a toll on her. She is left tossing and turning like waves crashing on a rocky shore. Worrying herself sick and wearying herself down til sleep succumbs her. Moments stolen no one can get back
as if you can rewind to that one second
to redo where you might have lacked
to fix the damages that aren’t easy to f
PoetryGraveyard Suicide
© By Freddie Simmering
I walked through the local cemetery last night
It was so quiet, everyone was at peace
I felt so welcome, so at home
there among the deceased
I begun thinking, why do I continue on
why do I inhale even one more breath
when all I dream of is the eternal slumber
that can only be brought about by death
Grief and pain are the only inhabitants
of a soul which would otherwise be an empty space
Was it time for the end?
This was the choice which I faced
After all, everyday is merely a continuation
of the one which preceded it
There have ben times when I felt slightly hopeful
but there was never any hope when I most needed it
And there is little I wish to recall
the years are wrought with sadness
I've lost my mind, a million times
but I always find it again within madness
As my heart has drifted along
I knew it could not stay afloat
with each day that passed
I felt it sink deeper in misery's boat
So there, amongst t
PoetryFait Accompli | Mar 7 2006 1:36pm
Charcoal silk whispers tenderly,
Skin caressed by it's cool gossamer threads,
Emerald eyes closing in graceful pleasure,
Her heart beats in expected revelry.
Charcoal threads tighten convulsively,
A moment of fear races through her mind,
Nude and vulnerable she lies in wait,
Silence, deafening, breathing unsteady.
She feels his warmth, with its silent plea,
Whispers in the darknenss as shadows fall,
The sweet smell of jasmine dances to her,
A cold breeze, she shivers uncomfortably.
A promise of trust and love given free,
Silver glinting as candlelight flickers,
Titilating the pale ivory flesh,
Leaving striations that become rosy.
Ensiform steel caresses gently,
As memories are lovingly replaced,
Tears well up and are quickly kissed away,
Her fears are now conquered, fait accompli.
The blade reaching deeper leaving a line of deep ruby.
A cry of suprise, her eyes seek his,
Seeing love staring back, accepting fate,
T
PoetryI see you smile, when I speak
I see the love swell in your eyes
When I step silently from the shadows
I feel your heart race
As I take you in my arms
My body stiffens at your touch
You lay your head upon
My chest and let your hair fall
You listen to my heart and
You hear it say...I love you
To which your heart
Answers the same...I love you
You whisper my name...Danny
I whisper yours ...Sascha
You are My childe,
My Lover,
My Wife
My Sascha
Copyright © 2001 LordDarkPrince
This was written in 2001 when Sascha and I were together. She remains a dear friend and still holds a special place in my heart.
Best of luck to you and your new love, Sascha.
My blessings to the both of you for a long and happy life together. Friends are special to have
They are loving and caring
They are beautiful
Both inside and out
Friends keep your secrets
They know how to cheer
You up when your down
Friends listen when
You need to talk
They help you through a problem
They
Poetic Writings Of Summer FryIt's hard to imagine
Life without
This angel by our side
I wonder if she sees our love
Does she know how much we've ried
God, it's so hard
To let go of
This woman we love so much
We know she's still with us
In the spiritual sense
But we long for one more touch
Her hands have dried so many tears
We sure could use them now
We're all trying to be strong
But sometimes we don't know how
This woman meant the entire world
To each person in this place
And I know I'd give my very last breath
For one more look at her smiling face
My grandma was an angel
On loan from above
She gave us pearls of wisdom
And disciplined us with love
Her memories we'll all cherish
They are locked within our hearts
And we'll continue to smile through each day
Though our world just fell apart
My grandma's singing with angels now
And though her body didnt give her the chance
I know when I meet her there on high
I'll get to see Grandma dance.
~Summer R. Fry 11/18/2003
In loving memory o
Poetry & ProseI am the wild wind blowing
let loose upon the plains
over, around mountains
rolling sea
and land alike
My breath exudes
and flows through
Every whiff an puff
finds a course all its own
No need to wish for it
I know I'll find my way
to every open space
and from there which to spy
There is no place you have been
that I cannot follow
chances are, thats one
i have already been
Over sands and waves
blowing all trace away
of souls long passed
but now contained herein
So many days ive wandered
many trips taken as well
stumbled down darkened roads
skirted the gates of hell
after all that ive done
i felt empty inside
devoid of self worth
severely lacking in pride
I Dont want to be
Nothing without you
I just want to be
Something under your shoe
I was becoming nothing
drifting on winds of remorse
for things never done
making all things worse
needing guidance
that you promised me
help me find my way
to what i know i can be
______
PoetrySomewhere lost in time
This heart of mine
Lost in a world
Sorrow, misery
Pain
Lost in a world
Feelings, heart
Broken
Grinding, stomping
Torture to my heart
Pulling, shooting dropping
Pain to my heart
Tears, blinding
Losing you
Pain, lost
Feelings, gone
Torn between two loves
Lost in a maze with no way out
Try as I might there is no right
Try as I may there is no way
This feeling I have is tearing me in two
Please tell me
What should i do
Cant fight it no more
Want this pain to end
I ask my self why you hurt me
but then I realize theres no one to blame
except me
I was the one that broke our vow
I was the one lost your trust
Im sorry now for all that i have done
You have moved on and it hurts me still
Ill get over it in time i suppose
I have moved on too
I love her with all my heart and soul
I never want to lose her love
Together forever we shall be
She is my Angel sent from above
She is the light that guides my w
PoetryThis is for those of you who have read my poem about Sebastian and maybe wondered who he is! (this is the part where you all think I'm crazy!)
Ok - here goes......
Some 6 and a half years ago, I was living in Scotland with my boyfriend. I had sold almost everything I had, left all my friends and family behind and thought that I was moving on to greener pastures. The first few months were great, I got a new job, met some super people and really felt at home. I lived near a town called Turriff, but where I lived was actually very very rural and we had no near neighbours (Mal - you'll know what I mean here!).
Anyway, eventually I made a friend in a girl called Sarah, who was totally funny and bonkers, and although she was a few years younger than me, we got on great. We started to spend more time together; shopping, going to the gym, girly stuff y'know? Anyway, my bf started getting really edgy about it, and without realising it I had already vertually lost contact with my best f
PoetryIf I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you
And share with you it’s beauty
On the days you’re feeling blue.
If I could I’d build a mountain
You could call your very own
A place to find serenity
A place to be alone.
If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the Sea
But all these things I’m finding
Are impossible for me.
I cannot build a mountain
Or catch a rainbow fair
But let me be what I know best
A friend that’s always there
Somewhere deep in the forest of greens,
The fairy spins his webs from dreams
And the wizards cast their solemn spells,
There quietly about the magick dwells
Its beyond the mirrored images or so it would seem,
Though its above and below and in the spaces in-between.
But you'll never really see the old truths here beheld
Or feel the forgotten pain of an old tree felled
You'll never really see if you cant find your way
The path is clear now but wont be someday
So then you'll be left with
PoetryReflections, Just a lie painted
with the resemblence of the
person I long to be. She is
not my mirror image.
Not but a shell, a fragment
of who I really am. Just a
false apparition who appears
when reality is to sour.
When I see her in the shattered
image of myself. I long for
green eyes to see me. for
olive skin to embrace me.
How could I bring her here? How
could she teach me to smile?
Could she ever understand who
she really is, deep in this abyss?
Two sides of the same mirror.
Silvers and blacks, melding into
one image that never made any
sense to those who surround her.
There was once one, who knew her
who bore her spirit, who shared my
indifference. Who created her and I
as a whole Identity. Who understood.
He left with the whispers of the fall.
taking the binds that held her and I as
one. shattering the looking glass and
leaving us to seperate the realities.
I am left to wander the darkenss which
engulfs the rooms which he once filled.
PoetryI don't think you will
ever fully understand
how you've touched my life
and made me who I am.
I don't think you could ever know
just how truly special you are
that even on the darkest nights
you are my brightest star.
I don't think you will ever fully comprehend
how you've made my dreams come true
or how you've opened my heart
to love and the wonders it can do.
You've allowed me to experience
something very hard to find
unconditional love that exists
in my body, soul, and mind.
I don't think you could ever feel
all the love I have to give
and I'm sure you'll never realize
you've been my will to live.
You are an amazing person For you I would climb
The highest mountain peak
Swim the deepest ocean
Your love I do seek.
For you I would cross
The rivers most wide
Walk the hottest desert sand
To have you by my side.
For you are the one
Who makes me whole
You've captured my heart
And touched my soul.
For you are the one
That stepped out of my d
PoetryI breathe.
I am.
I taste blood.
Once I come back, there's no hope to stop me.
Prophecy.
Malignancy.
Kindred, she and I.
The pulse, the bait.
The rampant desire.
Fire back in my eyes.
Unscripted and raw.
I draw from this soil.
From your sickness.
Scream so I know you're still with me.
To each their own.
No preaching here.
Just blood and sand.
Skin under my nails.
A rift, a smile, a scent.
A tie.
It's all coming together.
insufficient, ill-advised,
tarnished, beaten,
fear-filled eyes.
I apologized with my mouth
but nothing else.....
as is my way.
To have loved and lost is better then to have...
Lies.
Poetry By MeBorn from motes of light stuff,
dust from stars in space,
given form and focus,
a place, a name and face,
we erupt into this body,
from energy (or soul),
full of life's intentions,
both new and aeons old.
With all our newest methods,
we still wander seeking grace,
enshrouded from our purpose,
questioning our place.
So we seek the answers inwards,
in our vast subconscious lakes,
For all our search remaining,
mysterious; opaque.
The firelight will change you
across the gulf of night,
It moves within your vision,
It casts a secret light.
By the time that it is morning,
you wont recall a thing
except a dream of dancing figures
twisting in a ring.
Awake from dusk to dawn again,
a sacrifice of rest,
give yourself to the ancient ones,
the darkness knows the best.
Dance and sing, an endless world of mystery.
Dance in a ring, shapeshifting your history.
What shines the light of harvest time;
our sacred moon's embrace,
Her glowing kiss, and silvery
PoetryAlive?
My mind is screaming to my brain
Let loose and join the birds
I've pushed too far I cannot try
But attempt I must indeed
New depths come to my strength
Compassion won't let me pass
The head is numb and legs gone weak
Now breath comes once again
Come hold me in your arms my friend
Slow down my racing heart
Confirm my shaken grip on life
Our loves that cannot touch
I just received a profile comment that implied that chocolate is the way to a womans heart.. I thought about this and wondered.
Yes but which chocolates? the fattening ones? or the diet one? Regular or Diabetic? Fair trade or standard commercial? Dark or milk chocolate? hard or soft centres? do you have a nut allergy? is the box big enough?
I promise you it really isn't that simple on product basis. Then there is the making sure that everything is transparent so that when you think Why has he given me chocolates? What has he done? is he doing? who is he doing etc etc etc it is obvious that no
PoetryI do believe
life contains infinite
possibilities, as inumerable as the array of stars in the midnight sky.
My life,and yourlife,have
special glittering places in this world, reflecting unlimited potential.
author;Lynne Gerard
DESERT TEST---ANOTHER JUST FOR FUN
Dessert Test
No cheating. If all of the desserts listed below were sitting in front of you, which would you choose? Pick your dessert, and then look to see what psychiatrists think about you! After taking this dessert personality test, send this e-mail on to others, but when you do, be sure to put YOUR choice of dessert in the comments section below. Sorry you can only pick one.
Angel Food Cake
Brownies
Lemon Meringue Pie
Vanilla Cake with Chocolate Icing
Strawberry Short Cake
Chocolate Icing on Chocolate Cake
Ice Cream
Carrot Cake
NO. You can't change your mind once you scroll down, so think carefully what your choice will be!
OK - Now that you've made you
PoetryPeople don't know exactly what it is about me
They don't understand what I want to be
Nobody knows the truth or why I do the things I do
But one person does and that person is you
You are the only person I know that is always by my side
You helped me through hard times when I almost cried
When I felt alone with out any hope
You gave me a smile and the strength to cope
You've been there for me more than I can say
You're my guardian angel in your own special way
You can take everything bad and turn it to good
Just because if it was you, you know that I would
If there ever was a shadow covering my light
I could count on you to help me see right
You're the only person who truly knows me
You're the only person who respects what they see
Up somewhere in the distance I see a man so old
all his life's' belongings he lost long ago or sold.
As years passed by, he waited for his future to unfold,
Now bitterness consumes him and his hopes have all grown cold
Family ca
PoetryPoetry
Current mood: amused
Category: Writing and Poetry
Ok so years ago I fancied myself the poet having written 79 horrible little poems that I should never torment anyone with. All that writing with in the span of one summer in 1994. That being said I did write one that I was proud of and seems may be lost forever. I tried logging on to poetry.com today to see if I had ever infact submitted it alas no "symphony of Sorrow". However to my suprise I did find another poem atached to my e-mail adress and log on this one being copywritten this year! Though I do not remember this one I am including it here.
The Pain of Love
With love there is pain
pain that is thicker than bones and flesh
you can't touch it or see it
the only thing you can see is the expressionon my face
as the tears run down my face
as the expressions run through my mind
anger, sorrow, and pain
as I sit there with you in my arms
hoping, wishing, and praying
Sean Williams
Copyright ©
Poetry My PassionI've been out of here for sometime due to fucked shit happening in life, hubby playing I like u I take it back wars and its driving me insane.
Wish I could just get things right so I'm sorry havn't been on and off and hopes to get it back to gether again now.
Sorry for incoveince people. Have great days
I look down on the treasure the peace that I have found
Oh my gosh he likes me tender and enjoys the same firm ground
Tonight I want to please you from your toes up to your eyes
You make my inner nympho fucking grateful for that
So thank you for coming to my house and apart of my life
I even have permission to keep the friendship that I found
PoetryIts now a year that you've been gone.
In my heart your memory goes on.
Not an hour goes by that you're not missed.
Its been too long since my forehead you kissed.
I think about you everyday,
Still waiting for time to take my heartache away.
53 is much too young.
You were only on life's middle rung.
Why you had to leave me is still a mystery,
But your life will always be part of my history.
Honesty, Integrity, Honor and Family...
These are all things you taught me.
Daily I struggle with making the right choice,
I really miss the sound of your voice...
Telling me your ideas, opinions and such,
God, I never imagined I could miss someone so much.
You taught me how to love by loving me unconditionally,
Now that you are gone, I wonder if anyone loves me for me.
You showed me how to trust, over and over again,
Never allowing myself to turn my back on a friend.
I'm struggling, Dad, with my everyday life.
Most days I'm not sure I can handle the
PoetryWithout a name, unspoken, untold
My lips will give no token
My heart is broken
Braced and framed
In my deepest shame
Love lost, to blame
I cradle in my arms
My only hope for sunshine
These sands, this grain
Filtering through my hands
Broken shards
Duck taped and stapled
I see all these faces
Smiling and laughing
But the words that they speak
Are very lacking
Not in skill
Nor in vigor
But happiness
And content
I see those same happy faces
Turn upside down
In unsatisfaction
Their frowns keep falling
When tears hit the ground
Though I want to hold them
And tell them its all right
I know its better not to
Because they are lost in the night
All they need is a little love
But they look in the wrong places
Sex
Drugs
And Alcohol
Are their only embraces
You're the epitome, my darling
My days grow dull
My life grows somber
My eyes grow tired
Seeing your reflection in each tear
Makes me long for you
My love for you-though there is no poetic justi
PoetryPassionate And Unforgettable Dreams
As I sit there,
thinking,
someone comes towards me
and grabs my hand.
Frightened,
I jerk back;
But he assures me
that he is here to help me
and love me.
He begins to caress my neck,
my shoulders, my back;
And I give in
to his orgasmic touch -
And I trust him,
though I have only just met him.
And I touch him,
his soft, silky skin,
caressing him.
Still sitting there,
he wraps his arms around me
and holds me
for hours on end -
And he tells me he cares,
something never before heard
by this lonely heart.
Now, as we lay there
on the beach, underneath the stars,
his soft, sensuous lips
touch mine.
And I give myself to him,
as we make love beneath the stars.
And our hearts, minds, bodies, and souls
entwine.
He knows my every need,
fantasy,
desire -
And he fulfills
and satisfies
each one of these
as I have only dreamed.
Now as we lie there,
the sun begins to rise.
It is not just a new day,
but a new beginning
as
PoetryCaught between the strings of life
Cutting deep like a jagged knife
Listening to the sounds of a beautiful melody
Thinking as if it were only yesterday
Knowing it must have only been lies
You hear the thoughts as the child cries
Weeping deep and sighing low
Is it a friend or just another foe?
Thinking of the others as if on judgment day
If only I knew of the strongest way
Carry me through the strings of time
Playing as if it were only mine
Written by: JJ 073002 SOULS
Swishing with blood, dripping from an open sore
The days doom at the edge of a sword
Souls escape in the mist of the night
Only to see, the darkest of skies
With the cutting edge of a jagged knife
Ready to take my one and only life
Souls are searching in every corner
By night mist and over the shoulder
The blood draining from a broken heart
The soul is seeking out every tart
To bind them to the souls of hate
Why must it always en
Poetry Of PeaceThoughts of you do fill my mind
Wonder of the impossible find
One with beauty of the body and soul
A beauty of the mind making you whole
Complete and wondrous to behold
One who lives free her soul unsold
Speaking her thoughts without fear
Making me wish we were so near
Longing to touch and know she is real
To look into her eyes showing how I feel
To see if dreams do walk the land
Walking together both hand in hand
At the days end to know all is right
For hers is the one great inner light
That guides me on through the shadows of thought
I wonder if you’re the one great love My souls sought
By R. Thomas Dinsmore
PoetryA Bright Smile
Look at my smile mommy
Why is it so different?
Am i still pretty,
With my smile so different?
Now i am grown mommy
My smile is still different
But this time mommy
A friend is looking past
How different my smile is
He says he loves me mommy
And i think he loves me
Just for my smile
Mommy we are getting married
Today is the big day
Are you proud of me mommy?
I love his smile to mommy
Look mommy at my smile
It is still the same
But i am smiling brighter
Because someone looked at my smile
Kelly Lyn Harrison
Wrote In 2001
Proud Of You
Smiling bright with those little teeth,
you are my smiles and my scares
when you leave me i can cry
because i know your life was good
and your hard work was well done.
Remember when you leave me
kiss me bye and always know
I am your mommy, very proud of you
Kelly Lyn Harrison
Wrote 1999 For My Son Joshua Someone
Am i a mistake?
I feel unwanted,
unloved, mostly
I feel as if
I am already dead
Am
PoetryAll alone.
Sitting in the corner.
seeing the two walls join.
It hurts to know they can.
In a room...
None of that silly doom and gloom.
The need to rhyme
well past its prime.
Thoughts are floating.
Twisting and turning.
Melting to nothing
but hopelessness...
What do I do?
Alone in a world full of people.
Screaming at the dark
and not even heard.
Banging my head
the wall gives a damn.
Then again it seems
it's the only one... When Breathing isn't enough.
When they day seems to long yet flies by.
When smiles all seem fake.
When you know "hello" means "goodbye".
What do I Do?
When the mind races in a stand still.
When IDea's Explode and blank pages remain.
When Nothing seems worth it.
When living seems pointless....
What do I do? Sitting in light.
Looking into the dark circle.
Smelling the steel.
The cold death.
Why to seek this?
Why not continue?
Why continue?
Holding the flash.
For a weak mind.
For a weak soul.
For no lo
Poetry BlogDEFINATELY check out Humble Voice. It's sort of like myspace, except its for normal people OR artists, writers, Bands/Musicians, photographers etc. Whatever your artistic venue may be, there's others who share it, and want you to share your Humble Voice!
Anywho, leave Crystena as your humble referrer and message me to let me know you signed up, and your username, so that I may add you. =P
It's definately neat! Plus, I almost forgot! You get points for uploading images, writings... whatever floats your boat! And from those points, you can purchase TANGIBLE merchandise from the store! It's spiffy. So check it out.
Hey guys! I opened a forum today called Crystal Kiss! It is located at http://crystal-kiss.toxic-pink. Now. Before you go and join, keep in mind it has more of a girlishness to it and if guys want to join, please sign up and private message me anything you want to see added and I will add it to the forum. Also, the template is girly, when you sign up and create your
PoetryDark Night
My movements make no sound,
My footsteps quick and light.
I glide on down the darkened street,
Accompanied by the night.
Passing mortal strangers,
Who look the other way.
I'm intoxicated by their scent,
These creatures are my prey.
I stop beneath a street lamp,
Where they can see my face.
Seeing my unnatural skin,
They soon quicken their pace.
Their cowardess amuses me,
Those eyes so full of fear.
I throw my head back and laugh,
For all of them to hear.
Stepping form the light,
I'm hidden by the dark.
Continuing along my path,
I reach a lonely park.
Sitting on a wooden bench,
A girl cries silently.
Her face is streaked with salty tears,
She fails to notice me.
Her body shakes with sobs,
But still I hear her beating heart,
Within her chest it throbs.
Slowly I approach her,
Until I'm by her side.
Admiring her tender cheeks,
I see her tears have d
PoetrySometimes I feel so lonely inside
It gives me a reason to run and hide
To hide away where my heart can't be hurt
To bury my feelings under a mound of dirt
You have helped open my eyes to see
That maybe there is someone out there for me
Laying with you under the stars in the night
Laying with you until the morning light
I have no other desire in the world
Only one
To wake beside you with the rising of the sun
PoetryRags to riches, riches to rags, money means nothing
All we need is the love we have for each other
Chances are we will anger many people
Help me to love again, I am so lost
Empty is my heart
Love is not easy
Life is too short for anger
Only with you do I feel whole
The visions of us together occupy my dreams
Every night I remember more about why I love you
So much pain and hatred have followed us
Bringing us down, pushing us apart
Remind yourself why we love each other
If you can’t remember, I will remind you
After all that we have been through
Nothing could change my heart again
My self esteem easily shattered
love myself? I have tried
I thought I did but it only takes
A little thing to destroy my confidence
And it takes much more to build it up again
Leave everything behind because it
does not compare
Over welmed by the feelings that I
wish we shared
Violent emotions when I think
of what I have lost
Ecstasy, my only wish is to be
With
PoetryOkay this is just cause I'm fucking pissed off
Rather Die
Take me away from all of this.
Can I find a far-off place?
In the darkness away from wandering souls
I don't want be tormented with hate.
I want to hear the cries of physical pain.
Tell me of a life better without fear.
Don't let me fall in a horrid pattern.
Can we bear to see our lives scorned?
What we have become when consumed with hate?
I want you to hear my emotional pain!
Crying in me is the darkness I now breathe.
Can it hear our thoughts? Can it smell our fears?
Is it just our selves that will darken and seize?
I don't understand the state I'm in you see?
I can see you digging my grave.
Or could it be digging yours?
© Velvet Moon In the spirit of the holiday I suppose.
Vampire
You unleash the obscurity with in me.
With those piercing eyes of nauseating lust;
Your lips so moist and red with tran
Poetry In MotionWell, this was send to me from an ex. I not one for lets say, flattery but this one gives me to much credit. Lmao, just jokes... I thought I would share it considering some thought was put into it and I enjoyed it.
I took the time to wait for you,
I took the time to spare.
I took the time to understand you,
But still you showed no care
I told you once I loved you,
And from then many more.
I told you once I'd wait for you,
Even still you chose to be a whore.
I guess now I have nothin' to say,
No more choices on my behalf.
I guess I'm back as I once was,
Just a friend to make you laugh.
But still I know you won't change,
And you'll never see me as a friend.
So just go with the flow, let time pass,
Because it's no use to pretend.
But you know I'll always remember,
All the times we had shared.
All the drinkin' times and the cries we had,
All the times our minds had bared.
You'll be a part of me lifelong,
You'll be in my heart forever.
But now
PoetryI saw you on a hilltop
the setting sun painting beams of light
across the sky
and along your every curve
A cool breeze rising from the ocean below
teased and tousled your hair
spirits danced through each silky strand
You looked so wild, so beautiful
a young mustang on the open meadow
untamed, unencumbered
your beauty radiating
with passion
in the sensual moment
you were one with the waning sun and the wind
they brought you pleasure
and exhilarated your senses
I could see the joy
overflow from your being
You ran your fingers through your hair
slowly slid your hands along your body
to delight in the energy flowing through you
The sight of you aroused me beyond belief
I could smell the passion in your soul
I had to be closer
but a shifting wind betrayed my presence
In surprise you bolted away
I couldn't let you slip away
I wanted you
so I gave chase
I knew not if your flight
was of fright or play
but as I got closer
the flames of desire grew inside
But yo
PoetryIt Comes
In the night it comes
when the light fades
and the sands of sleep weight eyelids
beckoning sleep
Malevolent...
Foreboding...
I can feel its presence
on the edge of sanity
In my mind it comes
as conscious slips away
pulling me into its grasp
binding me
Gripping...
Choking...
Paralyzed and washed with fear
I struggle to move but a little
For my soul it comes
when terror lays claim
waiting in shadow
insidiously
Frightening...
Terrifying...
Evil beyond all imagining
clutched within its grasp
For my life it has come
when I will no longer resist
and give myself over
surrendering hope
Desperately...
Silently...
Reality is evident around me
nightmarishly surreal and warped
Near the light you are there
Just beyond my futile grasp
unaware of my helpless plight
out of reach
Grasping...
Twitching...
Mustering only a forlorn moan
My voice as frozen as my limbs
I can see you there now
even through closed eyelids
In the world t
Poetry....Instinct.....
On one side of the river,
I can see my other self
It is the same me but...
It is not who I am suppose to be
Everyone is happy
Everyone is glad
But when I look at her,
She is very sad.
On the other side of the river,
I am who I am suppose to be
I am happy and glad
Just to be me...
But if I had one chance
to do it again
To take back the pain
And the guilt I once had,
I don't think I would give up
what I already have.
Because no matter what you do
no matter where you go,
you have to watch out for you.
On the other side of the river,
All is in the past.
You have to decide how the time will last!
TRUE LOVE
Everyday is a special day for me.
My hopes and dreams may come and go.
My truest love may have been.
But in this life I will not miss
the greatest thing of all....
watching my children grow strong and tall.
They are the light that shines on my path.
They are the butter on my bread.
Without them I will not be who I am.
But I am not pe
PoetryHeaven
Pleading screams soundlessly unheard,
The desperate sanity of a daughter born of man,
But a Goddess twice removed.
Eyes opened to the unseen,
Hard put to rally the opening of my soul.
The question "why"
God was mine.
Me, and the cold moon,
Me, and the unsettled waters.
The Answer viewed through old innocent eyes.
Laid to the bitter winds,
Few eyes really see,
God's secret Palace.
In the stolen moments be the ocean,
It is here where God resides My dreams
Are wrapped in silver strands of hair,
Lost in brown-sugar brown.
Wordless eyes watch,
As a poet drones half-hearted words.
While green blankets of clothes,
Pillow my restless day dreams,
Of soft masculine hands,
Against the red- goose flesh of my
Uncertainty.
Tender hungry kisses,
Laced with age.
Made rough with salt and pepper seasoned facial hair;
The Sweetest Sandpaper.
T
PoetryI wondered ...
how the spinning particles
know their dance;
how the singer sings
of the unsung;
how the the writer names
the unnamed;
how the painter reveals
the unseen;
how the sculptor
moves his hands.
Then I leaned ...
into my pain,
and felt myself,
weightless, spinning.
Poetic Darkness's Bloggy Thingythat I wrote awhile ago....
On those cold lonely nights
I hunger for your touch.
I know that one day you'll be there,
But tonight I'm alone,
With just my imagination,
Memories of you,
And the recorded sound of your voice,
Playing over and over in my mind.
For tonight that will have to do.
But what will happen
When that turns into
Not enough?
When I long for your touch
So much it hurts?
I think to myself,
Just a little longer.
Then your touch will be mine.
Just a few more months.
That's all.
But when you long for something or someone,
This much,
A few months seems like eternity.
But I have to keep telling myself,
I can do it.
I have to.
If not for me,
Then for you.
So I can wait a few more months.
I've already waited this many years,
To be with someone like you.
What's a few more months?
PoetryBaby you are: My sunny sky,
My favorite high,
My bed so warm,
My my port in a storm,
My sweetest gift,
My emotional lift,
My best friend,
Until the end.
Baby you are: My inspiration,
My destination,
My shining light,
My day and night,
My heart healer,
My anger chiller,
My pain reliever,
My spring fever,
My gem so rare,
My answered prayer,
My heart and soul,
My life made whole,
My merry-go-round,
My "up" when I'm down,
My best chance,
My last dance,
My best shot,
My only shot,
My energizer,
My morning sun,
My evening fun,
My dancing partner,
PoetryOut with the old....In with the new.
Out with the ones that chose to be untrue.
In to the ones that wish to not part...
And the one that won the key to unlock my heart.
© Tanya Lanea Carson 2006 I am waiting in the darkness..
No light shining through.
No one here to comfort me..
I am waiting here for you.
I don't know where I am..
I am dazed and confused.
I don't know who will help me now..
Somehow I feel used.
I feel no sadness nor happiness..
I feel nothing at all.
I wonder if a slight and gentle breeze should blow my way..
If it would make me lose balance and fall.
Will the one I am looking for save me...
Before it is to late?
Or will that person forget me and leave me in this darkness to stay,
If that is so, I already know, that it must have been my fate.
© Tanya Lanea Carson 2006 Why am I always confuzed,
Why am I never satisfied..even when when things go my way?
I fight for things that mean a lot to me...
But when I finally get what I want....ther
A Poets Mind Iz Neva Emptystud love
(At night)
Lying on my bed
My thoughts quickly turn to you
Your touch
Your kiss
Your taste
Your smell
All for me to explore
An image of you appears in my mind
Walking towards my bed
You are the epitome of beauty
In your sexy red lingerie
Your splendor all for me…
Your lips
Your eyes
Your Breasts
Your curves
So inviting to the stud you adore
You crawl on top of me
Kissing me from head to toe
Doing it just the way I like
Putting a curl in my toe
I pick you
Lay you down on your back
Kiss slowly down your body
Your ears
Your Mouth
Your neck
Your navel
And stop where you like most
Playfully, I open your legs
And kiss that beautify smile
Into you I slowly creep
Engulfed by your rich aroma
Tantalized by your pure sweet taste
Leaning in closer
I lick around your aroused clit
Tease you with every stroke
One strong
The next weak
One long
The next short
I plunge my finger in
Until I hear you moa
PoetryTwisting turning,
Mind is burning,
Unanswered confusion,
Is this my delusion,
Split into madness,
Falling through sadness,
Why when thing were great,
Would you throw me to this fate?
Lies, through living decite,
Has warped my view complete,
Blackened truth in its whole,
Sardistict destruction of my soul,
Sucked in blindly from that first kiss,
Your venomous teeth, my heart did miss,
Your bite took me out with a single blast,
One more strike that good guys finish last,
One good thing that I know and can clearly see,
Is that love is not a requirment to have serenity.
PoetryFor my first love... who meant the world to me. Only ever wanted it to be the last, but things happen for a reason don't they?...and for us it did. No longer have my first love, lost it. So here this poem especially for you.
Those moments we were together,
Now suddenly far apart.
Further than I would have thought.
Thought we could do it together.
See each other through thick and thin.
Didn’t know it would end so soon.
The feeling of not being with you,
Tears me up inside.
The way I hurt you in whatever way I did,
Rips my heart out inside.
To have to know I won’t see you again,
Leaves me hanging, heart-broken inside.
Wishing I could turn back the time,
To enjoy those moments we had.
Being with you, lying there with you
Sharing everything with you.
Knowing I was loved only by you.
Will be truly, deeply missed.
What the future holds I do not know,
Whatever will be, will be…
But what I do know,
I had the chance to share my love with someone.
Someone who I
Poetry And Random StuffYa, okay. This is a poem I made up while on about four hits of white apple ecstasy. I don't do that shit anymore. A year and some clean off it, thank god. lmao. But anyway, here's the poem.
Who has a sense of time?
"Not I," said the cacti.
They run around the house,
Trying to kill the mouse,
But then they all die,
Because the cheese is so sly...
"MARY J SPEAKS UP"
When people look at me
They don't see what I want them to see
All they see is poor old broken me, so fucking sad
Yeah well, my life ain't that bad
Sure I'm sick and twisted
I'm sorry, but you can't fix it
This life that I lead
It's me I have to beat
Not self inflicted, no way
Yet not done by another, I say
Believe me? I think not
Hear me? My brain is in a fucking knot
I try to think about this shit
But the solutions I can never hit
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Why is it the bad that you assholes only see?
Stop this shit, I don't need it anymore
Shut the fuck up! I'm not a fucking wh
PoetryThere was this girl
That loved this man
She’d give her blood
To hold his hand
Till he left her cold
And moved away
She died inside
And withered
She decayed
The love she felt
She shoved inside
So deep
To never see the light
And then this girl
As she cried at night
Found a boy to make it right
She held him close
She held him tight
She’s loved many boys
But was in love with one man
He found her one day
As she was sitting on the bed
The phone rang
And she bowed her head
The feelings she buried
Came back to life
And those old dreams
Of becoming his wife
Resurfaced
The love she felt never went away
But this girl had a boy,
Instead of this man
And this girl couldn’t choose
Who should hold her hand?
A soul is transformed when you let someone in
The love you feel will never end
She hates to hurt them
The boy and the man
And to hurt either
Will be her end
sometimes I wish I was more like you
brilliant mind with out
Poetry All MineLOVE
Crystal water colors in my heart, shine and twinkle and break apart.
The moon over virgo does rise, but changes constant like the tides.
Fragile and beating, warm but still bleeding. Hold me up but tie me down.
I've given a gift, make the kill clean and swift.
Then burn and scatter the ashes. This is more a rant then a poem. I keep hearing from women about the father of my child. Saying hes tried to play then using this site. What am I supposed to do about it hes supposed to be in jail for the things he was accused of so I havnt seen him in person scine november. Im trying to be single mom for a 3 yr old that dont understand why she had a daddy but doesnt any more. I dont want her to grow up thinking she was bad thats why hes not here. His own screw ups and behavior are whats parted us. For those women on here who have talked to him in messages and or phone calls please I hate to say it but dont beleive most any thing he has to say. I lived with him for almost 4 year
PoetryA soulmate found and lost,
past awakened then cast aside,
abandoned without a word,
a soul ripped to pieces,
theunworthy thrown away yet again,
Darkness consumes him slowly now,
why shuld he fight agaisnt the inevitable,
what has he ever done to deserve such pain,
Why cant he find happieness and be loved,
Why do people use him so much,
Crying out to the heavens he begs for mercy,
his pleas falling on deaf uncaring ears,
what must he do to be worthy of love,
why cant people see inside of him,
accept the love he offers so freely,
why do they reach in and rip his heart out,
does she know how deeply he hurts,
can she see how his soul has been torn,
even now he loves her with all he is,
begging for even a single word from her,
What did he do to deserve loosing all he loves? A life defined by loss and pain,
a heart has died slowly over time,
a soul tormented then destroyed,
a man who never let anyone close,
made the mistake of letting it happen,
what pennance is this
Poetic To The End...Cow constitution
tuxedoed dog
blackmans bowtie
dutchmans clog
bald headed blondie
aggrivated violins
hazing of the newbie
chewing on onions
Shrimp fried mushrooms
wedding cakes on the fall
having sex in my room
hauling off a paul mall
looking in the mirror
at the eyes inside my head
thinking is this normal
living in a shed?
Your a sick sick bastard
I hate you with a passion
Mixed and cut, twisted and burnt
I look sane on the outside, but inside I'm hurt
Mixed up emotions floating through my mind
Hoping to one day, any day find
A place where I'm happy, contented and safe
A place where noone stares no need to strafe
I've seen this place, I've been there before
I've lost it al now, Be your bitch no more.
Looking all about me seeing none but pain
holding all my feelings, battling the reigns
Of terror, hate, and rage uncontrolled
My inner thoughts my feelings, all covered in mold
It hurts to think that she may die
The thought is selve brings tears to
PoetryTrue friends are there for you when no one else gives a damn.
True Friends there to put the pieces of your broken heart back together.
True Friends will hold you when you cry and say nothing at all.
True Friends will give you advice when you ask for ir and ONLY WHEN YOU ASK FOR IT!!
A true friend WILL NEVER EVER TURN THEIR BACK ON YOU NO MATTER HOW LONG YOU ARE STUCKL ON STUPID!!
A true friend will never ever go off on a perspective boyfriend/girlfriend with out you asking them to.
A true friend will always have your best intrests at heart.
A true friend will never ever choose sides between you and another one of there friends. True happiness was never meant to be mine.
Misery has been my constant campainion.
My destiny is to be alone and I accept that.
My darkest hours are spent alone.
I am no good to anyone when i am alone.
My heart yearns for love that isnt meant to be mine.
Lonliness was killing me slowly.
Then I found you.
You brought me to you an
Poetry 87Check out my work at www.allpoetry.com/poets/Stephanie_Pasko!
PoetryFondled feet step onto the floor
Each shoes dirty but loved is placed next to her
She raps each blister and scar
Her shoe forms perfectly to her tired foot making it new
The ribbons fall into place and that foot is ready
As a pattern the other shoe flies on gracefuly
Standing she stretches her long muscular legs
She pulls her long brown locks up into a tight bun
Finally ready she looks up at her pale reclection all around her
Tights and leotard formed to her bones
She closes her eyes and the musics play in her mind
Step
Turn
Balance
Each move flows into place
Each step is not heard
Sweat drips off her brow and to the floor
Dancing this dance is easier than breathing
She lands her last move and places herself in the middle of the floor
Opening her eyes again she sees herself in the mirrors
She smiles as she sees who she is
A dancer Trust starts you
You must have an open mind
And have trust in oneself first
Without this nothing can be built
For trus
PoetryLife they say has many turns
roads to take us to lessons we must learn
Lessons who make us who we are meant to be
the person who stands before you that you cannot see
What does it really mean to be seen
to be understood deeply, soulfully and pristeen
To be understood is my main goal
to be loved deeply from within someones soul
My soul is exposed, wounded and bruised
You had repaired it once but now it feels abused
Abused not intentionally and I hold no regret
I only wish i had the strength within to forget
To forget what you had shown me and the experience we had
for now knowing love again has once again left me sad
Sad for i feel it will never come my way again
and knowing what i have to offer is burried deeper within pieces of my heart lay scattered
never to be whole
The world I had come to know
was a lie and tore my soul
then out of the blue
again you entered my life by suprise
was it coinsidence
or was it because the greater power is wise
eyes they say ar
PoetrySitting at your gravesite, none of it seeming real.
People saying "I'm sorry for your loss" or "I know just how you feel".
I remember you; Laughing, Loving, Dancing, Smiling
I picture you; Elegant, Beautiful, Glowing, Curious
We met while still in high school, you were the quiet girl in her shell.
I passed you during lunchtime, It was at that moment that I fell.
We dated; Movies, Dinners, Walks, Talking
We loved; Passionately, Yearning, Faithful, Abandonless
We married when I was 21, and you yourself just 20.
We bought a small two room house, you assured me it was plenty.
We decorated; Tasteful, Expensive, Stylish, Modern
We celebrated; Birthdays, Christmas, New Years, Valentines
It happened one cold winters night, I insisted that we go.
The roads were wet and icy, it had just begun to snow.
Sounds; Screaming, Screeching, Sirens, Cries
Words; "Is anyone hurt", "Are you O.K.", "You need to let her go", "Sir, she's gone"
I've loved noone but you my sweet, I love y
PoetryI feel myself slipping deeper and deeper, To the point where nothing matters. I close my eyes and all I see Is the darkness that engulfs me. As black as night, Empty, nothing in sight. What brings on this state of mind? For that, I have no courage to find. I hear the voice whisper,"Get it over with. Just do it!" But, for my wrist I cannot slit, Cause I have no courage deep inside, To make that nagging voice subside. I pop some pills to feel better, But still it doesn't matter. I close my eyes and see his face, Taking over what once was empty space. No longer as black as night, His face is clearly in my sight. All I can do is cry, Frequently, I ask the question "why?" I hear the voice reply, "Get it over with. Just do it!" But, for the brick wall I cannot hit, Cause I have no courage deep inside, To make the replying voice subside. I go to a shrink, For him to tell me how I think. Why I see all these brutal images, Why I go through all these different stages. But my heart is s
PoetryWhat Else are you to do?
Your heart Breaks
The tears Fall
What else are you to do??
He sits there and laughs
Knowing he has hurt you
What else are you to do??
Living on with every moment
And yet still feeling lost
What else are you to do??
Learning how to cope
But still wanting that love
What else are you to do??
You can't take it
You kill the man you love
What else are you to do??
You kill yourself
To be with him
What else are you to do??
For the first time you kiss him
But he pushes you away
What else are you to do??
Dieing for him
And yet him still not wanting you
What else are you to do??
Crying yourself to sleep while dead
Wishing you could have you life back
What else are you to do??
Waking up from a bad dream
Kissing the ground
Smiling; knowing that you are happy
That's what you are to do!!!!
PoeticEveryone has been super nice here and I appreciate all the welcomes! Its been great and I have enjoyed visiting with all of you. Feel free to rate me as you would like to be rated. I have also updated some pics and if you have any requests, I will consider all of them and get back with each and every one of you. Have a Happy Halloween gang!
Sincerely,
Chris Mullins
PoetryUpon the solitary gallows
I'll make my stand
This last act of defiance
with a noose in my hand
There'll be no tears
Gone is the passion, honesty and hope
I'll chase away the lies
with the snap of a rope
Call it what you will
Call it a fool's blunder
I only know one thing
in this moment, I shall....
Surrender
She thinks I don't know
But I saw her with my eyes
On this day, I came home early
and betrayal was my surprise
I let the flowers fall
from my hand they hit the floor
He pounds her again and again
and she keeps screaming for more
I can still hear them
The lust burning in my ears
I've never tasted her fire
never in 15 years
Her explosion is coming
as he drives her passionate thunder
her body soaked in desire
the only choice is.....
Surrender
I guess they'll find me later
I'm sure they'll cut me down
pour me in a 6 foot hole
and go back for another round
You could say I had options
for there are a thousands parts
PoetryEscape me?
Never—
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth,
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear:
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed.
But what if I fail of my purpose here?
It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
And baffled, get up to begin again,—
So the chase takes up one's life, that's all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound,
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope drops to ground
Than a new one, straight to the selfsame mark,
I shape me—
Ever
Removed! I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all see
PoetryMy Feelings For You
I'm sitting here feeling kinda blue
Wishing that I was there with you
I know I can't be with you all the time
but I'd really love it if I could.
You're everything I want
everything I need, you complete me.
Without you there'd be no reason to go on alone,
because you fill my heart with happinesss and joy
You make me feel loved
Without you I'd be miserable,
Not caring about anything,
Without you I'd lose my way, and be forever lost
for you guide me through the good times
as well as the bad.
You're my knight in shining armor
my prince on a white horse coming to rescue me
You're always there for me no matter what
even when I am difficult to deal with
You're a friend as well as a lover
You always know when I am feeling down
And when to hold me close or when to let me be
You truly know me, the real me
and all my moods, whether they be good or bad
You're truly my soulmate
And I want to be with you forever and always
I love you @}~~~
PoetryGOOD MORNING?
impish voices whisper softly
"time to get up"
five minutes prior
to set alarm..."fuck!"
shuffling through nightlight glow
to static shock doorknob
slumping serial killer
wearing my boxers
stalks me in my
bathroom mirror
descending, disappearing
as I sit.
wrinkled manhood
taking umbrage
from the cold
white ceramic morn
self esteem
likewise shrivels
striking yet another chink
in my already
fissured and tarnished armor
PoetryThe words I spoke,
The words I wrote
Still ring true to this day,
They loose no power,
nor allow me to forget.
The pen is dry,
My mouth stops speaking
But the look in my eyes still says all
So much we shared,
Show how much I cared.
My heart is still yours,
To have and to hold.
I still would do anything for you,
it's my hearts desire
to see that smile
that lights up my life
warms me when I'm cold.
Even though
your not mine to hold
Poetry-erotic-internetIn The Shadows
In the shadows, emotion provides
Moonlight - illumination for a larger world
(Population: 2)
Side by side
Split - apart
Reuniting
Despite jealous daytime gods
Lips touch mine in the shadows
Touches flow across the stream
Data bubbles caress my nerve endings
Like a million tiny kisses
Vibrating neuron pathways
A fiery display of colored lights
The firmament of my skull
My flesh grows insubstantial and seeks
The Maestro of this interplay
His spacious reach a sanctuary
And release in this corporeal prison
I am putty, a doll, in his arms
My shadow Maestro
Conductor in this symphony
Of passion play
"Every woman" the conduit
For his extraordinary power
Calling forth primal urges
with modern alchemical implements
Joining across the ages
Past and Present
Pain and Love
Side by side
Split - apart
Reuniting
In the shadows
PoetryI am distracted by things,
like white fluffy clouds in a blue sky,
Or by the way a bird sings,
I am amazed by the simplicity of things,
Like chimes fastened by strings,
By the smell of a rose and how it’s beauty stings,
I believe in many things,
Each man as an equal and not one to be a king,
A child smiling on a swing,
And watching the joy and happiness it brings
I am opened minded but very private about things,
like my relationships, fleeting wedding rings
the puppet strings,
or how the balance of love swings
I am conscious of many things
Accepted Reasoning
Released by the birth
of the consummate marriage
i became the manipulator
of the English language
where the smallest atoms become gigantic
where tropical raindrops hold atlantis
where the winds caress grassland glades
letters refined to the likeness
of a samurai blade
beauty defined in the mist of chaos
manifesting myself in this spiritual seance
words are a reason for life taking in a
Poetry...by Me, And Mostly Others...lolAnother original Poem by me... seems I've found a bit of a lyrical streak as of late... This one is done in the style of a Shakespearian Sonnet and was inspired by my last blog post concerning choices... Hope you like...Mike...
"The Way"
Years have past since last I was home;
Wrapped in the warmth of family and friend;
Years have past, spent imaginably alone;
Alone in heart, to interiority I descend.
Feebly proclaiming one souls desire;
A victim of self-pity; predestiny's servant.
Outrageous fortune consumed entire;
Until at last, a soul becomes more observant.
For fortune's eye focused upon a road;
Throughout the journey and choices made.
A souls resolve doest point and goad;
Onward good soul, before the path doest fade.
At awakenings end, mine eyes do see;
Twas the choices I made on the road to me.
© Copyright 2007 Michael John McPhee
'twas Not for...
'twas not for...worms delighting in carrion remain
on a field of toils end, 'neath black cloaking rain
Poetry For All My New Friends.Just a poem I wrote that i thought i would share with all my new friends here on CherryTap.
I hope you all like it.
Is Anybody There?
As I sit here watching,
waiting and thinking.
I wonder, Is anybody there?
As I look towards the stars,
the Southern Cross shinning in all its glory,
the full moon lighting up the hills.
I wonder, Is anybody there?
As I talk to you,
our conversations lasting for hours,
about the important thins in life,
money, football and of course girls.
I wonder, Is anybody there?
As i go to sleed each night,
my prayers going out to the ones I love.
I wonder, Is anybody there?
PoetryI walk into the room to see you lying on the couch in nothing but a ribbon and bow. I smell your sexy cologne from the moment I walked in the room. Without saying a word I dropped to my knees and begin to stare into your eyes. Without breaking the stare I start to untie and remove the ribbon and bow. My eyes are telling you that I want you; your eyes are telling me that the flames inside you are growing stronger and you can’t take it anymore. Without taken your eyes off me you begin to remove my clothes. You seductively tell me to lie on my back as you remove my blue lace thong. My legs are sticking str8 up in the air so that you won’t have any complications in removing them. Just as you get them to my ankles you immediately see my juices as they begin to flow. Your mouth begins to water as mine waters more. You then ask "Can I taste you" I reply as long as I can taste you while you taste me. I then slide down of you face as I take you big juicy dick into my mouth. As I begin to contra
PoetryYou amaze me.
So many ways
Every day.
You amaze me.
The way you show respect
The way you are with the girls
The sound of your voice and
How it makes me smile.
You amaze me.
The way I long to feel your arms
The way my skin longs for your touch
The smile that never seems to end
You amaze me
You keep your word
You are thoughtful and giving
You amaze me
So many ways
Every day
You amaze me
080908 Candi Fox
Dark and deep and ever sinking. Torn and tattered it's ceased its beating. Broken, shattered and torn apart. Blood splattered everywhere, life empty and filled with despair. Hope gone, Light dim. Darkness grows never ceasing, the candle light flickers and begins to fade. Love is just a fable and not for the faint of heart, only jump in if you want to be scattered to the four winds. Its worse than a vampire they just suck your blood , love takes your soul and rips it apart. No its not for the feint of heart. Maybe if you are among the living dead and
Poetry/lyrics And Short Erotic StoriesBeep. Beep. Beep. The sound of the alarm clock setting on the night stand next to the bed wakes him up. Dread fills him as he realizes that its exam day! He pulls the covers up over his head wishing this day had never come. But as the alarm starts to beep at him again he realizes that there’s no getting around it and he is only wasting precious time. Slowly he rises and sits on the edge of the bed wiping sleep from his eyes. Stretching he stands and heads for the shower thinking might as well get ready for his exam.
Showering quickly and dressing even faster for time is wasting and traffic is going to be horrible during the morning rush hour. For the first day in a long time he wished he were going to work instead of the doctor for a full physical. He hated the doctor’s office and even more then that physicals!
Leaving the house with no breakfast because he didn’t have an appetite this morning he heads his car in the direction of the dreaded doctor’s office. As he is d
PoetryBEFORE I WRITE WHATS ON UR MIND I WILL SAY THIS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE IS THE ONLY MAN ON MY FAMILY LIST AND THE ONLY ONE THAT WILL EVER BE THERE
WHEN WE FIRST MET I HAD A HARD TIME TRUSTING GUYS, BUT THAN U CAME ALONG AND SWEPT ME OFF MY FEET TO MY SURPRISE I NEVER KNEW THAT I WOULD ACTUALLY FALL IN LOVE AT A YOUNG AGE, BUT I GREW CLOSE TO U AND PUT UP WITH THE GAMES THAT U PLAYED I TOLD U HOW I FELT AND U AGREED NOT TO HURT ME ANYMORE FOR U SAID U WANTED TO KEEP OUR FAMILY WHOLE, BUT EVERYTIME THAT U MAKE ME A PROMISE U BREAK IT AND EVERYONE ASKS ME HOW CAN U BE IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE THATS NOT IN LOVE WITH U AND I DONT KNOW HOW TO ANSWER THEM I WANT TO SPEND ETERNITY WITH YOU, BUT IM TIRED OF HURTING AND TIRED OF CRYING AND TIRED OF WONDERING WHEN U WILL KEEP THE PROMISES U MAKE IM TORN AND IT HURTS I WANT TO LOVE U AS MUCH AS I DO I WANT TO BE WITH U FOR ETERNITY, BUT IM TIRED OF HURTING AND CRYING WHEN U SAY U LOVE ME IM STUPID ENOUGH THAT I BELIEVE U THAN WHEN I GO TO DO SOMETHING
PoetryWhat if......
If this was my last night on earth, would you really care?
If I slept and did not awake would you mourn my loss?
If I died today, would you care for my kids as if they were your own?
If I got sick, would you care for me?
If you need me, would you ever tell me?
If you really want me, would you tell me so?
If you were mad at me, would you lie and tell me that you're not?
If you promise me something, would you keep your word?
If I cried within the night, would you dry my tears?
If I need protecting, would you fight for me?
If I had a bad dream, would you comfort me?
If you really love me, would you ever leave me?
Feeling all alone and utterly betrayed, not sure what is true and real anymore.
I sink deeper in my darkness with no apparent way to return.
Do I dare completely trust the feelings I fear inside or is it just cruel deception of the enemy that forever hides?
No one tries to understand the pain and hurt I feel inside, when all they think of is s
Poetry(true Friends Please Read And Give Feedback)My name means gift from god,
but i dont know know if thats a good thing,
or a curse.
somtimes i dont know wich is worse,
bad or good.
i influence to many people than i should.
am i truly an angel next to God's shoulder?
or am i just saitan's toy soldier?
ive tried to live my life so many different ways,
but it all just ended up with pain,
and rain on my sunshiny days.
children look up to me like i'm the all knowing,
because they have the power to see through me
and see what my heart is truly showing.
they seen me fall and work my way back up,
they see God walking by me as my life's crutch,
no matter what race,age,boy or girl,
no matter what happens,
they are my world.
The Thought
The thought of you excites me,
like I have never been before,
the thought of you and I,
makes it feel right,
the thought of forever,
seems too short,
the thought of your beauty,
makes me question God why,
Am I so lucky to be with you,
the thought of the past,
I want it to go away
Poet And Didnt Know ItHEY JUST WANTED TO LET EVERYONE KNOW THAT I AM DOING GOOD JUST BEEN WORKING ALOT GOT MY PLACE ALL TOGETHER NOW JUST WAITIN ON THE KITCHEN TABLE AND I AM GETTIN IT TODAY WOOOTWOOOT HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A SAFE AND HAPPY EASTER
LOVE YA ALL
CARO i am goin to say good bye for a lil bit.......i was told tonight by my son that he was not goin to come see me this summer and it broke my heart to no fixing......i know i dont get on here enough anyway but to the ones i do talk to i am sorry but i cant do this chat stuff anymore for a lil bit anyway........i will just have my daughter check my mail and let me kno wwhat is going on......i feel like i am the worst mother that there is on the face of the earth right now and it hurts real bad.....i will miss you all and i love each and everyone of my friends on here.....
love always carolyn amazing
you know it never seems to amaze me how some people are....i mean if you cant be yourself then why fake it.....people can see right through t
PoetryTwisted thoughts of lust and risk
I drive the feelings
In hopes to only taste your kiss
Feeling you around my waist
Your hair draped across me
I grip your hips and crave your taste
The growing hopes that we will touch
We talk of desire
And the grasp of us will be too much
I stroke your hair and kiss your face
I long for you
As each moment I dare not waste
There in the sunset's gaze
I hold you tight
In the eyes of eternal days Your children sleep, you lie aware
My phantom hand runs through your hair
I long to haunt, I wish for pain
Your dreams are where I will remain
My darkened hand does clutch your soul
My shadowed eyes can drink you whole
But I must wait for you to rest
Your fears and terrors manifest
You fear the worst, I make it real
I grip the world where which you feel
I smile at your every shake
'Til once again you've come awake
I watch your eyes at every night
I know you're mine until the light
I dance the dreams and lay your fears
I o
PoetryI am not yet awake
I'm not fully asleep
I feel because I can
Yet I don't want to
Numb from my toes up
Tingling from my head down
I am a walking oxymoron! In a room
With no way out
No window or door
That I have found.
Stuck in here
No candle, no light
Left alone
With only my fright.
I see nothing
Hear only breath
Feel emotions
Hear only death.
Dreaming maybe?
Waking, asleep
Walking, running
Alone I weep.
Finally waking
From my nightmares
Was it real?
Was it?
Yeah I know I write some dark shit, but I'm really not feeling that way. A little down, maybe... Here I am
With no one around me
And nothing to make me
Smile. Ever.
I sit here
In darkness, no candle
To light my life, to light
Up the night.
A crappy pseudo-haiku created just now by yours truly. And no, I don't really feel that way ;)
Poetry By Me LolNever
A sinking feeling fills your heart
Anger and confusion takes over
Pain so intense you cry out in anguish
Tears blur your vision
as the heartache fills your soul
It wasnt suppose to hurt this bad
It wasnt suppose to matter
You knew from the start it wasnt meant to be
Could never happen,Could never matter
So why does it hurt
Why does it matter
You said you were strong that you can deal
You build walls that remove your chance to be hurt
But those walls were lowered in a blink of an eye
And you were left naked to the pain
Rejection feeds ur doubts making you question everything
Regret shows in your eyes as you lash out
Why did you have to fall for him
You should have protected yourself
You should have never lowered those walls
Free
You sit alone among flickering candles
Their glow reflects off your still frame
You tilt your head back as the feelings wash over you
Conviction fills your soul
You know what you must do
You know has to be
PoetryNormal
Most people wake up and do their normal life.
But who is to say what normal is? Is it doing what
youve always done, or is it doing what needs to be done?
I am anything but normal i live my life in turmoil
The everyday "joes" of society bore me,
I wish they could just see.
That what they do is pointless
The life they live is futile
They need to live in my shoes for just a while
And see what its like to be what they call me,
A freak, loser,
When actually im doin what they like to call "normal!"
In the dark i sit alone, no one knows i hide it well where i sit is like a throne and no body to hear the story i tell
In the dark i sit alone why no one knows ill never tell ill take that secret with me to hell so in the dark i sit alone
The pain i feel is like a knife
its cutting me down till nothings left
But in the end it will take my life
in the dark i sit alone
so in the dark i die alone There were time when i was proud,
and when i was with u
PoetryThe leaves blow from the trees as thunder pounds far away,
The lightning in the sky electrifies me, makes me want to play.
I’m really a darker soul than I pretend to be,
Its mostly pain, heartache and fear that is inside of me.
The thunder pounds like drums in my head,
They sky up above, a shade of crimson red.
I stare out the window as my tears hit the ground,
I reach out to hold you, but you’re not around.
The lightning beams down as it tears through my soul,
But still electrifying me, making me whole. know that I gave it to you,
I gave it without reservation,
I gave it to you fully
Without an ounce of hesitation.
I was so proud of the gift I had given you,
And I know you cherished it every day,
It was a gift I promised you’d have forever,
Even long after I faded away.
You see, there is now a problem,
That I hope you can understand,
I need to ask for my gift back,
As I wish to give it to another man.
He deserves it so many ways,
But I d
Poetically SpeakingI only meant to love you
Not to cause you pain
To be the one you’d cling to
Your sunshine after the rain
I know my words have stung you
I feel I’ve scared your heart
I’ve cried myself to sleep
Because we’re still apart
My greatest wish is to be with you
For your love my soul does yearn
We both have make mistakes
We still have things to learn
Forgive me when I’m not myself
Is what I ask of you?
I miss the happiness we shared
T ell me do you miss it too?
We’ve been through a lot together
And weathered every storm
The reasons we have done this
Was we meant each other no harm
To be with you was a blessing
It made me believe in love
To cause you hurt or pain
Is not what I thought of?
I want only to see you happy
To live a life of bliss
I ask you with all I believe in
To please let me do this
Sadness is what I live with
Because of what’s been done
For me there will be no other
My heart say’s you’re the one
Each day I sit a
Poetry?What is Love?
Is it Sex on the beach?
No, that's lust.
Is it spending every penny on the other?
No, that's just showing off.
Is it buying a card for no reason, just to let them know you care?
No, that's how you show it.
Is it putting someone else before yourself without even realizing it?
I'm not sure, but that's usualy what happens.
Love is hard to define, an you don't know what it is unless you're in it.
But nothing is better if you can find it.
All I can say is if you are lucky enough to find it, never let it go. Ok, i haven't written since high school, but the other day i sat down a wrote my vows for a handfasting that may happen in the future. *crosses fingers* and that got the juices flowing again. I miss writing, but i can tell i'm rusty at it. if you like what you read let me know, if you don't like it go to another page. This is my place to be me and vent and love and what ever i feel like doing. so enjoy it, because i do. It'll never work they say
how
Poetry I Likethe lord is all that
i need for nothing
he allows me to chill
and keeps me from being heated
and allows me to breathe easy
he guides my life so that i can represent and
give shout outs in his name
and even thought i walk through the hood of death
i dont back down
for you have my back
the fact that you have me
covered allows me to chill
he provides me with back up
in front of my player- HATERS
and i know that i am a baller and
that life will be phat
i fall back in the Lord's crib
for the rest of my life
(credit: http://boldcontemplations.blogspot.com/)
AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN FIVE SHORT CHAPTERS
by Portia Nelson
I
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost ... I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes me forever to find a way out.
II
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same
Poetry I Wrote, Tell Me Whatcha Think!! ThanksDeep-By Wendy
Deep in this haven that i call life..
i see pain,sadness and strife..
yet the pain consoled..
i see this all getting old..
under these clothes,
under this skin,
deep in the heart is where to begin..
heart felt splender,
is it possible to unbend her?
cold-hearted thoughts..
the sickness it spreads..
crumbled and shattered,
beaten and battered..
so pure and innocent,
yet so free and reluctant,
a deep breath,
free my mind,
one day..
freedom from myself..
PoetryA Trusting Heart
As I sit here and think what an I getting into,
I wonder if this is some thing I should go through.
With all the hurt i had in the past,
could this be the one that realy last.
I haven't begun to open and speak my heart,
but i am slowly piece by piece part by part.
someone to love can be hard to find,
but to find true love can realy make you blind.
My heart it's self is very tender,
but for you in time it will surrender.
My heart has been open only for a few,
but for someone to love me , the time is due.
I know your heart is where it will be.
and i know someday soon you will want to be with me.
Someone to love me and sweep me off my feet,
That is and obstical that will soon be beat
Life in it's self isn't easy at all,
with you the one that I love, I don't want to fall
But befor i go any further, i would like to know,
if your the 1 to be with , or should i just go?
You are kind, caring and understaing from the start,
but befor
PoetryRemember the day way back when,
when nothing else mattered
besides being with you..
The days when we could love
each other unconditionally
because nothing else mattered..
The days when we could
run from each other
because of cooties..
The days when you decided
you wanted nothing to do with me
&& I wanted everything to do with you..
¢¾My PERFECT GUY would have to have,
A good sense of humor, down to earth,
loving, someone who willLISTEN to my problems.
even though they may be stupid,
be there for me during rough
times && good times too,
likes to watch "CHICKFLICKS" with me && cuddle,
family oriented, WOULD DO ANYTHING
FOR HIS FRIENDS, FAMILY && ME.
&& just basically know
how to have a good time && have fun..¢¾
.-A guy who will call me just to hear my voice && tell me he loves me with MEANING.
.-A guy who can't fall asleep without my voice being the last thing he hears.
.-A guy who will have time for me but also have time for himself.
.-A guy who wi
PoetryDo you ever wonder why you focus on the future?
I mean, I know you're clear that it's an escape
from the present
But, just entertain the possibility, if only for a second
that it is more than high hopes, wants and unfulfilled wishes
that makes you dream about hugs and kisses
with someone I know you don't really know
In this sea full of sharks and fishes
I believe you're of the variety that is tame
and, not because your game is lame
but, because you've at least progressed to where you know how to give and when to take
You still live with some of your mistakes but you don't want to go back
You know you don't need that
So, what is it I'm trying to say?
When you're not in the here and now, when you're contemplating next steps
Do you really take a look around to understand who you're with?
It's not your dreams I'm trying to steal, it's just I really wonder if you know they're not real
I'm the first to live in the land of faith
but if that state takes you to a place o
Poetry(This girl broke my heart, so i wont write, her pretty name)
My love was kind, my love was true,
Her heart was broken, while mine was blue.
Her tears were real, my words said thruth,
My love comeback, cause, i, need, you.
Her name was _______, that was her name.
That does not matter. If she's far away.
I pray the day, that she comes back,
So, that, I can love her, until time stops.
My friend is love, my enemy is time.
My love was true, my love was kind.
Her name was _______, that was her name.
But i could only, be her friend.
Until i lost her. On that day,
I hadn't seen, my big mistake.
To love her not, to love her so,
Those were the roads, in wich to look.
I chose to love her, but too late,
And now she's gone, and far away.
She was the "one" that got away.
Her name was _______, that was her name.
I lie here saddened and distraught
And all i do, is-whisper-her-name... You always want. What You can't have.
And-never-thank. About what You have.
You cry and whin
PoetryIn life we have things that cause us pain Love, hate, and feelings of great disdain We hurt from dusk til dawn Thinking we can't hold on Pain in your chest, pain in my heart Pain in their head, tearing us apart It kills me to think of how it will hurt Making us feel we are less than dirt The throb of pain makes one cry Putting us through this, we don't know why Sometimes it just happens that way And there is nothing any of us can say Look over there, can you see what I do? They are going through this pain too We are not as alone as we may believe There are people out there who will deceive If you look around you will know There are others who will not show The pain they hide, just like you and me But open your eyes and you will see You really don't cry alone, there are those Who look around make sure no one else knows We hide our pain from those who might see That we might be as weak and they seem to be We don't want them to know of our plight Of the silent tears that fall every
Poetic Endeavers (all Entries My Original Works)Sometimes I set and watch the glass
The sand doth fall, the time time doth pass
I ponder why it is we are here
To suffer, bleed, laugh and cheer
One day it hit me as I thought
About what is and what is not
It occurred to me as I thought long
Our lives are not unlike a song
Some are born healthy, their lives shine and grow
Yet others we will have little time to know
Each life is a part of the grander plan
The one we constantly strive to understand
This symphony of life we constantly write
By just being here to live our life
Some days our songs are bittersweet
Yet others lift us from our feet
We cannot dwell upon the one
The things we wish that we had done
More time is something we all desire
To have more time and thus inspire
This symphony we are all apart
The poor, the rich, the weak of heart
The evil, the pure, the strong, the ill
Everyone must continue their part to fill
We all would like to be remembered
Either by the world or a famil
Poetry Of The MindI had closed the door upon my heart
And wouldn't let anyone in,
I had trusted and loved only to be hurt
But, that would never happen again
I had locked the door and tossed the key
As hard, and as far as I could,
Love would never enter there again,
My heart was closed for good
Then you came into my life
And made me change my mind,
Just when I thought that tiny key
was impossible to find
That's when you held out your hand
And proved to me I was wrong,
Inside your palm was the key to my heart ...
You had it all along
New Friend Yet To Be
I'll dream of the warmth I'd feel when I'd hold your hand,
How the softness of your lips,
Would bring alive feelings within me,
When my lips would brush yours in a kiss.
Your charm and warmth would encompass me,
I should not want to go,
But, our friendship would have just begun,
And if you'd wish,
I would take it slow.
I'd feel that we were meant to be
Friends in whatever guise,
But public affectio
PoetryA good man once prayed with me
held my hand
spoke the words, sincere
that i may forgive those who've done me wrong
The anger for some fell
And he wiped them gently from my face
dried them from my eyes
Forgive and forget, he said
i can do one
but never the other A summer day
4 years old
a campground
a pool
my father
my mother
my brother
...screaming at me
keep my head above the water
his lips move
his voice drowns
my life fades to black
...as i sink
a ton of bricks
to the bottom
a summer day
4 years old
beside of a pool
my father
my mother
my brother
...standing over me
asking if i'm ok
the sun blinds
the sounds deafening
...as my mind erases the memory
of the image of my soul
fleeing my body
a summer night
23 years old
a lake
my best friend
my cigarette burning
my nudity
...exposed for all the angels to see
as i was when i was thrust into this world
the moon bathes
the glow warms
...and i wonder
if my soul
ever returned
some
PoetryFor 18 years I hated love
No one would dear look at me
Or even trust me, maybe it was
The fact that I was ugly
Brown skinned midget with J.Lo's ass
Friendly, kind, and funny and I still had class
For 18 years I hated love
All that time I couldn't trust her
She carried the same estrogen as my mother
So I couldn't even look her in the face
And tell her I loved her
Man, 18 crazy years
Let's go to my freshman year
That's when my identity started to appear
Actually I started my sophomore year
When I actually met her
She actually addressed me the day
She started roasting my hair
She told everyone in class she had
A crush on me and loved to stare
The look on her face, I knew she wished we
Were a pair
I had nothing to waste; all I had was time to spare
Next thing I know she's making love
To my associates
Cupid misfired, that was mad inappropriate
For 18 years I hated love
On year 18 I met her she was
Half Costa Rican black
It was long distance, I must have be despe
Poetry CornerThis poem is not about the same woman. Let me say that from the start. This one is about another woman I met, and I think a lot of you an relate to this peice. Hope you enjoy the 2nd installment.
Time II (Scorn Again)
I can close my eyes and envision you
Not the real you
A surreal you
But unlike you
Your memory is forever unchanged
the same as it was before
Something that I can count on
To show up when the rains come
For our hearts are two worlds apart
Like the Barren Straights
You as one content
Me as the other
And your man as the ocean
And for this our souls are separated
By time
My mind fantasizes about one day
When our worlds are no longer worlds away
And the ocean no more
The space between us
Thus hand and hand
Woman to man
And a future unknown
But I have grown
To face what is
And what is not
Just a faded dream
So it seems this is the way
It was meant to be
A life and a space left empty
But a friendship born
Time has made me scorned again
Poetic Shit...Silly Wizard
Air
to the east...
glittering
golden
yellow
glow...
Fire
to the south...
brilliant
crimson
radiant flow...
Water
to the west...
transforming
shapeshifting
healing
blue...
Earth
to the north...
lavish
green
moss with dew...
Chris Leveroni
12/13/06 Maelstrom
There are some
in stone houses
who throw glass
at the masses
comfortably numb
and thick as molasses
Unwilling to let go
and to flow
with the changes
They ship oars
and drop anchor
ignoring
the tide
turning
cleansing of ages...
James C. Leveroni
1.3.07 New Bohemian Rhapsody
There is such a sadness
tangled up
in poetic madness
derived from resounding
crosstalk and chatter
Acute stimulation
mystical relation
dissolving the boundaries
of mind
over matter...
There is such a pleasure
unable
to measure
reflecting back
into a vagabond soul
Rhyme
without reason
Rhythm and change
with each passing season
accepting the way
of life
on the whole...
jam
PoetryBleeding hearts are torn apart. Crying tears of crimson red. But this I say nevermore. No I am not your lost love Lenore. I am something worse something more. This I say nevermore. I am pain. I am hate. I am anger. I am not your soul mate. You look at me with loving eyes. Your heart cries. I am not your lost love Lenore. I am something worse something more. This I say nevermore. You search the dark and find my black heart. You cry out her name but I tell you its all in vain. She is gone, dead to this world. Crying tears of blood I wait as you fall for my bait. Once you can finally see my face it is to late. You are now my prey, my food for the night. I'll send you to her and make it right. I am not your lost love Lenore. I am something worse something more. This I say Nevermore.
Ok as you can see I am an aspiring writer and I would appreciate any comments on my writing.
Poetry...SUN WAKES IN HABIT AT BRISKFUL MORN
HEART RECOGNIZES EARTH CONCIENSENESS
YET.
I STAY ASLEEP IN SO MANY WAYS
EVEN WHEN THE SUN GOES OUT RAY BY RAY
SOMEONE.PLEASE SOMEONE, BEING, FORCE
SHOW JUSTICE. WAKE ME. FOR MY SUN HAS SET A THOUSAND LIGHTS BURNING ME TO SUICIDE
WRETCHED SOUL TORTURING MY INSIDES
RIVERBANKS, FILLED WITH RUNNING LILLY PADS
I WANT TO RUN WITH THEM. AWAY FROM A SOUL GONE MAD
CHORUS:
FUGITIVE I AM TO MY OWN SOULS MIND
ENSLAVED I AM TO BURNING LIGHTS IM GOIN BLIND
I NEED A RESOLUTION TO ABOLISH MY INSANITY
INFERIOR I AM.INFERIOR I STAND
INFERIOR I AM TO THIS INFERIOR LAND
BRUTAL INTAMACY HEATING UP EMOITONS
HOW I WISH I COULD KILL THEM(HOW I WISH I COULD)
POLLAND BLOWING IN THE WINDWITH A FLIRTATIOUS SWIRL
AND A LONELY GIRL WANTS TO BLOW WITH THEM
CHORUS
Copyright ©2006
PoetryI remember a time when you used to be there!
You said you'd never go away!
Why do uyou do things that hurt people
Just make it stop and come back!
I sit and pray youll come home
come back to us
Maybe we still can be a happy family
Just make it stop and come back
Chourus
I was once daddies little girl
Now what i am is just some stupid ass girl
You said youd never leave
But look at you now
You lying piece of shit
Why odnt you just make it stop
Come back
How come i never hear your voice
How come i never smell you or feel you
Why do you do the things you do
Just make it stop and come back
Now i sit all alone, on my bed
No one understands,
No one can come along and take your place
They just wont understand
Just make it stop and come back.
Chorus
When will you come back
I just want you back
You
Just come back!
said you'd never leave
But where are you Now You are my life
You are my soul, my ambition
You are alwayz there for me
Well i'm here
PoetryOnce again it all falls apart.
and, of course he makes it my fault.
Christmas for us is not a good time
reminds me of deceptions,
I lose my mind.
My breakdowns are frequent,
I'm a blubbering mess.
i can't handle it,
all of this stress.
I cry everyday,
because wounds won't heal.
I cry in my sleep,
wishing i couldn't feel.
And my only light,
though the darkness we make,
is acting so happy
is being so fake.
how naive can i be?
thinking it true
how stupid am i
i know what to do.
everyday i lose a piece.
my heart is crashing, I'm lost and I'm weak.
my soul is burning,
my mind is yearning...
But who am i really... theres nothing to see.
nothing to tell, nothing to do.
I'm lost, cornered.
sick of you.
Leslie Prince
SinfulVampress If you don't know me, you likely won't get this, but the jist of it is that 2 years ago my bf and I went on a 'break' and he started dating someone who i wasn't, ahem, fond of, and the stress became too much for me to han
PoetrySo it's my only day off til next sunday and I'm sitting here doing ABSOLUTELY 100% NOTHING. It's incredible...and I've actually caught a lot of shit for it today...and I almost felt bad till I read my horoscope for the day....
This is what I have actually been doing all day!
If silence is deadly
you're killin me here
all I want is to scream
to shatter the fears
my anger is building
caressing my soul
HELLO
Do you get it?
really it hurts.
I hate feeling like
I'm ready to burst.
I have tried and tried
to get it into your head
I'm tired of trying
I'm already dead
~Jess
This morn an innocent life was taken
with no fear she fell fast into a sleeping death
leaving only thoughts of what the life might have been.
This afternoon the father became a victim of death
while the plane fell he prayed for his still born child
Leaving only the mother to mourn.
This evening the mother took one last look at life
raised her gun and cried her last tear
Poetry I've WrittenThe gentle touch of a Mother hand as we take our first unsteady steps.
The gentle touch of a Mothers hand as we start our first day of school.
The gentle touch of a Mothers hand to dry our tears.
The gentle touch of a Mothers hand to guide us.
The gentle touch of a Mothers hand to help heal our first broken heart.
The gentle touch of a Mothers hand as we grow up and move away.
The gentle touch of a Mothers hand as we marry and have children of our own.
The gentle touch of a Mothers hand when the dreams fail.
And the gentle touch of a Mothers hand that welcomes you home no matter where life takes us.
I Love You Mom for without your gentle touch I wouldn't be who I am today.
Your Oldest Daughter
Molly A Playful Sprite
By: Molly Deshazer
A mischief sprite I am likened to.
Laughing as I go through the day.
More playful am I at night, when
The moon is full and bright.
This playful sprite will show her light.
But upon first light,
The playful spite wi
PoetryThe players dribble the ball down the court
quick moves and sharp passes
shouts between teammates setting up plays
ok he's open take the shot now
Swish, there goes the basketball in the hoop
Nothing but net
The crowd goes wild because its their favorite player
At the end of the game its just him
A ball and a basket and the clock is ticking ..... There they lie in silence forever
Having given the ulimate sacrifice for country
Fighting a war they did not start
But doing their duty to God and the nation
Suffering through heat and exhaustion
The sounds of gunfire ringing through their heads
Knowing that any day could be their last
Letters sent to loved ones just in time
Before the Reaper paid a visit
So now it is our duty to them
To honor and respect their courage under fire
For in our hearts they will always be
Gone but not forgotten. Two forces at war for ages
Mankind a pawn in their constant struggles
And angel and a dev
Poetry In MotionI look.
Headlights and torch beams
scouring, searching.
Reading the map,
could the compass be wrong?
I have lost my direction,
my footing has slipped.
Companion
show me the way.
I have searched high and low,
have dug trenches
and climbed hills,
swam seas,
and still the searchlight
is but pencil thin.
A tiny white light
far off,
so close,
touchable,
yet almost gone.
PoetryPut some here
don't forget there
put some whipped
cream everywhere!
Put it all over
the bed & walls
in the bathroom
and the halls
Lets put it in
each & every place
On our bodies
so we can taste
Lets keep going
and never stop
Lets get some fruit
to put on top
Then lets eat
each other up
Cream filled dream
Your mouth, your eyes, your hair
I can't help but stare.
I want to taste your soft, sweet lips
and take from your mouth numerous sips.
For nourishment I receive from your kiss
When your in my arms I am in complete bliss.
Thoughts of you encompass my being
It is only you that I am seeing.
Never a day goes by that I want you dear
I wish for you to always be near.
Your angelic smile with lucious lips
The face of a goddess is what I miss
When we are together, just like this
Untill then pretty lady I'll have to wait
But on that day we'll have a date.
If i gazed into your eyes
would u turn away?
If i held your hand in mine
Would u pull away
If i k
The Poetic DownsideRed lines of desire . . .
Close your eyes baby
feel my breath
tempting and teasing
your body
your neck
face
Can you feel the
beat of your heart
quicken with
anticipation
the words I whisper
in your ear
as you lean closer
waiting
needing my
embrace as I long
for yours
Just breathe baby
as I take you in my arms
holding your innocence
and beauty
inviting
the devil within you
to ravish me
completely
with fingernails against my
spine
digging my flesh
red lines of desire
Can you feel my passion
pressing against you
eagerly wanting to
taste you
take you
fuck you
I smell excitement in
musty tones laced
pheromone infusion
you're a fuckin' animal
I want you
Kiss me now baby
and don't hold back
for I won't
November 28, 2006
Ezequiel J. Flores Jr. Deny me the truth . . .
I feel
as though all I am
is a lie
and
that all I will ever be
are the tears
forming
in the shaded corners of
your eyes
reflecting
Poetryrazor blade, sharpened edge
cut it deep ok?
say goodbye to misery
writing letters in your head
thoughts ever haunting
echo'd shadows of the past
holding on to something
nothing in your grasp
dreams of eternal love
broken, whithered memory
extacy of unknown lust
lost, forgotten desperate need
pour crimson dreams
enslaved reality
thoughts of the end
for ever lingering
hit the vein
be sure this time
deep enough
for one last crime
PoetrySeep deep into every crevice of my head,
Fill it with thoughts of us screwing in bed,
I see you sucking me, enjoying me, engulfing my imaginaton!
This lustful, sinful thought is what I call mental masturbation
Taking my brain to heights and all the nerve endings tingle
I'm excitingly back to the days when I am single
Mental Masturbation makes my head spin,
Mental masturbation is a totally unnoticable sin,
So I pretend to sit at my desk at work,
But the truth is mental masturbation is drivng me beserk
No one knows, I'm 900 miles away
In a lustful fantasy land reliving our Rendezvous from the other day.
Sweet Mental Masturbation My Love!!
The weight of the world lies on my head,
At night, I just think and toss in my bed.
The problems, the sadness, this is not how it is suppose to be,
A void so deep, the bottom is impossible to see.
I yearn for the passion, that spark I once knew.
that feeling of completeness that intensity known by few,
A t
Poetry/writingSee the pretty girl,
in the pretty dress.
such a pretty life,
such a pretty mess...
prety little fingers,
pretty little toes.
funny that she cries,
funny that she knows...
pretty little lips,
pretty little skin.
ever such a child,
she has been hurt again.
In her pretty eyes,
there's a deep distress.
There was a pretty heartbreak that
left her a pretty mess.
He was a pretty rebel,
he was a pretty boy.
he was her pretty world, but
she was his pretty toy.
She loved her pretty man
with all her pretty heart
And on the day he left her,
it tore her heart apart.
Now our pretty heroine
In her pretty dress
Takes up her pretty little knife
and dies a pretty death. We
f
a
l
l
Together, like a memory.
Fragments,
Pieces,
Of a perfect life.
He, a Dark Dream.
I, a turbulent Storm.
Yet sometimes,
Nothing is as it seems
Love.
Hate.
T
PoetryThis is a bit of free verse I wrote after breaking up with my ex-fiancee.
SMASHED
A pumpkin smashed in the street;
Bleeding, pulsating, still beating;
The anguish of your tracks stinging.
The seeds of love squashed.
It’s core pounded to mush.
It’s face carved in your image
By the sharp blade of betrayal.
Lonely and broken;
Fodder for the unfaithful;
Rotting, stinking, dying.
I wrote this a few years ago for my ex-fiancee and it was later published in a poetry anthology, but I wanted to share it with my friends here at CherryTAP:
FOR MY LOVE
Your eyes, like sapphires, sparkle silently
In the dead of night, yet say so much.
Your ruby lips, so full and rich,
Make me quiver, longing for your touch.
Your body, sleek and sexy,
Like a jaguar springs to my loins
A burning fire that fills me with passion
And desire for our bodies, as one, to be joined.
Your flaxen hair, like dappled sunlight shines,
Reflecting its beauty to the far corners of my soul.
And yo
Poetry/songs I WroteIt was the stupid green shirt I hated
How you'd smoke your ciggarrettes in peace
You and I so Ill-fated
It was that goofy smile that set my soul at ease
You couldn't be resisted
Take part in the show
A role I never knew existed
Tell me lies I'm too naive to know
Take my hand tell me you love me
Away from the truth is where I'll be
So many desecrations
Too many fabrications
Love lost, pain gained
Collaborating souls
If only it could have been maintained
It was you who took me through many tolls
Not knowing what will be faced
So far away it can't be traced
And I tried tried so hard
To be what you wanted me to be
I loved loved so hard
I was blinded and couldn't see
Those big blues eyes
They took me on a run-around
How was I supposed to know they'd be my demise
I thought it was me you found
It was you I lost
So quicky you tossed
Keep Running
A time when I was so perfect
You loved everything about me
We laughed at everything and absolutely nothing
Poetry And What NotI sit in darkness,
Missing you,
Wanting you.
I'm haunted by your face.
The softness of your kiss,
Still remains on my lips.
The falsehood of our love,
A knife in my heart.
The falling away,
A knife in my back.
The blood from these wounds,
Flowing as tears from my eyes.
The memory of you,
And the thought of loss,
Brings unending pain to my soul.
So I turn my back to you,
To dwell in the shadows,
And bleed my sorrow away. Caress my heart
Before you rip it out
Nurse my addiction
Ease my pain
Life teeters
Sways in your breeze
Fall to my knees
Taste the rain
Death beckons
Stares silently
Seductive eyes
Penetrate my brain
Love is a cycle
Pick me up
Let me fall
No longer sane I'm trying to find the reason,
Why this world's so cold.
The mask I throw on daily,
Is beginning to grow old.
I've hid my face for far too long,
I fear it might be lost.
I want to end the sadness,
No matter what the cost.
I'm hanging by a single thread,
Should I cut the stra
PoetryThe eyes of an ageless wonder
Weary through years of pain
Blaze my trail uncaring
Sinner in every way
Pray for me mindless sheep
Seek salvation for my soul
Nothing can help me now
I'm internally cold Everything is grey now
Surviving by grit & sense
An outsider looking in
Holding together my life
Pieces of my heart
Left everywhere I stumble
Nothing left for me
But to face the world alone Just say she was someone
So far form home
Whose life was so lonesome
She died all alone
Who dreamed pretty dreams
That never came true
Oh why was she born
So black and blue?
PoetryLooking Inside
Take a look to the inside
Tell me what you see.
Or if that's too much to ask
Take a look at me.
See what you have tarnished
Let ride in the muddy stream.
Take a look to the inside
Are you what you seem?
Or did you let the black
smoke choke you?
Has your conscience
gone and died?
Take a look to the inside,
then tell me you have tried.
Where can I put my focus
so that I can see clear?
I can't look to the inside
God, I have too much fear.
Copyright ©2006 Elizabeth Anne Pierson
In This House
In this house there is pain.
In this house there is anger.
In this house there is fear.
In this house there is guilt.
In this house there is depression.
In this house there is a young woman.
She can't take living in this house
Anymore.
So she tries to take her life
In this house.
Her mother finds her laying on her
Bed in this house.
And at that moment they all realize
That things need to
Change
In this house.
Copyright ©2006 Eli
PoetryA minds capture, rapture of thought
Feelings concealed so you thought
Secrets untold, secrets unfold
I cant help but think about the lie you told
Hearts conceal but eyes reveal
Why not say how you truly feel
My thoughts are open, true and told
My hearts breaks while secrets unfold
My soul shivers with fear
My eyes water and shed a few tears
I can not say what the future holds
I can't understand because I am not told
Strength against lieing yet heres a mirror
A window for me..I see much clearer
My love is true, passionate and kind
My hands tremble as I begin to unwind
Thoughts of you throughout the day
I come home and in bed I lay
I continue to wonder..searching for reasons
I can't help but feel betrayed beyond reason
Untold secrets can't hide from the eyes
Truth is held behind a blanket of lies
My heart melts when I hear your voice
I can't help but wonder why you made this choice
A friendship is dear to a persons heart
Truth was told all from the start
Why now
PoetryLooking through the seeing glass
I see the light of what will pass
Hover cars and techno tones
Refuge holes and human bones
New pets, marks, fish, and cheers
Pictures, art, food, and beers
Robots watch our little kids
Ruined math and screwed up grids
Computer games and viruses
Extinct and dying irises
No sun, moon, stars, or grain
The future holds so many pains
Looking through the seeing glass
I see the light of what will pass
Wars with weapons undefined
Guns, bazookas, born in mind
Songs with curses new and old
Porno art that’s over-sold
Living on the moon is great
A million new verbs to conjugate
No water, soil, land, or love
No God, worship, friends, or dove
Dumber dogs and smarter cats
Annoying birds and fatter rats
Looking through the seeing glass
I see the light of what will pass
The future’s going to be great
But let’s think of the rest
With all the problems now, you think
The future is the best?
Now there’s wars and angry gangs
Then ther
PoetryCrooked pictures
Broken glass
Abstract paintings of my past
Not quite sure of how I feel
Before the crusifix I kneel
Torn up photo's scattered about
I raise my voice to scream and shout
Injustice to the weaker ones
Both the daughters and the sons
The mothers and the fathers too
Brothers, sisters, me and you
Forgiveness for the judges please
The one's who hold the shackle keys
Captives relesed and free to go
With guards still posted, high and low
Kelley Michelle Turbyfill
Copyright ©2006 Kelley Michelle Turbyfill i'll see u under the stars
i'll see u whereever u are
i'll see u whenever the moon light beems
i'll only see u in my dreams
i'll see u when i close my eyes
i'll see u under in the darkest of skies
i'll see u whereever the night time schemes
i'll only see u in my dreams
i'll see u when i lay down
i'll see u when my tear drops drown
i'll see u when i cry myself to sleep
i'll only see u in my dreams
i'll see u while lightening bugs dance
i'll s
Poet-tryI havent been feeling like doing much lately. I guess i figured that if i just start writing thn something will magically appear from the keyboard that I havent been able to find on my own. I don't really think I'll be able to hold a job, ever. I realized this finally after 2 years of proof, It shouldn't be this way but I don't see the light where I become this hugh impact player on the world seen. Fuck it, even the neighborhood scene, I just want to do what I want to do all the time. If that conflicts with your interests then we can part ways. I have submilinally trained myself for whatever the fuck it is that I do. It's not anyones perfect picture of what life should be, but it seems to work for me. My arrogance is going to be what ultimately forces me to the challenge that I won't be able to overcome. It's just at this point you have to keep fighting. The trampoline that I have under me is made of dental floss and cardboard. I'm 300 feet up and juggling fire, but it's f
Poetryrolling darkness
A black existence. Where sky meets earth on the terrible horizon. Stretching out for centuries. Extending on and on in mingled, primordial shades of dimness. Mists mixing with air mixing with sky. And here I sit, so trivial. A fleck of sand in a wasteland of shattered glass. So disappointed. Wholly unmindful of the wonders of the world. Far too weary from regret. I peer out, through rust scented screen, out into the great, abyssal world below. And all at once, as the whistling wind and cooling rain blow in upon me I hear the howling moan. It burrows deep into my heart. A promise carried within the ungodly sound, an oath of suffering. And grief is abruptly summoned by this night. And with it, the uninvited monster of woe. Limitless, this beast, but with a soft, melodic whisper. It begs for me to relent. Implores that I would yield to it’s enticing request. The world opens it’s infinitely vast mouth and the mist below me presents itself with a loving vow. A promise
Poetry And WritingsHow do you explain to this pain
How today has become yet tomorrow
this pain
this heart
this love
Now nothing more then sorrow
A sorrow that morrow will never be
In your eyes,
I see a love grown cold,
your love now fading,
Hidden in fear
buried in pain,
And covered in tears,
You fade away,
But through my eyes,
you shall shine for all the world to see,
in my eyes you shall never fade away,
can i be the one to ease your pain,
and stop these tears like never ending rain,
for i could never make the pain fade away,
for your grace is defined by the pains you face,
In my arms,
holding you close,
i see your love growing,
as I chase away your fears,
ease your pains,
and kiss away all your tears,
you forever shine,
through my eyes,
you shall shine for all the world to see,
in my eyes you shall never fade away,
can i be the one to ease your pain,
and stop these tears like never ending rain,
for i could never make the pain fade away,
f
Poetry Or Some ShitWarning this is a REALLY Fucked up story squeamish should not proceed.Please leave comments with your thoughts. Kidnapped Harem(Chapter 1) By The Master Nine inch nails is playing in the background and the drum's Boom Pssh Boom Pssh is drowning out the screams. Intentionally he plays this when he calls to mating his harem. All 5 neighborhood women Kidnapped and bound in his soundproofed basement. Only he can hear the screams when he violates them in various ways while they're tied up in several positions. The oldest is 45 she has her arms shackled to the wall and her feet bound to the floor so she is forced to lean over with her now reddened ass in the air. He masturbates to the squealing everytime he smacks her ass with his cattle prod. SMACK (EEEEEE) Smack(EEEEEE) "Squeal Bitch Squeal" He exclaims after each sharp torture he inflicts on her naked bottom. "Leave her alone you Sick Fuck" shouts his newest acquisition he refers to as Tori. She appears to be 19 or 20 to him but to be hon
Poetryboth feel the same
happy near each other
yet sad at the same
time
two lovers dreams
shattered by two
years time, if they
could only realize
two years is no great
distance, they could be
happy together pushing everyone away,
he wonders why no one likes him
little does he realize
that it is his fault
he loved her, but he pushed her
she wasn't ready
to be in a relationship
he became angry and blamed her
slowly he pushed her away
all he wants at this point is
for her to be happy
yet still he causes more pain.
he suddenly realizes
what he has done
yet it cannot be undone Torn between two worlds
Torn between descisions
Torn between love and hate
Torn between two lives
Suddenly he is in the middle
Of nowhere with no options
Two people can be seen in the
Distance
Two people with whom he is
Very close
Suddenly they both vanish
to be replaced with nothingess
Now he has no clue as to
who he is
Now he has no one to turn to
Life seems meaningless
No love to l
PoetryYou ever feel like nothing around you is real and that no one really cares. It makes me wonder why should I try. I am just like everyone eles and deserve to be treated the same. I have a heart and I have feelings when something hurts I cry. People make me feel so empty inside. Makes me think don't try and you wont cry. I wish the pain would just pass me by. I can give and give but what good does that do cause in the end my tears just fall like the rain till I am more empty inside. At the end of the day I just feel so dead inside.
People come and go in and out of your life they say that they are your friends and that you matter but where are they when you need them. When you need their shoulder or just someone to tell you that you will make it through and that the pain with go away. Where are they when you are dying inside? When you are drowneding on all those tears that you are holding in? The expect you to be there for them at the drop of a hat but can never make the time for you
PoetryIn the swirling mist, my path is lost,
no turning back, it's the cost...
To the darkness, forever I am bound,
for me, final salvation is found...
My darkest secret, black veil of death,
in it's cold embrace, I take no breath...
Final sacrifice, split blood,
out, from veins just flood...
Everlasting hunger, my final cross,
in the misery of past, it is no loss...
Last drops of life, poured from the dead,
sacrifice for this night, made for the undead...
by SorrowMan Love me,
my razor blade.
Peel my skin,
make me scream.
Sink so deep,
make me weep.
Cut my flesh,
make me bleed.
Take my life,
set me free.
by SorrowMan With nice little twist,
I slit my wrist...
Not waiting life to kill,
rather my own blood I spill...
It's my own choice, I have no fears,
only pain, in eyes some unshed tears...
On the floor, blood making stains,
slowly releasing me from my pains...
Bloody stains, stains like in my soul,
caused by all the pain, thi
Poetry I've FoundWith rivers flowing down her cheeks and thunder cursing through her veins.
With never ending heartache and continuously building pain.
Running thorugh the streets, screaming in the park,
"I know you never loved. Without me you're better off".
Of course he never loved me, I'm but a useless screwed up kid.
But I'm not sure what I'll do without him, he was my reason to live.
He got away with more than anyone, scared me more then ever before.
But I made just one simple mistake, our relationships no more.
I always knew this was bound to happen. I was only chasing a dream.
Nothing's ever right for me, This is just another scene.
I'm sitting in my room and I think of what you said,
"I don't care what you did goodbye", I knew he never cared.
All those nights wasted, all that credit that I burned.
I should have been more careful, you're just anopther lesson to learn.
Babe my heart is bleeding, you promised not to hurt me.
You said you hated fighting, I was right, I'm not
Poetry From My Heartwish id known 0 Comments
Journal Entry by kittycelt about 2 hours ago
wish id known how your leaving would change me wish id known your leaving would make me see wish id known your leaving would make me strong then id have known your leaving wasnt wrong. if i had known how strong i was if i had known it was all because if i had known that all my love would never have been enough, i would have never tried to fight i would have let leave my sight i would never have let you break my heart and i never would have caused these scars. i am stronger now than i thought i could be i am stronger now than you could ever see i am stronger now than ever at your knee and i found out that someone could love me. so im setting you free from me so im letting you release me cloudscelt is no gone forever more because you walked out the door. im better now without you im better now i dont need you so im better now thou i love you still even though im moving on i always will. thank you for loving me long
Poetic RamblingsChange...shit...it's exciting...yet frightening.
And it's a shame how some people, out of fear, seem to cling to this mindset of...embrace the old...screw the new.
But as for this lonely poet...I'm ready.
Ready to adopt a new philosophy.
Ready to change my current direction cuz quite possibly there's nothing for me where it's headed.
Ready to take steps along this new road that to my peers...just appears to be dreaded.
Ready to pour out my heart and soul creating something better than Keith and if you don't like it...Fuck you...that's right, I said it.
I'm ready for my world to revolve around ME. I'm tired of you
How do you respond to that?
Family is supposed to have your back
But no matter how far I back track I can't justify her saying those words to me.
From my brother...maybe
cuz since he was a baby he's been in my shadow
following in my foosteps and when he didn't,
it was deemed failure?
just cuz he didn't follow in my success?
Shit...years down the road an
Poetryby Marjorie Pickthall
When the first dark had fallen around them
And the leaves were weary of praise,
In the clear silence Beauty found them
And shewed them all her ways.
In the high noon of the heavenly garden
Where the angels sunned with the birds,
Beauty, before their hearts could harden,
Had taught them heavenly words.
When they fled in the burning weather
And nothing dawned but a dream,
Beauty fasted their hands together
And cooled them at her stream.
And when day wearied and night grew stronger,
And they slept as the beautiful must,
Then she bided a little longer,
And blossomed from their dust.
~Marge Tindal~ ©2000
She walked across the land,
though her leaving made us cry.
Her spirit crossed the great divide
to that longhouse in the sky.
No more will she walk
across my night or my day ...
except on the wind that touches my face
or the laughter from a child of grace.
Perhaps in the song a meadow lark sings
PoetryEverytime I see her
She brightens up each day
Her smile is like a thousand suns
So much I wish to show her
So much I long to say
To tell her she's the only one.
The one who's in my thoughts
when I lie awake at night
The one I hold close in my dreams.
These things I tell her not
I falter at her sight
My tongue a mess of knots, it seems.
Rejections, past, still haunt me
My own fear holds me back.
Yet I feel it's time for someone new.
Courage, strength be with me
I shall not be turned back
I must follow the path I feel is true.
If she would only see the light that's shining,
From deep within mine eyes,
Or felt the warmth flowing from my heart
My soul's passion, out of hiding
Might take her by surprise,
And from there, at last, a chance to start
This poem came to me while fighting with insomnia at 5 in the morning...I don't know I just woke up and my brain got to going...so here it goes...
Life seems longer,
PoetryGoodbye, goodbye again
So weighed down
Drowning in my sins
I go down to the altar
I genuflect the deities there
I was told I was a star
Where is the light?
Where is the light
I was supposed to shine?
Are all stars as obscure as I?
Was it all a lie?
Was it all a lie?
Goodnight, goodnight again
Nightmares wait
For me to come to bed
I go down to the water
I wash the blood off there
I was told I was great
What happened to me here?
What happened to me here
That stole me away into fear?
Are the great as lost as I?
Was it all a lie?
Was it all a lie?
Goodbye, goodbye again
For the last
kiss on your fiery skin
I go down to the fire
I burn my iniquities there
I was told I was beautiful
What happened to my visage?
What happened to my visage?
I was supposed to be this wonderful image.
Is all beauty as horrid as this?
Was it all a lie?
Was it all a lie?
Goodnight, goodnight again
One more kiss
You give my flesh and then
We go down to our dreams
The Poet - Qaiuo A. Siothe sun didn't shine
the day she didn't smile,
mild cool weather was the forcast then.
but in those grey clouds,
eye's like sunshine,
seemed hid behind blinds,
like thoughts in my mind,
of holding her til death,
like my last breath,
in and every step seemed to flutter,
like words when i studdered.
"why the long face...?"
her eye's seemed to roll,
then link with the pupils on my face,
no words but a shrug of the shoulders,
i could tell that life had her tied down,
to rolling stones like Jagger.
just to make her smile i'd travel a few miles.
the truth is i needed it,
i can't smile cause i always seem defeated.
or depleted, from the energy the sun would
be giving me if only she'd smile.
what am i?
if she's the sun and i need her to smile,
slumped in the grass,
my time grew nearer,
sicker became the frame,
from winch these words were delivered.
and in a clouded mirror said this flower,
to the pretty girl,
you can cut me from this world,
if i
PoetryI wear mine to hide what's within me.
I found people prefer the painted smile,
And glittering gemstone eyes.
Some days it wore thin.
And people saw past that pretty face.
I found happiness once...
And when I removed the mask to show the world
Friends turned from me. Only happy when I'm not...truly.
There were days when it cracked.
And people got an ugly little taste.
So I built this mask to hide what's within me.
Made of metal.
It has a lock with no key.
Once in place there will be only a painted smile.
Glistening gemstone eyes.
I found happiness once...
But I was forsaken by the world.
By the ones that meant so much to me.
Once in place it will all be done.
No one will know.
Not until I am gone within.
Dust...blown away with the wind.
Only a mask to remember me. Lost in a world I built myself
I'll hold it on my shoulders
A place for everyone else
Keep you safe as I can
Down in the darkness I will stay
To hold you in the light.
Lost in my world,
Wandering
Poetry From The HeartAs I looked at my life I saw a shattered soul,
to bring God here was my new goal.
My heart was greatly torn.
Has it been this way since I was born.
I could not feel nothing at all,
because most of the time I was hurt by yall.
I need God to heal my heart,
and make all my pains just brake apart.
Your love has set me free,
Thank you Lord now I can finally just be me.
LaKesha Lennie Edmay Meaux
Copyright ©2007 LaKesha Lennie Edmay Meaux
Can you look in my eyes, and see my heart?
Can you take my hand, and tell we'll never part?
Can you always tell the truth, and never make me cry?
Can yo hear my soul, and still love me when I die?
Can you say you'll never hurt me, and keep me from all harm?
Can you hold me through the struggles, and a cold winter storm?
Can you always hold, and love only me?
Can you truely say you care, and I'm the only one you see?
I need to know all about you, and what will come,
Than to you, my heart, you may have some.
LaKesha Lenni
Poetry By LupodiavoloEthereal You
Your eyes burn warm as embers,
winters sultry pyre.
Flaming deep inside of me,
torturous desire.
Your chest as warm as summer,
and through the night I lay.
Knowing it's time to leave you,
but I can only stay.
Sing for me sweet angel,
those words of Seraphim,
Kiss but once so softly,
let my dreaming end.
Lips as ripe as berries,
a kiss so close to wine.
Lie beside me darling.
Tonight I wish you're mine.
Wings so soft and tender,
no better lovers bed.
As your arms still wrap about me,
and hands caress my head.
Let me hold you closely,
slipping deep inside.
For when again it's morning,
You'' know with me you've lied.
D. Cohen
LupoDiavolo I can smell the storm about you. Over your flesh that tingles with it's hidden electric. I can feel like a distant rumble the thunder, beneath your breath, welling beneath your breasts as your chest rises and falls. I can see the flash behind your eyes and revel in the majesty of your sensual winds.
My hair we
PoetryIt took a while for the sun to rise today
I'm wondering if it will be the day
That I will see you again
You never used to disappear like you have now
had the courage to always speak your mind
something changed along the way
Walked a path where flowers become windswept
tried to remember your face in a memory
To only see you once again
It would be the best gift to man
to finally know where I went wrong here
only questions, never an answer
The night turns to day
and seasons change
along the way
but your face remains the same
I want to forget
I want to go on
but somehow i'm left
with a face that burns in my heart
These are my confessions I hope they serve you well
and reach your ears wherever you truly are
i'd sing them forever and always
If I thought that they would make you return
I wonder though, would it make a difference?
to have the answers now.
The night turns to day
and seasons change
along the way
but your face remains the same
I want to fo
PoetryThe night terrors
that run thru my eyes
of me running and searching
trying to find my guys
i see it again
unfold in my head
the shrapnal the screams
the whole reason they are dead
seeing the movement
ruffly 300 metes away
so natural so innocent
on such a warm fall day
i never thought
that might be the end of me
i never thought
someone could hold such a key
i thought i was invincable
just like superman
tho i found out differnt
when i hit the cold unforgiving land ~The Only Fear~
As I laid steady
took aim at your heart
I never thought that shot
would tear me apart
you were a simple
child by age
I wanted to burn my book
when I put your name on the page
the whites of your eyes
haunt me every night
so young an innocent
so happy hopeful an bright
By: COUNTRYY
~ONE of Five~
When I rolled you over
saw the look in your eyes,
I knew you'd gone
to the castel in the sky.
I hugged you tight
to say goodbye,
not knowing why
you were the one to die.
I p
PoetryShudder from your touch.
These emotions
They are just
Too Much
I feel the urge:
The fire and heat.
I need your kiss:
Delicious and sweet.
Shiver down my spine
From the way you
Simply say
'You're mine.'
author:unknown Dream Lover
by Nina
She wakes every morning with a smile
on her face.
She felt his love in her sleep.
Dreamed of his embrace.
Although she's never met his body.
His heart she does feel.
Anytime she has loved before.
Has never felt so real.
There is no explanation for it.
Not one has she yet found.
But OMG the feeling she gets when
he is around.
Although it may end tomorrow.
The memory will not fade.
For in her heart a life long friend.
She feels that she has made.
She hopes it last forever.
She prays that they do meet.
She dreams of the day her online love.
sweeps her off her feet.
Sealed With A Kiss
by Rima Darkstar
Sealed with a kiss, tied up with a rose;
And as you are reading, my love for you grows.
When
PoetryThe time of the Ancient Ones is coming to an end my children. This planet was once swimming with those of us whom would die a glorious death to be reborn or re-awakened knowing that of our former selves and lives. To incorporate our prior knowledge to the present and encompass our very livelihood.
But as the centuries have passed, we have forgotten how to remember. Forgotten to pay the respects due to the elder Ancient Ones and our ways. They have changed the rituals, the music, and the dance.....
As for this old dragon, the last of his kind on this old world; we are tired. We wish for the slumber of the ages. We wish and hope for the music to stop and the dance to cease and be no more..... ok, we'll start with a slow breast message. licking and sucking gently...working my
way down u'r stomach and tickling u'r belly button with my tongue
then i'll continue downward licking the skin between there and just the top of u'r
pussy...teasing u as i run my tongue around the very outer li
Poetrysometimes the heart isn't so right
sometimes I just want to be out of site
I can feel my sirit wasting away into nothing
If only I could feel love or something
The yearning for death seems to be stronger
I can't hold in the pain much longer
I just want to grab the knife once again
And slice deep and the process begin
I feel so sick, and the tears a here once more
I'm tired of the game, that you have to score
To get anywhere in life
I just don't want anymore strife
Thats why maybe if I'm gone it will too
Because I'm just not making it through
I've failed everyone
Everything has come undone
Everything I touch
It breaks so much
I just can't gone on...
Fuck it I'm done... Fallen in the deep sea,
Forever drowning in the depression of the world.
Sinking like a stone hurled.
The depression has seeped into me like a sponge.
There's no way I can get this wieght off that feels like a ton.
slipping...slipping away from reality.
It's harder and harder to breathe til it's
Poetry 2If ever there was no nose
My life would be real hell
I would not stop and sniff the rose
Because I could not smell. You haven’t got a clue
What she does endure
Tragic life, not knowing
If they’ll ever find a cure
You sit and stare
And judge her ways
Avoiding her
Assume she’s crazed
But she is just trying
To deal with what she’s dealt
Constant voices haunting her
She’s hiding what she’s felt
They’re telling her she’s useless
In everything she does
You tell her to snap out of it
And not to make a fuss
And this pushes her over the edge
She is close to snapping
You blame her, call her mad
But this sickness is so trapping
And so you fail to see
Her side that loves and cares
You miss out on all that’s good
Given the chance she would be there
Pushing aside her illness
And all the fear she feels
To help you through the tough times
Understanding what is real
You just write her off
Because that’s easier
Your ignorance is bliss
Life’s simpler with
PoetryI Love You
I love your eyes.
Everytime I look into them,
I am lost.
I fall deeper and deeper into the spell they cast upon me.
I can't help but look.
I love you smile.
Everytime you smile at me,
I feel the warmth of the sun shinning down on me.
It warms me more than cuddling in front of a brand new fire.
I can't help but smile back.
I love your kisses.
Everytime your lips touch mine,
I feel an endless stream of passion.
It sends me on a journey, a journey in which I do no mind taking.
I can't help but kiss you.
I love your touch.
Everytime your skin touches mine,
I feel the most enlivening feeling I have ever felt.
It is the feeling of a pounding heart and a shivering soul.
I can't help but touch you.
I love everything about you....... This is a poem dedicated to soeone I love very much but can't be with cause I messed up...
When I close my eyes...
I can see your face..
My heart calls out, wanting you with me in this special place..
I can feel
Poetryi drown in the thoughts of togetherness
for us to be as one
then i snap back into reality
and realize.... whats done is done.
i cannot hold you close to me
cant keep you by my side
i've finally come to terms with this
although countless times i've cried.
i do not want to push you away
but i cannot keep you near
for when i think of the love thats passed
my eyes fill up with tears.
i want nothing more then to have you
back and to let my feelings show
but its time for me to forget your love
and let what once was.... go. hold me tonight and never let me go, i want to melt in your arms, i love you so.for just one moment i dont want to feel lifes pain, i want to remember in life what i have gained. when you hold me in your arms all i feel is warmth. a soft golden touch and i am no longer torn. your magic and your love just lifts my life so i can feel protected for just one night. i know you cant be here all the time for me, dear, so just hold me for tonight so i have no
Poetry From Hot PplGet your own glitter and more at BlingyBlob.com
Cool Slideshows The sweet taste of love
Still lingers in my mind
A succulent tasty morsel
A treasure worth its find
A wet and juicy fruit
That fills my mouth with joy
Like candy to a baby
An edible sexy toy
With nectar sweet as honey
A syrup of flowing silk
Like a bubbly kind of lava
As smooth as warm clear milk
It breathes with scented oils
Like a flower in the mist
And blossoms when caressed
By the feel of a lover's kiss
A dessert at its very best
When embraced with lots of love
I know I'll never get enough
Of this treat I'm thinking of Tasting me,
My arms embrace you,
My lips crush yours,
My tongue demands entrance,
I feast,
I gorge,
Tasting you.
(Thank you for sharing your work with me)
PoetryYour broken heart and silent tears
Can never replace the one lost dear.
Why this happened no one knows
The hurt and the sadness in your eyes show.
Put on a brave face you think you must,
Even for those in whom you trust.
Never letting the pain come through,
Though it would be alright for you to do.
Destiny and fate had other plans,
Another time you will walk hand in hand.
Know that for now she is where she should be,
She'll be back again to take place in our family.
The touch of your hand as it caressess my skin,
Adds fuel to the fire of passion burning within.
To give in to this need, In my heart it is wrong,
Still the desire within me grows ever so strong.
Your touch , it is burning now, setting me on fire,there's no turning back as you take me higher and higher.
I can't stop these feelings as they burst from inside,
What was once left unsaid I can no longer hide.
These feelings within me, what now should I do
The pain and the pleasure that you've put me
PoetryINVENTARIO
Cuento de Martha Cerda
Mi vecino tenía un gato imaginario. Todas las mañanas lo sacaba a calle, abría la puerta y le gritaba: "Anda, ve a hacer tus necesidades".
El gato se paseaba imaginariamente por el jardín y al cabo de un rato regresaba a la casa, donde le esperaba un tazón de leche. Bebía imaginariamente el líquido, se lamía los bigotes, se relamía una mano y luego otra y se echaba a dormir en el tapete de la entrada. De vez en cuando perseguía un ratón o se subía a lo alto de un árbol. Mi vecino se iba todo el día, pero cuando volvía a casa el gato ronroneaba y se le pegaba a las piernas imaginariamente. Mi vecino le acariciaba la cabeza y sonreía. El gato lo miraba con cierta ternura imaginaria y mi vecino se sentía acompañado. Me imagino que es negro (el gato), porque algunas personas se asustan cuando imaginan que lo ven pasar.
Una vez el gato se perdió y mi vecino estuvo una semana buscándolo; cuanto gato atropellado veía se imaginaba que era el suyo, hast
Poetry & Spokenword By S.m.hallThis was a flyer from a night
I headlined a poetry reading at a local Caf'e
~[]~
Many people wear mask to concealed they are fake
Talking trash in their head,... while they smile in your face
Then as soon as you are out of earshot,... they bash you to your peers
Phony ass friends that would mock your tears
They’re two-faced frauds with wicked intent
Manipulating others, so perceptions are bent
They will lie & they will cheat
Trust them if you dare
But the cycle is bound to repeat
& leave you worse for the wear
Marq, my words
Sooner or later their treacherous ways
Will surface again to leave you dazed
It’s a cycle of trickery that chisels away
At your faith in others, compounding your dismay
So be careful whom you believe, for there are but a few.
Be weary of the counterfeit; to thy own self be true.
And to the bogus beings, covertly on the make.
Pick a face & be real for god sake!
Copyright 2007 'All Rights Reserved'
S.M(arQ).Hall Written: 12
Poetry From When I Was In High SchoolDrowning in my Sorrows
As the problems mount the mornings light turns into night.
Setting the mood for an endless sea of catastrophes.
The waves keep pounding relentlessly one by one smothering me.
Gasping for air its no use realizing I'm going to die a silent death.
Isolating my self form the rest of the world.
Pushing away any chance of rescue.
At times I feel like dying, my heart, and mind are crying, I want to die a kind of suicide.
I manage to stay afloat for the moment not submerging to my demise.
I've hurt my best friends because of self sulking. Thinking back, what have I done.
Apologizing, confronting my wrongs.
A glint of light off in the distance.
Which I had thought was the sun gleaming off the ever shifting water's.
Now coming closer.
Back to the comfort of dry land.
I find my self bewildered trying to understand how things got so bad.
Its quite painful when thought about.
How I let my self drown in my sorrows blind of reality.
By, James
PoetryI think that I might fly away, in my hot air balloon,
And hide from worldly worries on the dark side of the moon;
There’s but one thing I need before I float into the blue:
I need a sky companion and I want it to be you.
We’ll fly beyond the storm clouds and we’ll watch from up above,
I’ll cover you in rainbows as we feel each others’ love;
You’ll shower in the stars at midnight in our special place,
I’ll dry you with a comet’s tail and kiss your beaming face.
Dreamy drifting panorama, changing every day,
Every night your loving smile will be my milky way,
The moon will wane before us, sailing there in heaven’s height,
For nothing else can challenge our love’s everlasting light.
Venus shining on us, glowing soft at our devotion,
Our daily drifting dalliance in love’s celestial ocean,
I’ll write you lovers’ poetry, and you will be my muse,
Orion and Andromeda will oversee our cruise.
We’ll sleep with clouds as pillows, maybe steal an angel’s wings,
Then fly as m
Poetry And RhymesPitter Patter, the rain drops
Seem never to end.
When you think it’s all finish,
Pitter Patter, you hear it again.
The blessings God gave us,
Straight from the heavens above.
Glorifying us with showers
Expressing his love.
They seem like tears
Which sometimes gently washes away?
All our sorrows, all our fears.
And after, a brighter day.
Then comes the sunlight
Beaming through the sky,
Makes us give more thanks
To the almighty on high.
As in the beginning, he made
The heavens and earth
Man also in his true image
We were created
And now give birth
To a beautiful day
With sun and rain
Life’s precious commodity
We must all maintain.
Written by Ainsley Carter aka coolmccool
PoetryHow can I tell you
when tears fall
and words scar
my broken heart?
How can I deny you
when all's lost
and you're there
lost and alone?
How can I continue
when our love
and shared dreams
just aren't enough? Silence hovers over as a cement weight
ready to obliviate, blessed escape
release.
Tension stifles as a smoke filled wind
unbearable, caustic, then
clarity.
Fury burns as kerosene
volitile, explosive
smothered.
Metallic shine silver
Embossed symbolic pride
Motherland incarnate
Flawless, precious.
Dulled luster fades
Engraving withered, gone
Balding near extinction
Broken, dying.
Two sides come together
Night into day, black to white
Merged, unstoppable
Both priceless.
Poetry Of Assorts If It Is Marked Nsfw Then Don't Read While At Work...Sitting here alone.
Feeling miserable and not sure why.
Wishing I wasn't alone,
Knowing he will be home later.
This knowledge doesn't help me know.
Sigh, i'm sitting here alone. I open my eyes and look around warily. Once again all I see is fog. I walk slowly in the direction in which I am needing to go. As I step further into the fog, I start to feel the slightest of touch. I can feel the despair, heartache, and other emotions of those who reach out and touch me but, I cannot see them.
As I continue walking the weight of the fog grows to such a dense that, silent tears start to fall down my face.
After a few minutes I reach my destination and when I enter that place, at least for a little while I have been released from the fog. I sit inside with the all the curtains closed, and the lights turn on. This is an attempt to simulate the sunlight in my mind.
Try so hard to be cheerful but, it doesn't ever seem to last. Unless, I am curled up with a loved one.
I go outside
Poetry And Writingyes, i am strange, but seriously...
still life...
did you actually read it? let me know-
why? why not?
do you think you learned anything about me? what is it? do you think you know what is mine, what is hers, what we share? have you ever looked into someones refrigerator and tried to figure out who they are?
do i need more therapy?
if these were painted on canvas would you stand and read them?
do you think i stood in my kitchen and wrote all this stuff down? or do you think i made it up? when you look at your space what do you see of yourself?
what do our possesions tell people about us?
how well do you have to know someone to know what belongs to them and what doesn't?
if someone found your wallet or bag, what would they think of you?
if someone broke into your house, would they find you?
if your housecleaner or one night stand needed a snack and rifled your kitchen, what would they learn about you?
if someone ran out of toilet paper
PoetryIf I Can Stop
IF I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
- Emily Dickinson
Your Porn Star Name Is...
Spanky BottomsWhat's Your Porn Star Name?
PoetrySEVENTY-FIVE YEARS
Ladies and Gentlemen: We are gathered here to join in the celebration of the year… Most commonly marked by the presentation of diamonds. This by the way is what we wanted to do for you today; but thought that Ford, Chrysler or GM would do just as well.
I guess in our wee little minds
The only way that we can comprehend time
Beyond that redundant tick, tick, ticky
Of our classic Mickey…
Mouse clock
Is to reach for the oldest thing we think we see
Because the wisdom of time is truly the greatest mystery
It’s strange how most of the tie we don’t understand
But wee too have seen it slip through our hands
Leaving us with what could have been
And remembrance of all those days when
Yeah it was good way back then
No doubts and I remembers for a dear old friend
But this is now and the challenge of today
Is to figure how
As time keeps slipping away
How do you remain so spry?
And keep that delightful twinkle in your eye
The pessimists woul
PoetryThere are gifts of many treasures
For both the young and old,
From the tiniest little trinkets
To great boxes filled with gold.
But, put them all together
And they could not stand in lieu,
Of the greatest gift of all
The gift of knowing you.
When your times are filled with troubles
Sadness, grief, or even doubt,
When all those things you planned on
Just aren't turning out.
Just turn and look behind you
From the place at which you stand,
And look for me through the shadows
And reach out for my hand.
I will lift from you your burden
And cry for you your tears,
Bear the pain of all your sorrows
Though it may be for a thousand years.
For in the end I would be happy
To have helped you start anew,
It's a small price to pay
For the gift of knowing you.
Poetry At Its BestToday I take a walk, down memory lane
Today I take a walk, in the rain
Today I take a walk just because of you
Tomorrow my walk will never be the same.
Tomorrow what shall i do
If all i had, was done for you
Tomorrow, life may never be the same,
Because of yesterdays hurt and pain.
Yesterday my life was taken away
Yesterday was sorrow as my life swayed
Yesterday has gone I shall no longer be,
My life has now been written in history.
I Love you the same today as was yesterday but not as much as tomorrow.
Copyrighted by Ainsley Carter aka coolmccool. 11/05/07
To be sure of Love
Love is being patient
Love is being Kind
Love is being happy
Having a clear but conscious mind
Love is sharing special moments
Love is taking a walk with the one you love
Love is being able to say NO and Yes when appropriate
Love is mainly being yourself to the One you LOVE
Love is all of the above and more
As we should all give our upmost
To the one we adore, when we
PoetryAs you walk the roads at night,
I follow always just out of sight.
And sometimes you may feel me near,
My footsteps in your mind you hear.
I see you, tense, stop and stare,
I hear you wondering who is there.
Deep in the dark of the night you search,
But your mortal eyes cannot see my perch.
A flash of light within the dark,
You feel fear come into your heart.
And you flee to the places of human sin,
Where footsteps are lost in the crawling din.
Encased in the moving crowd,
You feel safe and you feel proud.
Until you notice them all leer,
Their actions encouraged by the smell of your fear.
They pull you into the night by your hair,
Your clothes they rip and violently tear.
Those Strangers ignore your cries of distress,
You are surrounded by enemies in the darkness.
But this darkness is my home,
And through it I do freely roam.
Those strangers now scream and try to fight,
But they are no match for a true child of the night.
Soothing words I whisper like a lover in
PoetryThe Air and The Blood
With evry beat of our hearts
Cruelty and Fate have kept us aprt
Ages of pain through time descend
With evry moment wish the hurting would end
For a moment I see You
Smile on Your face
At last You have come to me
Through time and space
I reach out to touch You
And then You are gone
With a breath and a beat
My heart carries on.
Each day I miss You
More than the last
Til someone brings You to me
Out of the past
Now that I have found You
Ill never let go
My love to You
You will always know
You are the Air
And the Blood to me
And together we will stay for all Eternity
For Rayne
I Love You Layout Codes Myspace Resources Top Comment Graphics The touch of your hand as it caressess my skin,
Adds fuel to the fire of passion burning within.
To give in to this need, In my heart it is wrong,
Still the desire within me grows ever so strong.
Your touch , it is burning now, setting me on fire,there's no turning back as you take me hi
PoetryRELAXINGI have traveled down many many roads in my life...And I have made many many mistakes along my path of much strife,Heartaches and misfortunes have played a huge part of who I have become to be...For I have learned through living, to not have regrets, to only learn from my experiences you see,Cause I have examined this world and realize that its the bad that makes the good, good, with out it, life would never change..There are many days emotions take over and I am a different person through each one I feel,Never keeping secrets though and in life I have always stayed Real!!Sometimes you may find me wide open laughing beyond ones measure of blissAnd at others you may find me crying out to others to understand me and the things I miss..For It's not the simple or materialistic things that my soul so desires...It's the inner beauty of creation, the sparkel in ones eyes,the thirsting down inside me that while living it inspires,Chirping birds songs that brighten up my day...even while
Poetic PrincessThe heavens open it's doors and our souls escape to the ways of an eternal day.
Oh my gentle breath of Love, forever are you lost to me.
Forever lost, just as flowers of love wither and die.
The sweet fragrance of wild flowers whispers in the breeze.
As the image of you is forever engraved in my dreams.
My thoughts seem lost in a world of darkness and emptiness.
Searching for the love that once captured my emotional heart.
Two souls that once entertwined by our love and passion.
Without compassion my heart is broken by your absence.
A heartfelt emotion without condition was given to you.
My soul is now lost and alone without your eternal love.
My heart says good-bye to my gentle breath of love.
LOOK INTO MY EYES AND WHAT CAN YOU SEE
NOTHING BUT A BOOK OF BROKEN DREAMS
TO OPEN TO A PAGE COULD MEAN REGRET
CAUSE I CAN'T PROMISE WHAT YOU WILL FACE
MY HEART HAS BEEN BROKEN AND LIED TO
THE HOPES AND DREAMS I HAD ARE FOR FOOLS
LEFT BEHIND IS A SOU
Poetry"Patience will not stand the test of time. It is eating us alive as we breathe. Sparing no soul as it chews us up into nothing." The years I’m keeping
So, ever-fleeting
By and by
Goes my time
Ages of freedom
Moments so trapped
The years I’m keeping
Falling off track
To learn is to know
That these years come and go
Leaving only traces
And distant faces
From the only ages
We will never be again
Falling through spaces in time
Bewilderment in hues of blackened confusion
Perplexed eyes staring into a million emotions
Searching on a plateau of weariness
Unforgotten flashes of endless time
Flames scorching a forever torn heart
Frozen feeling dancing in the wind
Contradiction running on emptiness
Gone
PoetryWhen love is an affliction,
There's not much one can do.
Despite the way you've treated me,
I'm still in love with you.
I am the wave and you the rock
Against which I must break:
Again, again the crushing jolt,
The pain I can't forsake;
Again, again the long retreat
To safety, far from shore,
And then again, I don't know why,
The long trip back for more.
Perhaps it is nostalgia for
A long uncertain glow,
Or just some hope so beautiful
I cannot let it go.
Perhaps it is the need to try
For those who must depend
On who we are and what we do,
For whom this should not end.
What evil makes you hurt me so,
What defect of the heart?
What sense there is no greater whole
Of which you are a part?
What lonely choice that only you
Be served by what you choose?
What hard, hard fear of losing what
It is a gift to lose?
I dream sometimes my waiting love
Has made you turn again.
But you care only for yourself,
And I must love in vain. I see your face in my s
PoetryIn seperate lives you find us, whirling in our worlds alone. The beauty of life is all around us, an echo of haunting oneness that the universe used to offer everyone, and now no one pays attention. We look to each other for solace, for the comfort of another like us, and find depths we have never imagined hidden in each other's eyes. Come walk with me in the torment of my heart, the cyclone of my mind, and we will find the steady walkway, the eternal peace that everyone has forgotten. Selfishness, greed, anger, everyone has those, and it makes them just like everybody else, when all they need to do is embrace the unnatural, the inner self they have denied for so long. Walk with me, and we will find this place, this solitude and silence that has waited for us... Watch as this solitude breaks free from its cage
Sending everyone running, to hide from its rage
When lonliness rears its misshapen head
Soon inner hearts begin to dread
What once was up is forever down
Toppe
PoetryIf dreams could come true,
I'd be there with you.
If nightmares are real,
I'd never know how you feel.
If my heart was a safe,
Only you would hold the key.
If my tears started to fall,
Its cause your not here with me.
If my feet lead me away,
Your hands guide me back.
If my body's cold at night,
Its cause your arms they lack. Led in her warm bath,
Thinking about life.
In such an awful mess,
Not sure how she has got here.
She had planned this night,
Down to every little detail.
To the messages she left people,
To say her sorry's and good byes.
She looks at her red arms,
Watching the blood flow from her,
Taking her life from her,
Fading and withering like a flower.
Like the rose she used to be,
Its reached the end of its life.
She was feeling to weak to think,
Closing her eyes, listening to music.
To songs that were her life,
Sad, happy, love, death, and emptiness.
Visions of her children in her head,
Tears streaming down her face.
They would be fine sh
PoetryA simple child
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?
I met a little cottage girl:
She was eight years old, she said;
Her hair was thick with many a curl
That clustered round her head.
She has a rustic, woodland air,
And she was wildly clad;
Her eyes were fair, and very fair;
--Her beauty made me glad.
"Sisters and brothers, little maid,
How many may you be?"
"How many? Seven in all," she said,
And wondering looked at me.
"And where are they? I pray you tell."
She answered, "Seven are we;
And two of us at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea.
"Two of us in the churchyard lie,
My sister and my brother;
And, in the churchyard cottage, I
Dwell near them with my mother."
"You say that two at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea,
Yet ye are seven!-I pray you tell,
Sweet maid, how this may be?"
Then did the little maid reply,
"Seven boys and girls are we;
Two of us in the Churchyard lie,
B
Poetry - LookI look from these spheres of sight,
catching a glimpse of the tranquil light,
miles apart from the life ive seen,
images of pain and self loathing,
pictures of hate and inner turmoil,
a life on the run from my own shadows,
afraid to aproach and shaken by desire,
alone in this breading ground of ill repute,
judged by the ignorant and stoned by society,
held in contempt for my repented sins,
never forgiven yet always forgotten,
i stand alone on this shelf of madness,
no-one 2 gaze at the wonder within,
with war and destruction in every heart,
i long for your eyes to seek my warmth,
to open your heart and breath me life,
to see me for me and not a ghost,
open your eyes for you will see!
PoetryWhat do you call two Mexicans playing basketball?
Juan on Juan.
What is a Yankee?
The same as a quickie, but a guy can do it alone.
What is the difference between a Harley and a Hoover?
The position of the dirt bag.
Why is divorce so expensive?
Because it's worth it.
What do you see when the Pillsbury Dough Boy bends over?
Doughnuts.
Why is air a lot like sex?
Because it's no big deal unless you're not getting any.
SOMETHING TO OFFEND EVERYONE PART II (JUST WARMING UP!)
What do you call a smart blonde?
A golden retriever.
What do attorneys use for birth control?
Their personalities.
What's the difference between a girlfriend and wife?
45 lbs.
What's the difference between a boyfriend and husband?
45 minutes.
What's the fastest way to a man's heart?
Through his chest with a sharp knife.
Why do men want to marry virgins?
They can't stand criticism.
Why is it so hard for women to find men that are sensitive, caring, and
good-looking?
Be
PoetrySleeping Lady
Sleeping Lady
what is it that awakens thee?
is it this song
crying out from my heart
or this boulder
dropped
into the sea?
Should I whisper
softly
to you?
Should I tug
your rope-like hair?
Roar
into the rising sun?
Ride you
wild
like a mare?
Sleeping lady
my muse
manifest destiny
Come
sweet love
again and again
Come
for me...
1-29-07
James C Leveroni
Do NOT call
Keep your distance
Bite your tongue
Uninvited
in my space
You will not
crowd my breath
of life
or force your lack
of self control
upon this
spirit
in union
with the mighty
one...
2/18/07
James C Leveroni
zero
I let go of love
she has yet
to return
so lay me down
upon the equator
that I may sleep
one peaceful night
not to awaken
to feel this
burn...
2/17/07
James C Leveroni
PoetryI dont know what it is,
but I distrust myself
when I start to like a girl
a lot.
It makes me nervous
I dont say the right things
or perhaps I start
to examine
evaluate
compute
what I am saying.
If I say, "Do you think it's going to rain?"
and she says, "I dont know,"
I start thinking: Does she really like me?
In other words
I get a little creepy.
A friend of mine once said,
"It's twenty times better to be friends
with someone
than it is to be in love with them."
I think he's right and besides
its raining somewhere, programming flowers
and keeping snails happy.
That's all taken care of.
BUT
if a girl likes me a lot
and starts getting real nervous
and suddenly begins asking me funny questions
and looks sad if I give the wrong answers
and she says things like,
"Do you think it's going to rain?"
And I say, "It beats me," and she says, "Oh,"
and looks a little sad
at the clear blue California sky,
I think Thank God, i
PoetryWhen I first met you
I knew I could love you
But yet I went away
And still I saw you the next day
Our second day together
I felt I knew you forever
When I went home I felt so alone
Thinking about you
Was all I could do
Thats when I realized
I needed you
Now we are married
And your child I shall carry
We have had our ups And our downs
Sometimes our feet
Barley on the ground
Being with you I have found
That your love for me
Is all the nourishment my heart needs Feelings
I know you've been unhappy lately
And theres nothing I can do
It makes me so sad
Seeing you so blue
If only i could take the pain away
Then maybe you could have one good day
I love you
And thats something you should know
If it would make you smile
Id kiss you on the cheek
And then on the nose
I know times are hard
But please dont shut me out
I love you more than anything
Thats without a doubt
I went online one day
I was bored and looking to play
I found a room and u were there
PoetryYOU SAY I DO NOT KNOW YOU
YOU SAY, “YOU DO NOT KNOW ME.” WHEN I SAY SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE.
EACH TIME I HEAR YOU SAY THOSE WORDS; I REALLY WANT TO FIGHT.
I GET SO UPSET BECAUSE THE FACT IS I DO KNOW YOU, AND I KNOW YOU WELL.
NO ONE COULD TELL ME ANYTHING NEW ABOUT YOU AND THIS HOW YOU CAN TELL:
I KNOW YOU LOVE YOUR PUPPY AND THAT TOBERS MAKES YOU SMILE.
I KNOW THAT YOU HATE TRAFFIC AND DEALING WITH DIFFICULTY TAKES YOU A WHILE.
I LEARN MORE EACH DAY AND I LOVE EVERY NEW THING THAT I LEARN.
WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT ME, I THINK IT IS YOUR TURN.
NOTHING HUH, OK I WILL GO AGAIN AND NAME A FEW MORE THINGS I KNOW.
I KNOW THAT WHEN YOU ARE CRYING IS THE ONLY TIME YOUR TRUE FEELINGS SHOW.
YOU LOVE YOUR FAMILY AND WOULDN’T TRADE THEM FOR THE WORLD.
SEE, I KNOW A LOT; I LISTEN TO YOU, GIRL.
I KNOW THAT YOU HATE MEANNESS AND I ALSO KNOW YOUR BIRTHDAY.
I KNOW YOU BETTER THAN YOU THINK AND THAT’S ALL I HAVE TO SAY.
I KNOW THAT YOU LIKE LOVE STORIES AND THAT YOU WANT ONE OF YO
PoetryMy Poetry
This is my place of darkness. Where there is nothing but silence through-out the room. I love the smell of the room it smells like a crypt of black clouds through-out the room. It maybe creepy or scary yet blurry because of all the smoke. It's so cold like a basement cellar I hear faded darkside music of gothic realms of mysterious force of darkness. Where I see outside the dark tinted window where I see falling rose petals over a grave. Which could be kind of spooky at times but once you get use to it your doing just fine. Where I see this go on and on again you'll see the smoke once again. And you will feel like your tripping my friend. Don't get scared trust your doing fine. I cant believe what I am seeing a ghost raising from the grave. So let the haunting begin. So off I go to see this ghost and I didn't even get close so back inside I go again and I dont even know how this story began?
By: William Allen
Wish the darkness could take me away, like a ghost sayi
Poetry:hypnotic KnyghtShadow Caress
Shadow Caress
soft caresses in the darkness
in the shadow dreams
where are you my darling when the seraphim keen?
memories of your feather touch..
dark seduction i loved ever so much
as the egyptian music played
the smell of jasmine in the air
as bodies twine and meld
heat of passion on a desert night..
as the shadows dance upon the temple wall
candle flickers ghosts dancing upon milk white skin..
the dance of the ages , dark seduction once again begins
dark eyes pools with endless debth.
how I still got lost in them
come to me in the shadowland..
where the is no form of command
let us just be
a boy and a girl in the timeless sea
let us love with out reason or thought..
cross all boundries in the real and surreal..
come meet me in shadowspace..
let us share eroticas grace or , perhaps
find some new form of disgrace
tye me up
perhaps with bonds of silken rope
the play of the knife cross
Poetry And QuotageWho so loves believes the impossible.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
Ingrid Bergman
Duct tape is like the force. It has a light side, a dark side, and it holds the universe together.
Oprah Winfrey
A computer once beat me at chess, but it was no match for me at kick boxing.
Emo Philips
Evelyn Hope
I.
Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead!
Sit and watch by her side an hour.
That is her book-shelf, this her bed;
She plucked that piece of geranium-flower,
Beginning to die too, in the glass;
Little has yet been changed, I think:
The shutters are shut, no light may pass
Save two long rays thro' the hinge's chink.
II.
Sixteen years old, when she died!
Perhaps she had scarcely heard my name;
It was not her time to love; beside,
Her life had many a hope and aim,
Duties enough and little cares,
And now was quiet, now astir,
Till God's hand beckoned unawares,---
And t
Poetrywell this one i wrote for a friend while he was in iraq--he asked me to help him describe in words his love for his wife--he told me how he felt and i came up with this poem --hope you like it as much as his wife did!
Separation
The days are short and the nights are long
since I have been gone.
My love for you is still growing strong
even though I am alone.
I left willing to take on all
now I feel weak and ready to fall
but the love and courage you send
will help me make it to the end.
Our hands will meet again real soon
and our hearts will sing a sweet tune.
Then our minds will be at rest
for we have passed this trying test.
The test of separation and time
and I thank GOD he made you mine.
Dennis Ray Ankrom
Copyright ©2007 Dennis Ray Ankrom
Well here is my first one let me know what ya think--I will ost a new one every other day--
"A Lover'S Wish"
May are love bind us
Like a lock with no key.
May are hearts join
In joyous praise of one another.
M
Poetrythe frame of my void sharp and jagged.
a picturesque scene of broken glass.
and a heart-warming dissolve of perfection.
sane reality holds fast.
my wounds transpire in a hidden fortress.
forged inside a calm lake of ice.
below the numb of cold a battle rages.
only in lies and self sacrifice.
this placid place of anger and hate.
fires rage and thoughts are twisted.
shadows fill corners and light flees.
but never knowing this existed. no longer a marionette.
only yours in loving death.
there in wake will lie a beauty.
a putrid heart to beat newly.
a melancholy shadow risen.
a forgotten soul to do what's bidden.
blood to be spilled and avenged.
a tortured puppet makes amends.
decay of wasted matyrs you find.
are all that shes left behind.
at her hands they did cry.
as she runs rampant they all die.
the lies remebered as she woke.
wind me up the dollie spoke. i've been tossed.
like a rag doll.
that no one wants.
i'm lost.
with nowhere to run.
a
Poetry By MeLiving inside my Lonely
Our past is all I see
I decorate my heartache
With each beautiful memory
Feeding on my Lonely
I savor the bittersweet taste
So afraid I may forget
Letting our love go to waste
Dying within my Lonely
Daring not to love again
Maybe I can forget you
But I just don't know when
Bleeding out my Lonely
Open every wound to heal
Alive now because I know
That true love isn't real
Alone without my Lonely
On the other side of Hell
Can I ever love again?
Only my Lonely will tell
as04-10-03 Your breath on my skin
The warmth of your touch
It's the sound of your voice
I love so much
Wrapped in your arms
Each night in our bed
It's how you close your eyes
When I rub your head
It's when you touch my body
It's the taste of your kiss
And when we're apart
It's you that I miss
It's just the way you love me
It's everything you do
It's the love of my life
It's my heart...IT'S YOU!
05-11-2007 anita s. Someone else is watching
Every
Poetryyet another, for all to enjoy.....
“If Ever . . .”
If ever I wanted to understand, this would be that time.
For it would offer me resolve, when my heart is so torn in design.
If ever I wished for different circumstances, this would be the moment.
For deep within all that has happened, my mind is broken into fragments.
If ever I wanted to have had more time, to visually apply my plans, this would be it.
Since time has snuck up on me and doused my visual fire, without a blinking forfeit.
If ever my beliefs were at their all time lowest, even non-existent, it is now.
For searching within this soul of mine, has offered no solace for my vows.
To be the best father, the best friend, the best helper, the best provider.
I’ve fallen short here, my body weakens more and more, deficient in advisor.
If ever I did not seek for more, then this has become my new goal.
For within the sins inside this temple, lies a wrong, that takes all control.
If ever I could fight myself ove
PoetryAnother one from when I was 15 lol...enjoy the hatred!
you said you loved me
but fuck that shit
all you are is a poser
you'll never fucking fit
you fucked around with my head
or atlest you thought u did
but compared to me
youre nothing but a fucking kid
you say you know it all
well guess what I do to
your not the only bitch
FUCK YOU
you brought me up like an angel
then you tried to tear me down
but that didnt fucking work
cuz im the one wearing the crown
you said youre above me
well fuck that shit too
if anyones above the other
its me whose fucking above you
im sick of your shit
and your fucking lies
im done with you
now fucking die
why you do this ill never know
you tear my heart and break my soul
you bring me down to your bottomless pit
with every word feeling like a bad hit
my feelings for you just keep growing strong
bt feeling this way has gone on too long
do this again and I swear its true
ill drop you like a bad habit and find someone n
PoetryDESTINED TO A LIFE OF LONELINESS TO WANDER FOR ALL ETERNITY IN THE BLACK VOID OF NIGHT THIS ONCE LOVEFUL HEART CLOAKED IN DARKNESS AND SORROW COMES ALIVE WITH YOUR PRESENCE THE DARKNESS ROLLS AWAY SORROW IS DROWNED BY JOY MY HEART, ONCE AGAIN, IS FILLED WITH LOVE THE LIGHT IN THE DARK YOU ARE MY SAVIOR, MY LOVE, THE ONE, WHO HAS SET THIS SOUL FREE FOREVER IN YOUR DEBT I OFFER YOU IMMORTALITY, YOU REFUSE IT POWER, I OFFER YOU, AGAIN YOU TURN IT DOWN ON MY KNEES, I OFFER YOU THE ONE THING LEFT TO GIVE MYSELF--HEART, BODY, MIND AND SOUL LOOKING INTO YOUR EYES I GIVE TO YOU THIS VAMPIRESS' ETERNAL OATH, "WITH THESE WORDS, ON THIS NIGHT, OUT OF THE SHADOWS YOU CAME, SETTING ME FREE, I GIVE YOU MY HEART, SOUL, MIND AND BODY TO DO AS YOU WISH. NOW WITH A KISS I BIND MY HEART TO YOURS, FOREVER BEING INDEBTED TO YOU. You came in from the shadows
Into my little world
Like a thief in the night
You stole my heart and soul
In your eyes I get lost
Your arms shelter me from my nightmares
Though
PoetryI dont Understand Why when it takes so little to be a nice person, so many are cruel and hurtful.
I dont understand Why when it just so much easier and releaving to tell the truth people still fill the need to tell lies and hide things
I dont understand Why if you love someone you cant just tell them and hope and pray they feel the same.
I dont understand Why some people who have more than others feel the need to flaunt their wealth, but when it comes to helping someone they cant even lift a finger
I dont understand Why we have the need to fight for things and let things get so out of hand til we forget the reason we were fighting in the first place.
I dont understand Why when someone is sick all of a sudden people who havent come to visit them or even talked to them in years suddenly remember they have a friend
I dont understand Why loving seems to be so hard, but hate and judgement come so easily
Well these are just a few things I dont understand, and they a
PoetryI hate you more for promising to hang out
For telling me you like me and wanna go out
for making dates with me
Then not showing up claiming you forgot having something "come up"
Just tell the truth believe i what you say stand up for what you feel.
Stop making things up and stop trying to be a nice guy by not admiting to your feelings.
Be a nice guy and an adult by being honest cause please it hurts more when you say yes then back out then if you say no.
FUCKING BITCHES Throw, Sleep, Blow, Hide, Jump
Kiss, Fly, Splunk, Spit, Drink
Run, Fuck, Urinate, Act, Inhale
Cut, Whisper, Ponder, Rattle, Defenestrate.
So we have simple verbs, We have complex verbs.
Heck we even have cave jumping throwing people out of windows verbs.
Body functions and functioning bodies.
But even with al those verbs we’ve seemed to forget how to love, breathe, be and simply live.
Bring me your life.
Give me your thoughts.
You are a value greater then gold.
More precious then gems.
PoetryWe give
We take
Everyday it makes
No difference why
We live
For life
We die
No tomorrow
No lies, only sorrow
I’m scared for tomorrow
No chance to remember
No chance to forget
What’s the point
We die
For life
We try
Always horror
I live in horror
Always horror
I don’t sleep
No one to trust
Take a life
For survival
No body stops
No body care
No time
Still in horror
no time
For sorrow
No time till tomorrow
I remember
the horrors
Just no chance to forgive
No time to forget
One day to sleep
Before the last night I get
I’m supposed to remember
All I do is forget
The lives that I took
Give my life for tomorrow
No tomorrow
Only sorrow
My life is horror
Looking back now I can see us
Feeling good about the way we used trust
Forever I believed it to be a must
But it always ended up to be a huge fuss
I loved the way that you used to smile
Forgetting all the things that could have made me frown
You would make me laugh if I was
Poetry, Prose & LyricsCold and hard like Winter steel,
Tempered by a planet sunken, sallow,
Oh jaded, wasted youth, they tsk,
Knowing eyes rolling in bovine heads
As they down their shots of Apathy - with just a splash of Fear.
Pools of liquid night, her eyes
Swallow the light, the false platitudes.
Beneath the din and clamor of the quickening World,
Spirits call weakly to her assailed ears,
Entreating, weeping.
Her hands tied by a world that will not listen,
She cries in silence perfect, deep.
Slipping sleeping through Reality's cracks,
She comforts forgotten angels
Who, keening, claw at blackened, twisted wings.
Oh irony! She must escape her body
To truly feel, to be felt -
To hear the rough and raw tattoo
Of the drums that keep the Universal Beat.
Shedding flesh and bone and blood -
The shrieking, clutching, burning World,
She slips, ethereal, mysterious,
Darkly glittering and soft
To realms apart -
Outcast no more. You're a faith disease,
Divine crisis of soul.
In an Age of Lie
Poetryi have some of these on Myspace as well, but for those who don't know me over there, i figured i'd just throw up a few for you all to read. hope you enjoy.
"Kitten"
A kitten kicks a ball of yarn
Fur as dark as an autumn night
The yarn is frail, falling apart
The kitten paws it with delight
Eyes like onyx, this kitten purrs
The yarn is strewn across the floor
A patch of white like a harvest moon
The yarn rolls through another door
Back and forth goes the fragile yarn
It's coming undone bit by bit
Will the kitten grow bored and leave?
Or will it take the yarn with it?
this is one of my most recent poems. for any poetry fans out there, i'd love to know what you think. leave me some love. :) i always return the favor.
"The Blade"
Soft moonlight shines down upon glowing runes
An enchanted sword rests on the white sand
Waves roll by in meditative whispers
Tempered steel glows like a fiery brand
The left is etched with a twisting snake
Wh
PoetryOur first years together were fun and play
Never a worry, Making memories each day!
We were best friends or "sisters" in our own little world!
You were my angel from heaven, my precious little girl!
A gift from God and I've loved you so
With a love so strong only a mother would know
I've tasted salt when you've shed tears
My life's been your life all through the years!
Life's about changes, nothing stays the same
Together we've stood to face whatever came!
We've fought the battle, we've won the war
The "proof" is in the person you are!
It was "just us two" for oh so long
"Don't worry be happy" was our theme song!
We've made it through times I didn't think we would
We've accomplished things I never dreamed we could!
Now as you've taken your own path, your own direction you go
You'll make it just fine, that "proof" will show!
I'll still be here for you through tears or laughter
Today, Tomorrow, and Forever After! I know that i would never be,
The person i am
Poetryi am a submissive woman.
i am not weak,
nor am i worthless.
i am intelligent,
and possess a strength
that withstands
the trials of life.
This strength which i possess
and cherish
is my gift to You.
When life breaks You down
and makes You
question the man
you were intended to be...
allow me to allow You
to suck my strength from me.
Make it Your own.
i do not
give my submission to a man
just because he claims dominance.
But to You,
i give all of me...
i trust in You to cherish the gift,
embrace my trust in You...
to protect me.
i have opened up my heart
and my mind...
the very core of my soul to You...
and invited You in. .
You know i have suffered
and
You know i am scared
but You...
have erased the memories
and
replace the pain.
You are my Master
and
i am Your slave.
i am not to be degraded
nor dishonored
yet
i recognize
i am not Your equal,
nor will i ever be.
i was created
to compliment You...
i was created to make You whole
PoetryMay our friendship last forever.
May I sail upon your sea.
May we go through life together.
May there aways be a "We."
May I be your endless sky.
May you breathe my gentle air.
May you never wonder why,
Each time you look for me, I'm there.
May we be for each smile,
Like the warm, life-giving sun.
Yet when we're in pain a while,
May our suffering be one.
May we share our special days.
The happiness of one-for-two.
And if we must go seperate ways,
Let my love remain with you now and Always.
© Copyright 2007 Lynn&FireFighter (UN: swt_mom at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
This is a poem that I wrote myself.. And is on Writing.com So plz do not take this poem and use it as your own. Thank you!
Poetryclose your eyes and open in a dream ... a dream in which we are together ... alone ... you are leading me away with your eyes and guiding me into a world of romance ... you tender gestures so soft so gentle ... showing me the way ... the night has come and now it is our time ... i close my eyes and breathe your name ... feel the strength of your embrace .. our lips meet ... a lingering kiss ... a stolen moment in time ... a consuming desire ... caressing the contours of your muscular body ... your hands along the curves of my silhouette .. raw passion ignites our bodies escaping into exotic places of endless pleasure ... seducing teasing pleasing ... fulfilling fantasies of our insatiable love
Poetry And Prose(i wrote this many years ago but copyrighted it in 2004...i get to spend time with my son on a fairly regular basis and to this day he still asks me when will he be able to come home...it tears my soul everytime i have to tell him "not right now honey")
So True
There was this boy I once knew He came into my life and made my soul anew
My days were full and bright too With butterflies and tulips blue
I loved him so and still do
People thought I did not pay my due
He was rudely taken from me and they forced me to bid him adieu
My heart knows I have paid my due
Our bond is still there though they don't want it to
I love him for my heart is true So, I will make do
Dedicated to my son T.C.B.D 10-3-04
All of my poems are copyrighted under Vivvy Butterfly/Jazzmyn Aires/R.A.B
Jan. 5th 2003
I can't explain what I am feeling right now
In words that anybody would understand
The gnawing within my heart
Tears me down into soulessness
The void in my existance has
Poetry By Stinger NitroI just want to know one thing. People say that they are your friends, but then you find out that they are only using to get by with life. I thought that was over. I guess it is not since I am in college and the same stuff still happens. That's messed up, when they need you, you're there to help them, but when you need them, they're never around or make excuses. Many people wonder why I do not communicate with many people, now you see why, and it is not just because I am a shy person. Just when I come out, I get placed back in because of something physical about me. This may be the main reason I havent been with anyone on a date, in a relationship, or hanging around with. I get more luck over the phone than this. I read my friend Mia's note. She's right, who u may think are your best friends forever, are truely not. Man! where are the true people at in this world? If there are not any, I just say, it's whatever.
everyday is a struggle, everyday is a battle. never knowing what to expec
PoetryInto a box of friendship To insure that it is strong First a layer of respect On the bottom does belong. Then to the sides attach, In the corners where they meet, Several anchors full of trust, Devoid of all deceit. The height of friendship can be measured By the sides of four, So make them all a larger cut, And the box will hold much more. Now fill it up with courtesy, Honor and esteem, Understanding, sympathy, And passion for a dream. Add to that your honesty, Emotions joy and love, And since they’re so important, Place them up above But leave the box wide open So all can see inside, To learn what makes a friendship work From the box you built with pride. Why do I worry what others think
it never fails to take me to the brink,
Sometimes it's terribly hard to tell
where I've been, where I fell,
Never failing to come up inferior
because I think they're so much better.
I never quite come up to expectations
to be what they think of their relations,
There ne'r is a mo
PoetryA smile on my face
And the gleam in my eye
Masks something far deeper
Hidden and locked away
That dark corner of my mind
The pit in the bottom of my soul
Ice found in the core of my heart
It lingers and lurks
Patient and waiting
Everyone sees happiness and joy
But if they look really close they will see
In the eyes if you look really down deep
You might see the secret
That I harbor so do dear
Odds are I don't really like you
For no reason at all
But don't take it to personal
You are one among many
A whisper on the wind
A promise in the dark
A cry in the night
A pleading wail
A heartfelt scream
An endless quest
An unending plight
A constant search
A hopeless dream
A pitiful existence
A fruitless life
Searching for that one
They that make us breath
That put a beat to our heart
Searching for that soul
The one to make us whole
Never finding them
A chasm in our heart
An unhealing wound
Feelings not shared
Dreams unspoken
Love is dead
And all you are
PoetryThe last thing I would do is hurt the ones I love,
But what to do when they hurt you with their selfish love.
Being selfish and insensitive is not my thing
I choose to love unconditionaly with out any strings.
To know love and the joys it brings
is to also know the heartache and the emotions that feel good and sting.
http://blog.myspace.com/cinnammon76541
just filter out the bullshit and read the poems the rest is nothing important. but i wont twist your arm. i dont feel like copying and pasting all my poems
Poetry I LikedHe Loves Her
By MystykTao
he watches her as she sleeps
moonlight caressing her naked breast
marveling at the wonder
of their creation
their lovemaking a miracle
everytime
he gazes at her
knowing he can never express
how he feels
he wants her again
and again
and again
forever
for a lifetime
but the words won't come
he reaches for her
pulls her close
watches the smile play
across her lips in her dreams
he holds her
his lifesaver
his lover
his wife Heat
By Western Light
The moist, hot heat that visits me
when I have thoughts of you
makes me touch those parts of me
that beg to be subdued.
I can't resist what's happening,
I yield to passions pleas.
And yes, these heated moments
happen frequently.
I wonder 'bout your circumstance
when sparks and flames occur,
if by chance you think about
this wet and lusty girl.
I glisten like a gem each time
my body's in the mood.
If only I could tell you
I shine plenty just for you.
Poetry* Mother is the name of God
On the lips and eyes of all children*
Ma`thair, my rock
My safe haven from
My demons.
You soothed my pain
And wiped my tears away.
Ma`thair.
You had your calling
And left without a good-bye
Now I kneel down
And cry.
The clay strewn-ed earth
Soaks up the tears
As my pain fades to
Numbness.
Your face only a picture in
My mind.
Ma`thair.
Ar dheis De` go rabih a hanam.
I pray to you daily
Hoping you will give
Me strength to get by.
I float in the world
Of the living
Half dead.
Expecting the
Unexpected.
Your scent lingers
In the house.
And it tears my heart apart.
I'm lost
And I don't know
Where to start.
Ma`thair
Ar dheis De` go rabih a hanam
you sired me
Helped shape my heart
What do I do now?
Where do I start
Now that you are gone?
Ma`thair
Ar dheis De` go rabih fa hanam.
``````````NOTES``````````````````
Mother is the name for God
On the lips and eyes of all children- line from movie T
PoetryI sit here in my Jail cell called life
Feeling a breath that is not my own.
I wonder where life will lead me
More pain? More misery?
I don't really know. I see a light.
I try to reach out but cannot
Feel it. It gets closer and I notice
It's a figure I reconginze. She tells
Me she loves me...and I smile.
~Arcadies~ Bleeding
My feelings draining from my body
Like blood streaming out of an open wound
My ability to love
My ability to laugh
My ability to feel pain
I care not what happens anymore
Fighting, stabbing, shooting, slit my throat
Clawing my way out of a shallow grave
Nothing matters
~Arcadies~
Poetry...I give thousand returns him to the things. And I put them of the misfortune. It would have to enjoy this form every second that is allowed me, but without knowing the reason, the only thing that it becomes is to waste the opportunity better wishing something. It is clear that always it is inhaled to something superior, something insurmountable, superb; but until we did not prune it to acquire, it would agree to us not to apostatize of such way. We would have to learn to savor every minute of the little pretty thing that we have. To think that it is the last moment that we will be able to rejoice of that way. Perhaps thus we are thankful little that us of the life... thus we will perhaps remember every moment which we happened and until we let pass bad moments. And at the aim we will be able to watch back without fear. Because nothing is infinite... Because everything what we happened is taxed, we want or we do not want, and we preferred that he is something pleasant. Because since we l
PoetryBlood in, blood out
Left or Right, truth and doubt
You’re gonna bleed,
No matter which road you take
Blood in or out, babycakes
Baby baby, do you remember?
Coming to me broken in September?
Repairing your shoulder and breaking your heart,
She left you to me, and I played the part
Five years later and I can’t take the game
Blood in or out, I can’t even say your name
It hurts to stay and it hurts to go
It hurts to forget and it hurts to know
Blood in, blood out
Left or Right, truth and doubt
You’re gonna bleed,
No matter which road you take
Blood in or out, babycakes
Whisper into the fire, "What are your fallacies?
Clutched now at your breast, your poison realities?
I'll touch you with the fire, but do not hesitate to burn,
Every hope, every dream, every truth you'd hoped to learn.
Experience the destruction of all childhood fantasies,
Emblazened in the very orange of lifelong mendacity,
Surrender to the torch, to cleanse the poison from your breast.
Poetryas i sit in this chair and ponder what to write .so many words pass
threw my head like an endless train. this train passing between my
ears. i hear the words makeing sence makeing this poem as i sit in
this chair. i see the screen these words apear on. i see the colors
of my background and i see the words as i sound them out to the
typeing of my fingers on the keyboard that is connected to the brain
box of this computer. that wich links the monater to the keyboard
that makes it posable for me to write this poem .and to see all the
work of the poets that pore there heart and soul into what they write.
then i think of my friends and how they inspired me to keep trying
evey time i went to spoken word at five points .every tuesday night
when it was at fuel. now all i have is my train of thought passing
between ears makeing so much noise i had to put it into writing just
for some piece of mind just to have my brain explode with more things
to write. then when i r
Poetry"Again"
You're tearing me apart
Crushing me inside
You used to lift me up
Now you get me down
If I was to walk away
From you, my love
Could I laugh again?
If I walk away from you
And leave my love
Could I laugh again?
Again, again...
You're killing me again
Am I still in your head?
You used to light me up
Now you shut me down
If I was to walk away
From you, my love
Could I laugh again?
If I walk away from you
And leave my love
Could I laugh again?
I'm losing you again
Lacking me inside
I used to lift you up
Now I get you down
Without your love
You're tearing me apart
With you close by
You're crushing me inside
Without your love
You're tearing me apart
Without your love
I'm doused in madness
I can't lose the sadness
Can't lose the sadness
Can't lose the sadness
You're tearing me apart
Crushing me inside
Without your love
(you used to lift me up)
You're crushing me inside
(now you get me down)
With you close by
I'm doused in madne
Poetry And Other Random WritingsEssay Assignment
I have been accepted by Kingstec Community College to attend the Human Services Course 2007/2008. I am interested in following up with Youth Services and Addictions Courses.
Through job placement over the last two months, I have had the pleasure of working with the Conway Workshop Association. It has been one seriously life changing experience for me. I have had my eyes opened to who I can be and what I am capable of. The time spent with clients and co-workers alike has been wonderful! I never saw myself working with the mentally challenged, nor did I see myself doing personal care tasks for anyone other than my children within my own home,
Over time, I have become very comfortable in the shop and feel competent in my work, be it the basics of cooking and cleaning, the dynamics of teaching an individual who has a learning disability or the personal care aspect of the job. I see now that I can be of h
Poetry~101~Masked Angel
I am the Masked Angel,for I will never reveal my face.
On the wings of a white dove is my place.
Sent from Heaven with a white gown trimmed in gold,
my mission on Earth only Heaven knows.
Above the clouds on my dove I will fly,
as I look down on Earth I see many cry.
I will come back for my calling is near,
I can hear there songs ringing in my ears.
I shall return to you one day,
all you have to do is watch and pray.
For I am the Masked Angel hear my call,
"I will be back to save you all."
Kelly Whitehead
Copyright ©2007 Kelly Whitehead Why I Complain....
Space is nothing but a waste of time.
So are pets that do not mind.
A band with no rythem,the other with no beat.
A man that thinks he can dance has two left feet.
Two cats fighting after the sun goes down.
Knowing the radio's on and hearing no sound.
The ocean is water we can not drink.
No wonder all those ships just sink.
Driving down the road and running out of gas.
Getti
A Poet's PoemWe’re always searching
For the divine
But them
We settle
For a good enough find
The magic is
Out there
And so very real
It is not
Butterflies
But a calm
That you feel
No matter the subject
Whatever request
It all just seems
Ok
No type of unrest
I savor
Our time now
Maybe think it
The best
I look forward
To all of the rest
A journey worth
Taking
Begins with
Brave steps
Just hold my hand
As we jump off
This cliff
PoeticdreamzzOn PAYDAY,Mr.GOODBAR wanted a BIT OF HONEY.So he took Mrs.HERSHEY behind the POWER HOUSE on the corner of CLARK an FIFTH AVENUE.He began to feel her MOUNDS and it was pure ALMOND JOY which made his TOOTSIE ROLL get hard.
She let out a SNICKERS as his BUTTER FINGER went up her KIT KAT and caused a MILKY WAY.She screamed,OH,HENRY,I am FOREVER YOURS as she Squeezed his PETER PAUL and caressed his ZAG NUT.
Mrs.HERSHEY said,you are even better than the THREE MUSKETEERS.Soon she was a little CHUNCKY and nine months later,they had a BABY RUTH.
To all you cherries.Check you age on your profile.Mine was right yesterday morning but when I got up yesterday evening,I had aged on my profile.I am 53,not 54.Support said it was a glinch in the system. Internet dating
You can't be defeated
Never rejected
Just deleted
You can end an conversation
Without saying a word
A click of the mouse
If preferred
Or you may even
Make some friends
Some will last
Some will end
PoetryThese are some poems that I have written for my girlfriend. Tell me what you think...
She expells all trepidation,
manipulation,
false sophistication
and and instead offers elated pursuasion of a nourishing invasion.
Enamorus is the hand that guides restoration to a lost prospect.
A prospect once obsolete is now my retreat to where the angel lies.
Insecurites defeat.
I'm palpatating,
every so often skipping a beat.
But I want do do more then skip.
I want to run to where the angel lies.
Back to my retreat that the angel provides and not a forlornness that is so obsolete.
And another:
A tantalizing song is being played, repiticiously sending chills through the base of my soul.
A soul once curious and reluctant now answered and ready.
Ready for the fire.
Ready for the the castration of my fears and the decapitation of my doubts.
Bloody ears and foolish fears now vanished.
Your a magician.
A good magician never reveals her secrets and I am your se
PoetryI wish I could take credit for this but I can't...and I have no idea who wrote this one either.
To make me feel happy,
You don't have to give me the world.
Everyday just remind me,
That I'm your girl.
To make me feel special,
More that I've ever known,
Just tell me,
I'm the only one.
To make me feel magnificent,
it isn't hard.
Just always,
Have me in your heart.
To make me feel more loved,
You don't have to give me the world,
To make me happy,
Make me feel,
That I'm yours. I found this and I'm not sure who wrote it but I really like this a lot.
As the grass is green,
From what I have seen,
Will you always be with me?
As the clouds are white,
Even though they don't show their faces tonight,
A cold breeze blows so keep me in your arms and hold me tight.
As the sun always comes up for the sunrise,
While we live in this wonderous love pardise,
Will you always remain mine?
As the sky is blue,
And our love remain true,
I will always love you.
PoetryWetness does not always pertain to water
in an ocean, river or lake;
Sometimes it refers to how I feel
when I remember your embrace.
I only have to think of you
to remember me in your arms;
My legs quivering, my mouth moaning
I have fallen captive to your charms.
I long to feel your body on mine
to know the taste of satisfied love;
To lie quietly in your arms
we fit together like a hand to a glove.
You are the sweetheart of my life
you are my one sure bet;
You never have to wonder babe . . .
you can always keep me wet.
Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around.
You tell them things that you've never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more.
You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you.
When something wonder
Poetry!The Vows I give To Thee
On this day I give to you,
A ring and these vows that I hope will do.
To show you my love and warm your heart,
I promise to love you like I have from the start.
You've inspired me to hope and believe,
And you've given me air when I couldn't breathe.
You helped me open my eyes, so I could see.
You've done all these things and so much more,
And I'll keep on praying forevermore.
To Keep,
To Cherish,
To Love,
To Hold,
To Be Together,
And Grow Old.
You and Me...
Do you think of me when I think of you?
Do you see me when I see you?
Do you love me when I love you?
Do you kiss me when I kiss you?
Do you touch me when I touch you?
Do you dream of me when I dream of you?
Do you notice me when I notice you?
Do you want me when I want you?
Do you care for me when I care for you?
Do you promise to be there for me when I promise to be there for you?
Do you picture your life with me when I picture my life with you?
T
PoetryCrying tonight doesn't help
I don't feel nothing
You never come around
And I never sleep
The silence keeps my awake
Haven't touched my pipe
Since last night
Time to toke up
I'm getting sober
Such a god awful feeling
The river runs red
With the blood of mine
Calloused hands scrape away
The paint
Uncovering a new layer
A brand new life
You get to this point
Theres no one beside you
What we lost here
Is better off to be left alone
No use in opening more
This time I did myself in
Never thought things
Would get this bad
Things should never
Get this bad
And its my fault
I blame myself
[If anyone had a heart, it wasn't you]
For my mistakes
The only thing
In my life
That I did right
Laying stretched out
On the bedroom floor
My corpse is cold
But I stand back
But I stand back
And to myself I realize
Why you never come around
I want you to know
I'm sorry
Sorry for hurting you
I shouldn't have let
Things get this bad "To Find You"
*chor
Poetry And LyricsYou lay their on your sheet
youd rather than be beat
Ripped in half than take the eat
And Die at last to afraid to truelly live as you die
living in your apple pie suicide
Applepie suicide
say goodnight
my virgin bride
Applepie suicide
thus with a kiss i die
Over and over you resist
until into my crams and into my kiss
you yourself give and give
The Heat is in your eyes
(suicide)
I see it there you want to die
(suicide)
when your alone you give, die, and cry
in your delusions of applepie
you are my applepie suicide
we are alone you and I
our bodies meet our worlds collide
as we'll say together we want to die
Kill me again is in your breathey sighs
i live and die between your thighs
you know you've never felt so high
again and again I eat you right
Into you again i glide
as we stare each other in the eyes
Finaly completely you let got and I
savor your applepie
reveling in your virgin suicide
Glad you chose me to take your life
When I
PoetryI wrote a poem called(TRUE FRIEND)
You can go to this web site and vote if you like it or not you may have to type the link in your search bar or go to the post and read the one there so here it iTo view this email as a web page, go here.
ENTER TODAY
LEARN MORE
Dear Betty,
Throughout the years, Poetry.com has enjoyed your artistic talent and our Managing Editor, Howard Ely, has decided that it is time you share your extraordinary gift with the world.
An iPod a Day
Our Editorial staff has created a unique way for you to promote your poetry and see what others have to say about it. We are proud to introduce a challenge called the Poets Choice: Rate My Poem Contest. This challenge is for you, the poet, to send your poetry around to everyone you know so they can voice their opinion about your writing. In addition, we will be holding a free daily contest and two free monthly contests for you to win great prizes. We will be giving away an Apple iPod t
Poetic Hell....Murder of an Innocent Heart
It’s time to conclude this charade, I can no longer pretend..
A heart is so fragile, I owe mine the opportunity to mend..
I was blind to your abuse, I wanted so much to believe..
You’d never do me harm, you weren’t capable to deceive..
Yet the evidence was clear, even through your alibi’s disguise..
I still seized the possibility we could somehow compromise..
But I realize love cannot be manipulated to be as you desire..
It’s impossible to ignite passion, without a spark to kindle the fire..
So I must bid farewell, to start rebuilding my world torn apart..
A lifetime dedicated to erase your memory from my delicate heart..
This agony will remain forever a scar upon my very existence..
Of damage you caused so mercilessly, murdering my innocence..
Original Poem of The one and only Eli “A Heart’s Only Belief”
There’s a stillness in the air, though my heart beats fast.
For I can find no inner peace and there’s no escaping the past.
I wan
PoetryLord
He left me
Oh my lord why
With a broken heart
When my heart was full of love
That what my heart felt
Til now my Lord
The pain, just won't disappear
My heart won't love again
My heart is bleeding
My heart is crying
Oh my lord why
My heart is dying
There no more love
Inside, the beat stop
My heart has turn into a stone
The light of my heart
Can't you see my Lord
The light of my heart faded away You get comfort from talking to a friend, but the answers come from within you. Rainy days and cold nights,
These are days I need you to hold me tight in your arms,
Hold me close and keep me warm,
Tell me I'm your good luck charm,
Look me in my eyes and tell me I'm the one for you ,
Tell me I'm your every wish come true,
Lay me down very gently,
Then make love to me essentially,
Caress my body from head to toe not missing a spot,
Lets play around like connect the dots,
Lets make each other hot till our body heat rise like a rolle
PoetryI found this with a letter i wrote a few years ago, i want to delete the letter, but not the poem. Here you go
A chill seeps into my heart
It’s freezing over again.
There is no restart,
Hell, we never began.
It hurt to know that you
Will not fight for me.
But what can I do
To make you see?
We could have the dream
Of what everyone speaks.
But you make it seem
Too far out of reach.
I have seen ultimate bliss
And yet we can’t have it.
Remember you ch
Poetry NightThe Knock
Rap rap rapping at my door
I wonder who could this be I love no more
My heart is dry as the desert sand
But could this be she brings rain
with a touch of her hand
Her beauty is like no other I’ve seen
I know what this is it must be a dream
But I’m awake I’ve been awake for hours
How can this be especially a heart of stone guy like me
Ah a mystery….
A woman who can mean so much to me
But what shall I do
Shall I open the door and chance getting hurt once more
Or to play it safe and pace the floor
And to love, to love never more
Journey
As a child
I was young and naïve
Being wild and free
Seeking out adventure
Till I became a teen
As a teen
I was full of good intentions
Helping all that I would see
Paving the road in life
Wondering were it leads me
Now in my twenties
Standing at the Gates of Hell
With death all around me
My path I couldn’t tell
The Devil greeted me slyly
Standing at the door
Come on in my friend
Lets just ha
Poetry I Wrote...You were like an angel sent down from above.
To save me from this monster's cold, steelly glove.
With your halo aglow, and your heavenly pure heart,
You won my sole, right from the start.
I never thought anyone could steal me away.
But you surly did that cool autumn day.
I don't exactly remember when you emerged,
But you've made my heart pound and my blood surge.
This should be the begining of a love that is true.
A pure, shining love shared between me and you.
Time can only tell when I'll let go.
But for now, he has my heart and you my sole.
Don't fret my dear angel, for it will come true.
'Cuz you'll win my heart and we'll start anew.
So be patient sweet angel and live day to day.
The time will come when you sweep me away.
Dear angel with your pure glowing light,
Save me from this monster who comes in the night.
Be my knight in shining armor and make me forget him.
For it's you who I want, 'cuz my heart you did win. ~I wrote this one for the schoo
PoeteryYou've read the story of Jesse James--
Of how he lived and died;
If you're still in need
Of something to read
Here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde.
Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang.
I'm sure you all have read
How they rob and steal
And those who squeal
Are usually found dying or dead.
There's lots of untruths to these write-ups;
They're not so ruthless as that;
Their nature is raw;
They hate the law--
The stool pigeons, spotters, and rats.
They call them cold-blooded killers;
They say they are heartless and mean;
But I say this with pride,
That I once knew Clyde
When he was honest and upright and clean.
But the laws fooled around,
Kept taking him down
And locking him up in a cell,
Till he said to me,
"I'll never be free,
So I'll meet a few of them in hell."
The road was so dimly lighted;
There were no highway signs to guide;
But they made up their minds
If all roads were blind,
They wouldn't give up till they died.
The road gets dimmer
Poetry By MeMy dream comes to me so vividly
Your lips caress my breast
Bringing shivers down my spine
As my body gives in quickly
Every touch heats my skin
Our bodies vibrating with such passion
Legs entwined pulling you deep within
Taken by ecstasy
Each thrust begins to get quicker
Building towards the final release
My dream comes to me so vividly
Dam dream lmao haha wahoooooo got u all lol
I wish for more..
with every word spoken
every thought shared
I wish for more
I wish for more
time spent with you
desires grow strong
I wish for more
I wish for more
fantasies played out
forbidden ecstasy
I wish for more
Help me to understand why you chose not to live, all the laughter we shared, the times of sorrow, why did you not come to me instead…
At times I am so angry at you, then at times I know you must of hurt so bad, I wish you would of come to me, maybe together we could of worked it through..
You were there for me for so many years, and I just f
PoetryThe skies are dark
Rain is pouring down
I look out my window
And see a vast emptiness
Nothing is around
Nothing can be seen
I am all alone
Thinking thoughts of desire
Of where I want to be
And where I am now
Wondering what may happen
Where my journey lies
Maybe I already know
But I can't see it
Is it good or bad
I wonder
There is only one person who knows
Only one who can show me the light
And what I want to know
And eventually I too will be able to see
As I travel this path
There are obstacles to overcome
Some will be hard
And some will be easy
This one I am at now
Has to be the hardest of them all
It is taking all that I have and all that I am
To conquer it
Though in my mind I know I can do it
I am having troubles
I am weakening myself
Making myself vulnerable
For whomever decides to pass by
I can't let them down
I can't show my pain
This has been the toughest yet
But within a matter of moments
I have won
I have beat this obstacle
And now I'
Poetry....Our tears are the raindrops of the soul
And there's one for all who die.
They are the silent words of grief
As they fall free from the eye.
Our tears are lovelier than a smile
When they come from those you love.
As they seek relief from sadness,
When you're summoned from above.
Our tears are a love-mates humble gift
When it's time to say goodbye,
Though the eyes are wet and swollen,
With time and patience they dry.
......if you hold back tears, "shed them"
When your pains too harsh to accept.... Can you hear me?
Am I loud and clear?
Im screaming at the top of my lungs,
and its all for you...
ALL FOR YOU!!!an' so..
Come to me my pretty
Coo-ed the brittle voice,
Enter my den of iniquity,
Your own free will and choice,
Come feast your greedy eyes
See the sparkly treasure
Temptations sweet and tender
I offer for your pleasure.
Come, come do not wait,
Choose a gift from me
Vengence, hatred, greed?
Tell me, what will it be?
Fire tempered lo
Poetry--unnamedYou sit by the window staring at the rain
Only realizing it’s you drowning in pain
Watching your tears dropping one at a time
Yearning for a whisper softly saying
A penny for your thoughts, a nickel, how about a dime
You’re dissolving in silence, as you smile with grace
Illuminating only what you want them to see
While having visions of being in another place
Can they see the aching in your eyes
Or is it that you’re so use to all the anguish
That you know how to keep it in disguise
You look at yourself in the mirror staring into you’re eyes
Dealing with all the stories
That only you know how to hide
You’re a mystery to many and let be know
By few
Yet you look into their eyes and say to yourself
If only you knew
© Shawtie
Poetryvengeance is mine sayeth the lord
and I give you this bright shiny sword
the sword is words to use as you will
Inside your brain you now have skill
*
these words have powers hidden inside
how you use them is for you to decide
do you use them for hurt and deceipt
to bring someone down in utter defeat
*
or used in support of someone in need
sort of a bandage for when they bleed
not to further open that bleeding vein
but instead to help ease their pain
*
choosing sides in a battle of words
getting ready to sharpen that sword
do the words cut and maim and kill
does this battle give you a thrill
*
each side believing what they feel is truth
and it throbs like an abscessed tooth
not knowing what happened behind the scenes
and that not everything is as it seems
*
standing on the sidelines, watching the frey
knowing eventually someone will pay
with feelings hurt and standing alone
with vengeance saying you must
Poetry By MeWhy am I the one who is always ignored
Why am I the one who is easily forgotten
The one whose cries for help are never heard
The one whose acts of love are not appreciated
Why do the people I love turn away from me
Why am I always left with nothing but pain
Always left with a broken heart
Always left in uncertainty
Why do they act like they don't know me
Why do they act like I don't exist
Why do they choose to ignore me
Why do they choose to forget me When I look at you
I feel like you're too good for me
When I look at you
I feel lucky to have you as my friend
When I look at you
All my problems go away
It's like nothing else matters
When I look at you
I feel weak
When I look at you
I'm stunned by your beauty
When I look at you
I'm amazed by who you are
When I look at you
I fall in love On this night
I held you in my arms
Our eyes on each other
And a smile on your face
I gazed deep into your eyes
And our lips met with a kiss
I told you I lved you
And you
Poetry By Me...Time
Please don't let life slip away
further and further it turns to grey.
Even as darkness falls and the moon shines rays
No one calls and no one prays.
Spoken and unheard words of face,
Please don't go! Oh, please stay!
Light again we see in haze
not prepared on what to gaze.
Life erupts in highs and lows
When it ends, will anyone know...
Michelle D King
Copyright ©2007 Michelle D King
Sea Love
I thought I saw a ship set sail,
gliding over the sea.
But what it was I really saw
was just a hope for me.
Far away, your presence is
my light is dark to you.
Still I wait until the time,
always to remain true.
When my sun begins to set,
the rise you shall see.
Until the day, you come home,
and forever be with me.
Michelle D King
Copyright ©2007 Michelle D King
Lonely
Why did you hate me and push me away,
I loved you more with each passing day.
Your heart was gone and anger appeared,
I cried every night with bloodstained tears.
Poetry/short Story IdeasOver a year has passed since I last saw your face,
I never even though to utter a sylable of your name.
However, you haunt me in my most secret place,
I don't know why these feelings still remain.
We put each other through so much in so little time
The frustration, abuse, and pain.
I hate you for you took something of mine,
Yet I do not know why these feelings still remain Laying in the aftermath of my destruction
The dialtone still in my ear
My soul poured out all over the floor
A beauty thought to be endless
This angel of innocence and simplicity
Has a dirty face and an endless black soul
A lonely heart rots into a forgotten black lump
In the middle of this breakdown
In a world where there is no light,no hope
I feel the coldness sink into my skin
Nothing can ever go back to the way it was
Nothing in the world could ever spare the pain
Of those three small words.
If anyone can help me come uo with names for these help me out please :-) When you say my name,
PoetryBy: Alfred Noyes
The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding--
Riding--riding--
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door.
He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, and a bunch of lace at his chin;
He'd a coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of fine doe-skin.
They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to his thigh!
And he rode with a jeweled twinkle--
His rapier hilt a-twinkle--
His pistol butts a-twinkle, under the jeweled sky.
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred,
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter--
Bess, the landlord's daughter--
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
Dark in th
PoetryTrials of the human race
Current mood: apathetic
Why do we live in dispair?
Does this God not care?
The daily trials grow harder.
Is it through suffering we grow smarter?
Is life but a passing dream?
Or is the reality of a Godless death enough to make you scream?
But what if this is all a test?
A test for God to see your best?
Is life really just born, fuck, die?
Or when we die is it time to fly?
Confessions of a broken heart
Current mood: cold
Category: Life
Why is it that we fight? Do we fight to find our light? How can we go about living day to day? When you dont have any words to say. How can we put behind our past? When we knew it wouldn't last. So how can we walk our path? Without having feelings of Wrath? Maybe we are destined to fall. And if so who will save us all?
Death of a blackened soul
I call to you in my sleep
but in the end all i can do is weep
weep about the times we shared
when i dont think i can leave makes
PoetryWhy I left home
Screaming, chasing
Running, facing
I cannot stand
"Please no more!"
I cry out,
And hit the floor.
Legs kicking,
Arms flailing,
Trying to defend,
Always failing.
Crying now,
Not on the floor.
Anger spent,
I head for my door.
I'm on my bed,
Trying to forget my pain.
Why did mommy
Beat me again?
What did I do?
What was so bad?
Nothing, but
The bad grades I had.
Illusion or Reality
This looks like love
But can it be?
I can't tell
Because I can't see
My eyes are fine
Not so my heart
My light has gone
It's wholly dark
Every once a glimmer
Can I see
Is this illusion
Or reality?
I'm so confused
And lost right now
I want to love
But don't know how
My heart's been shattered
So many times
From this hole
I cannot climb
Give me love
Or give me peace
Then will my heart
Find its release
My Best Friend
Your voice is m
PoetsDylan Thomas (1914-1953)
Welsh poet and prose writer whose works are known for musical quality of the language, comic or visionary scenes and sensual images. Dylan Thomas died in the United States on a tour on November 9, 1953. His death resulted much from his alcoholism, which have gained mythic proportions. The Dylan Thomas Centre in Swansea even serves pints of Dylan's smooth ale. It has been claimed that the famous American famous songwriter and musician Bob Dylan, who was born Robert Allen Zimmerman, named himself after the Welsh poet, but Dylan himself had denied it.
"The hand that signet the paper felled a city;
Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath,
Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country;
These five kings did a king to death."
(from 'The Hand That Signed the Paper', 1936)
Dylan Thomas was born in the seaport town Swansea, West Glamorgan. His father, David John Thomas, was the senior English master at Swansea Grammar School, where Thomas was edu
PoetryWAIT
Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate . . .
And the Master so gently said, "Wait."
"Wait? you say wait?" my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By faith I have asked, and I'm claiming your Word.
"My future and all to which I relate
Hangs in the balance, and you tell me to wait?
I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign,
Or even a 'no' to which I can resign.
"You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord I've been asking, and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply."
Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate,
As my Master replied again, "Wait."
So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,
And grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting for what?"
He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine . . .
and He tende
PoetryStanding afar
waiting for her
gazing at stars
my anticipation
is a blur
as the seconds
near close
to seeing
the most
beautiful angel
fall to me
from a place
i will always
have faith
and know
she is my life
every time
i see her face
solar rain
blue/green
earth below
with heart
in tow
unknown force
suspended being
altered course
am i
still feeling
her pulse
stranded
destination
unknown
transmission
status
alone
nothing left
but regret
drifting
memories
of her
hurt
like one
last dying
breath
her pulse
my only
proof
my life
still exists
Poetrywhy can't I sleep
wind howls, thunder cracks
dreams of black
dreams of the unknown
the past haunts me
turning and turning
dont close my eyes
why cant I see
why cant I stop seeing
tears on my pillow
leave my mind
let me rest
give me back my life
give me dreams of another
So very very tired.
by Debra Ex why do you doubt me
why do you feel the need to change me
you test me
you test my love for you
you shut me in
you take away my breath
you smother me with your words
stop holding me
stop keeping me your prize
stop telling your lies
stop pretending you are real
stop living
get me the keys
let me free from these shackles
take the tape from my lips
let me speak my peace
let me go
you wont have me
you never did
by Debra Ex.
ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I.
We sit beside the headstone thus,
And wish that name were carved for us.
The moss reprints more tenderly
The hard types of the mason's knife,
As heaven's sweet life renews ea
PoetrySee him there alone
His midnight mind flashing
All circuits now blown
Here the darkness is crashing
Past rooms filled with the lost
And the memories of life
He is always the one to pay the cost
The who holds the knife
The moon strides across his face
And the shadows do caress
He knows he is finnaly in his place
Now he will never fold to the stress
Silvery sreams slip throuh the night
this man follows there path
His emotions hold him tight
Soon the world will feel his wrath
And maybe when his time is out
And darkness claims him forever
Then he might know what his life was about
Maybe then the world wil know him to have been clever
Robert Kelsey 5-11-05
PoetryTHE GREAT DRUM
THE circle of the Earth is the head of a great drum;
With the day, it moves upward -- booming;
With the night, it moves downward -- booming;
The day and the night are its song.
I am very small, as I dance upon the drum-head;
I am like a particle of dust, as I dance upon the drum-head;
Above me in the sky is the shining ball of the drumstick.
I dance upward with the day;
I dance downward with the night;
Some day I shall dance afar into space like a particle of dust.
Who is the Drummer who beats upon the earth-drum?
Who is the Drummer who makes me to dance his song?
THE CITIES OF WHITE MEN
THOSE men build many houses:
They dig the earth, and they build;
They cut down the trees, and they build;
They work always -- building.
From the elevation of the mountainside
I behold the clouds:
The clouds build many beautiful houses in the sky:
They build, and they tear down;
They build, and they dissolve. . . .
The cities o
Poetry By MeRevolution
....Re: To do again
........Volute: A spiral shape
............Tion: Denotes action
................................noituloveR
......................niaga od oT :eR
...........epahs larips A :etuloV
.......noitca setoneD ;noiT
Revolution
....Re: To do again
........Volute: A spiral shape
............Tion: Denotes action
................................noituloveR
......................niaga od oT :eR
...........epahs larips A :etuloV
.......noitca setoneD ;noiT
Revolution
....Re: To do again
........Volute: A spiral shape
............Tion: Denotes action
................................noituloveR
......................niaga od oT :eR
...........epahs larips A :etuloV
.......noitca setoneD ;noiT
Revolution
....Re: To do again
........Volute: A spiral shape
............Tion: Denotes action
................................noituloveR
......................niaga od oT :eR
...........epahs larips A :etuloV
....
PoetryRip the pain from my soul
Crumble my heart in two
Broken into bits
Lost within myself
Just a stranger inside
Shrinking down to nothing
A selfless fool
In the end everyone will know
I cant catch my breath
I cant listen to a word you say
Nothing but gibberish flow through my ears
Shallow pools of blood form under me
Slowly ripping away at my heart
Scratches form on my skin
A demon i hold within
Step out into the darkness
Step into my world
Get inside of me like never before
Take a piece of me and leave
Half dead half awake
Stranger... only a stranger Frigid to the core
Pain my only friend
Anger harbored deep inside
Trust me i will let you down
Allow you to fall
Show you the world you dont want
Take me in like poison
I'll lick my lips
Give you a kiss worth remembering
Then steal your soul
Course through your veins like a bad disease
Wish to forget me
Toxic blood pour from these wounds
Enchanting eyes put you under a spell
Naked inside
Break me again
Ma
PoetryThese eyes they grieve in pity for my heart. I have known the suffering of every tear utterly undone they fall. Will they remember the words I spoke? My gentle heart goes willingly with her, but I must remain here. Weeping, I then will speak of her again, and again, who to her heaven came so suddenly, leaving Love grieving here on earth with me…
To the high heaven she has gone, up to the realm where Angels dwell in peace, she lives with them now. To this world she bade farewell. Tis no degree of cold on her has won, nor of such heat as makes all others cease: it only was her goodness, great appeal. So did her shining humbleness excel, it passed the heavens with such wondrous worth, it moved to marvel the eternal Sire, so that a sweet desire pricked Him to call such worthiness from earth, and made her to himself go from down here: for when He saw this life of suffering had not been made for such a gentle thing…
Her gentle spirit, full of gentle grace, at last departed from her be
PoetryThe pain you bestowed upon me,
did nothing but increase my strength.
When you put me through constant misery,
it took my courage to greater length.
You tried to bring me down,
my spririt you almost did break.
In my depression I almost drown,
My sould you failed to take.
Without you, you said I would be nothing,
that you were certainly misktaken.
On my own I am certianly coping,
I can not be easily forsaken.
On my own, freedom I did gain,
your control on me you did lose.
My suffering and pain did wain,
while you lose your self in your booze.
Poetrypress
so i close my eyes, forever one more time
embrace the child inside the serenity deprived
plagued by the poison a remedy is clinched
slowly drawn within, hesitating to begin
so i hold it to my skin press the hate that lies within breeding masochistic sin
standing still inside i run, thoughts imitate a loaded gun pointed at the wicked one
look into the flesh and smile, leaving it there to bleed a while
filtering the things inside weeding out the things that hide
struggling to grasp the final consequence
the appeal thats failed on the flesh you see my sentence
but before i die inside, forever one last time to let the terror there subside
roaming in the shadow of the victims at my side, ive seen them fall around me
ive heard all their screams inside,
calling for the remedy the thoughts inside the gun
calling for the execution of who they call the wicked one
so i hold it to my skin press the hate that lies within
breeding masochistic sin
standing still in
PoetryMy ex cisco wrote this about me. When I broke up with him. Sad thing is this is my favorite poem of his. He has so much talent and it shows unfortunetly in a bad way in this one. lol.
Vengence
Did you think i wouldn't find him,
Wouldn't catch you in a lie?
Did you assume that I am stupid,
And forget that I would try
to unearth your secrets
using the clues from our past?
And now i've got your little bitch
and It's the end at last.
he's ugly and he's broken now
I've finally got my way.
can you hear him screaming now?
What is there left to say?
be glad I haven't found you yet
Your fate would be the same
a painful death in the hands of a lover
And only you are to blame.
See this river that flows from him?
It cleanses him of his sin.
And with his last shuddering breath
My plans for you begin.
First, I think, I'll take your eyes
You cannot covet if you can't see.
After that will come your fingers
that led to your atrocity.
A slice here, a tear there
Your skin
Poetry, Prose And Lit That Hits Me Deep!For those of you that don't read Roman Numerals I make sure I put the number in just for ya!!
Sonnet 19 William Shakespeare
XIX.
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,
And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O, carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
Yet, do thy worst, old Time: despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young.
I remember the first time I read this poem and realized that it defined to me what love should be.
Sonnet CXVI (116)-William Shakespeare
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. L
PoetryChoko
This final scene I'll not see |Sue ikki
to the end...my dream |mi hatenu yume no
is fraying. |hotsure kana Morts de Quatre-vingt-douze et de Quatre-vingt-treize,
Qui, pâles du baiser fort de la liberté,
Calmes, sous vos sabots, brisiez le joug qui pèse
Sur l'âme et sur le front de toute humanité ;
Hommes extasiés et grands dans la tourmente,
Vous dont les coeurs sautaient d'amour sous les haillons,
O Soldats que la Mort a semés, noble Amante,
Pour les régénérer, dans tous les vieux sillons ;
Vous dont le sang lavait toute grandeur salie,
Morts de Valmy, Morts de Fleurus, Morts d'Italie,
O million de Christs aux yeux sombres et doux ;
Nous vous laissions dormir avec la République,
Nous, courbés sous les rois comme sous une trique.
- Messieurs de Cassagnac nous reparlent de vous !
Arthur Rimbaud Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled
Poetry By Yerz Truly"AMEN"
Back in the day when the West was young,
Many songs of trial were heard n sung
All through the land – mighta busted a lung
These songs were bold, these songs were true
Many times just poppin' right outta the blue
But the words to these songs were very true
Many different races came out in to tune
And all through history
These songs were no mystery
They came about telling of the races' story
And still to this day
We hear their dismay
All the way down to the southernmost bay
Now just why is this?
Why do people hafta diss
All these social leaders comin' out from the mist?
All I've gotta say-
The gov's gotta have their way
Cuz if they don't, we people gotta pay
C'mon ev'rybody
Let's go and see
Just what we in the world can be
Love, affection, and harmony
Can result to the way things'll be-
Could possibly result to a life of glee
We can also be
Piss
PoetryJe me perds
dans vos beaux yeux
Je biseaute écarte
même si j'ai voulu essayer
Votre parfait
de chaque manière
La pensée de toi
fait juste mon jour
Vous êtes venus chez moi
des cieux ci-dessus
Vous avez volé dedans sur des ailes
mon ange de l'amour
Quand rien ne semble
pour aller tout à fait bien
et I plus
peut voir la lumière
Je considère
votre visage angélique
et je suis emporté
à un endroit bien meilleur
J'aime
chaque mot que vous avez dit
Vous me déplacez
comme le jeu de la musique I dans ma tête en ce monde des vérités fausses que je sais seulement une chose vraie j'abandonnerait tout
être juste avec toi.
The night I met you
in words only on a screen
I knew I had to have you
not only in my dreams!
The words that we have shared
have caused my heart to care
At first I was a little frightened
to share myself with you
but you showed me ways to
make my nights brighten
You loved my body over and over again
you took me to heaven and made me live again
PoetryThere was this bussinessman going away for a couple of weeks and he was worried that his wife would get horny and screw around on him. So he decided to go to a sex store and buy her a dildo. He arrived at the store and he looked at the toys and ask the store clerk if that was all he had. the clerk replied that he had a special toy he would like to show him. the clerk pulled out this really beautiful wooden box and opened it. the bussinessman said that looks like all the other dildos in here. oh no its very special. i call it the voodoo dick.watch and i'll show you how it works. the clerk said voodooo dick...door. the dildo rose up and flew to the key hole and started screwing the crap out of it. the door was shaking and the glass was cracking. the clerk said voodoo dick ...box. it flew back to box. the bussinessman said i'll take it. the clerk said he didn't want to sell it. so they haggled over it and the clerk finally said he would sell it for $700.00. the bussinessman said he woul
Poetry & Random ThoughtsI had hopes and I had dreams
What happened to all of those?
They've been misplaced it seems
So my pain I've wrought in prose
I used to be so full of life
I was talented and strong
Now I'm just a sort of wife
My life's gone terribly wrong
I do have joys~ and oh so real
I have my babies to love
If not for them I could not heal
Thanks to God above
I need more than this you see
I've no love~ no respect
That which was truly me
I've lost the will to protect
Every day was hopeful, bright
Every moment cherished.
Gone since he is always right
The light of me has perished
Head held low, eyes downcast
Don't argue. Don't stand up.
Every moment could be your last
Can't I be strong enough?
Hold me close is all I want.
Endearments wouldn't be so bad.
Instead I've looks that burn and haunt
a heart so empty, sad.
Tell me what I have to do
Your reasons so hard to peg
Don't take the little that's left of me
Please don't make me beg It is so cold....can't 't be
PoetyNever wanting more then...
To open my arm's to you as you open the door at night,
Laying next to you while holding each other tight.
Never wanting more then...
To share with you what i dream,
Together we make a perfect team.
Never wanting more then,
To listen and share.
Never wanting more then,
To alway's love and care.
For You forever.
Never wanting more then...
YOU.
Inspired by Chad
Copyrighted 2005
By Jennifer (hottlilsassy) The kind of mother I have choose to be,
Is the same kind who raised me.
Understanding with gentle hands to wip away your tear,
Still stong enough to scare away the ugly monster we fear.
She's alway's you'r mom and your friend,
No matter what her love does not bend.
Yet when we need picked up, dusted off and put on our feet,
Mom is there putting us back on the right street.
Just don't forget mom's have heart too,
Sometimes they need to hear " I LOVE YOU "
For all the special memories we have made,
All the homework you
Poetry/writingIn your life you make mistakes. You fall into "LOVE" with people, to only discover it wasn't really "LOVE".
You hurt people who you never wanted to, and some because they hurt you.
Marriage isn't what it used to be.
I know thE LOVE my Grandparents had for one another still is out there, but is very rare.
You can have your fairy tale wedding, only to realize your Prince Charming was Jafar in disguise.
About the time you've completely given up on LOVE, True LOVE slaps you in the face!
A wedding in GODS HOUSE, does NOT make a marriage.
There is a such thing as "A Match Made In Heaven". Its only that your given 1 life time to find your match.
Your Soul Mate is the one person you would have never expected.
You can give up on LOVE, but LOVE does NOT give up on you.
If you LOVE someone let them know, chances are, they LOVE you too!
There is a such thing as "LOVE At First Sight", It's the second, third and fourth time that makes it flouri
Poetry CornerDarkness, Within and Without
When all the words rehearsed are gone,
and lost within the silence;
the beauty of the moments past
are seen thru dreams of violence.
Imposters masked as Strength and Pride
move cautiously thru the streets,
precious uncertainties subdue the mind
absorbed in where they shall meet.
The fragile and the anxious ones
are softened now and quiet,
the torment and the passions sought
bring sin and shadowed riots.
© copyright KG. 2007 Time passes.
Life happens.
Distance separates.
Children grow up.
Jobs come and go.
Love waxes and wanes.
Men don't do what they're supposed to do.
Hearts break.
Parents die.
Colleagues forget favors.
Careers end.
BUT - Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how many miles are between you. A girlfriend is never farther away than needing her .
When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you have to walk it by yourself, the women in your life will be on the valley'
PoetryThe Game...
IT'S ALL A GAME,
IT'S ALL A PLAY.
YOU MESS WITH MY MIND
AND FUCK WITH MY HEAD.
YOU SAY ONE THING,
BUT WHAT YOU DO ISN'T THE SAME.
YOU PLAY A GAME OF HIDE AND SEEK,
YOU SHOW ONE CHEEK
AND TURN THE OTHER AWAY,
IN HOPES OF HIDING YOUR DEVIL-LIKE GRIN
WHICH SHOWS THE WICKED WEBS
THAT YOUR SO INTENT TO SPIN.
YOU SAY YOUR THE MASTER
OF THE GAME,
WELL NOW IT'S MY TURN TO PLAY.
I'LL SHOW YOU THE MASTER,
I'LL FUCK WITH YOUR HEAD.
YOU THINK YOUR SO GOOD,
BET ME AND LOSE.
IT'S MY TURN TO HURT,
IT'S MY TURN TO TAINT.
I'M THE MASTER
AND IT'S YOUR TURN TO PAY.
SO WHAT DO YOU THINK,
HOW DO YOU FEEL?
IS IT A GAME,
OR IS IT FOR REAL?
Cardinal Malfunction...
I can do it, just this once.
I can let go, just enjoy this cardinal lust.
His kisses are ravenous, searing my flesh.
My body screams, it's losing control.
My senses soar, higher and higher.
He knows just where to touch, to make me roar.
I feel euphoric, white-hot lightening expodes.
The
Poetry"THE POEM OF MYSELF"
I AM A POEM
NO ONE CARES TO READ
COMPOSED ON UGLY PAPER
WITH BEAUTIFUL WORDS,
WORTHY OF A GLANCE
FROM THOSE WHO
TURN THEIR HEADS AWAY
AND GORGE THEMSELVES
IN THE VERSES OF OTHERS
I CANNOT COMPETE WITH,
(I WILL SURELY LOSE IN
THE COMPETITION OF LIFE)
AND WILL NEVER BE PUBLISHED
IN THE BOOK OF WORTHINESS;
FOR NOW I'LL REMAIN
CRUMPLED IN LONELINESS
NEAR THE TRASH--
WHERE I SOMETIMES
FEEL I BELONG.
...Heather K
I wrote this a couple years ago when I got my first tattoo.
"A BORN ADDICT"
OTHERS SMOKE
WHILE OTHERS DRINK
I MYSELF PREFER THE INK
ADORN THE CANVAS OF MY SKIN
THE PAIN BECOMES MY NEWFOUND FRIEND.
OTHERS MAY PLACE ART UPON THEIR WALLS
OF MAJESTIC MOUNTAINS OR OF WATERFALLS
BUT NO MONET OR DA VINCI WILL I INVEST
JUST PLACE YOUR ETERNAL ART UPON MY CHEST
OTHERS MAY FROWN AT GETTING TATTOOED,
THINKING IT'S SOMETHING CRAZY OR LEWD,
BUT THOSE WHO DESPISE THEM ARE TOTALLY NUTS,
I WAS ONCE AN INK-V
Poetryit was as if time stood still
and from the mist she arose
she had eyes as blue as the ocean
and her hair was like a red sunset sky
her lips were soft as silk
her skin smooth as a newborn baby
when she spoke it was like a choir of angels
her voice could calm the winds
and her smile could even melt the sun
then she turned and looked into my eyes
and said yes i do, till death do us part
then the most beautiful thing happened
she produced the most beautiful child
with sky blue eyes
hair brighter than the sun
a smile that even melts ice
they are my angels and the women of my life
PoetryIt does not depend on "Luck"
It depends on what we do with it,
how we approach it...
how we distinguish between wants and needs--
and most of all...
how much of ourselves we put into it,
Into making it better not only for ourselves
but for whom we share in it with.
"LOVE" the awareness of it is usually unknown
the sounds of it around us;
is what calls us to life beyond understanding,
beyond indifference, and beyond unconcern...
Love reminds us to live.
This is the time when the parts of us,
that are so fragile...
become most vulnerable;
recollection of past moments and the tears.
This is the time you look for hope,
relieve yourself of all doubt...
It is the time to resurrect the words,
"I LOVE YOU"
and let it take on a new kind of meaning.
Yes, because it never dies “True Love"
it goes on living in us.
Love seems so cruel, so purposeless at times,
but it's not.
Love is what alerts two lovers to life---
just when we have grown tired of it
ourselves, perhaps,
PoetryIf I screamed "I hate you",
Every day for the rest of our lives,
Would you believe me?
Would you see that I mean something else?
Would you even hear me?
If I whispered "I love you",
Every day for the rest of our lives,
Would you believe me?
Would you see I mean it with every beat of my heart?
Would you even hear me?
If I told you "I miss you",
Every day for the rest of our lives,
Would you believe me?
Would you see how much my heart breaks when we're apart?
Would you even hear me?
If I sang "I'll always be here for you",
Every day for the rest of our lives,
Would you believe me?
Would you see it was my corny way of being true?
Would you even hear me?
If I cried "I don't want to lose you",
Every day for the rest of our lives,
Would you believe me?
Would it keep you here with me?
Would you even hear me? If I close my eyes,
I can still see those gorgeous eyes of yours.
If I breathe deeply,
I can still smell your cologne on your skin.
If I listen closely
Poetry BlogsDon't Get Down, Turn Around
People may say you are a piece of shit,
That's because they don't even know a little bit.
Some people may try to get you down,
Turn around and picture them as a clown.
When life gets rough,
Think of all the good stuff.
Even if you think your out of hope,
Don't fall down just climb that damn rope.
It may seem like your life needs to end,
But, you need to think of your family and friends.
Your life isn't just abou you,
So, don't worry about all of the blues.
Life is a precious thing,
You never know what it might bring.
Plus, what do you think will happen if you die,
I bet you a lot of your loved one's would cry.
By: Chris Parker
02/10/07
8:41 PM - 1 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment
PoetryPicking At Scabs With Ambition
A piece of meat
that questions itself
flopping and twitching freakishly
infected with conscience
and distansend, we burn
and smile more than we should
walking to the nearest liquor store
we trip a wrong turn
and dream what cockroaches
DREAM
Chugging Clorox Bleach
she whispers with her eyes
her neck turns to far
and I hear bottleglass
scraping across the pavement
picking at scabs with ambition
to bleed
my vomit slithers toward you
rubbing your ass across the grass
moaning obscenitys
gangrape is an ARTFORM
my cock is cold and loves to cut you
pull it tight around my throat
and masterbate this slowburn
I want to bleed you,
FUCK you, kill you, love you
blessed be the sun.
D.R. The Kite String Pops
The God machine is hungry
for individualism and ripe brains
the skull farmers do their rain dance
and pray the machine falls to sleep
she holds me close
and whispers wet
"there are cannibals among us."
mad in love with dry
PoetryA little girl in a shell of a woman unknown.
Vulnerability through hazelblue eyes betrayingly shows.
Who is this woman staring back? Strong, independant, yet crying inside.
Heartache, unsurity, a shattered soul... Things the woman is afraid to let others know.
Stubborn and insecure. Putting up barriers to hide this fear.
Dirty, defiled... unworthy to be God's child. Ashamed afraid.. Having shattered nightmares again.
Caring, kind, everyone else on the mind. Love of others strong, but not of herself.
The weight of the world she's always taking on.
Hiding behind Masks, afraid to let anyone in.
Things forever hidden behind the reflection of the woman in the mirror. My eyes have been opened, my purpose is clear.
No longer am I enslaved to myself, no longer am I chained to my fears.
My Masks are hung up, though I have not left the stage.
A new character is born out of an old familiar ones return.
A boldness is shown, a confidence never before seen.
A grace, a poise, al
PoetryWhile cleaning some stuff in my garage I came across this. I wrote it about 7 years ago in response to a fucked up situation that of course involved a female. So far its the biggest situation of unrequited feelings I've ever been in. How the hell this thing has lasted so long and I just find it now I have no clue but since the paper is yellow and falling apart and everything figure I better type it out before it gets lost..although how it didn't get burnt or thrown away like everything else I wrote then is still a mystery
Cell
I am wandering and lost
In this cold dark cell
Feeling forever trapped
In my own personal hell
I go through bad times
when my world get ripped apart
But it is a worse time now
Cause this cell is my heart
My heart as my cell
Is a fact of pure irony
Cause its in a heart
One's supposed to feel love and be happy
Each time my heart broke
I had a chance to escape
But something kept me in
Making me feel my hope was raped
I wach and I sta
PoetryTurn off the lights,
Come close to me.
Let's make it a night
Of Loves sweet ecstacy.
Bodies and souls intertwined,
Feeling of flying beneath the skin.
Our hearts begin to combine,
Relesing teh passion from within.
Whispers of love so sweet,
Moans of erotic pleasure.
Eye to eye we meet,
Knowing our love is rare treasure.
Turn off the lights,
Come close to me.
Let's make it a night,
Of loves sweet ecstacy.
Sherry D. Parrish
Oct. 28, 2003 As the night slowly fades away,
I sat and wondered what my life meant today.
I sat to watch my children play,
Listened to the things they say.
Those about tose dear to my heart,
Especailly those who are far apart.
Thought about thelove you give to me,
Always there, always free.
Now I know that my life today,
Was special in so many ways.
Sherry D. Parrish
Nov. 5, 2003 Love is like a gentle breeze,
That flows throughout eternity.
Some
Poetry Mother In LawYou are the mother I recieved
The day I wed your son ,
And I just want to thank you , mom
fr the loving things you've done.
You've given me a gracious man
whith whom I share my life.
You are his lovely mothere
and I his lucky wife.
You used to pat his little head
and now I hold his hand.
you raised in love a little boy
and then gave me the man.
PoetryWhat ever happen to young love
where we used to hold hands and
think that was all we had to do
we didnt expect anything out of
one another, We lived today for
what it was, we live like there
would never be a tomorrow. Now that
young love is gone. Theres to many
factors. Like how much one loves the
other. and who loves who more. its not
like we were in grade school. where a note
meant that you would be together forever.
Nothing last forever, we find that out
as we grow up. Love is supposted to make
the heart swell, but in most cases it lets
us down. Most of us wear our hearts on our
sleeves. but that means when we do that
we open ourselves to be hurt. Can anyone tell
me what happened to Young Love? why do i feel this way
why wont the hurt abide
why cant i just stop feeling
would not feeling make it
any easier? the thoughts that
go on in my mind, take me back
to another time. When days were
carefree, and i never wanted for
anything. but someone to call
PoetryIn Your Arms
4-22-07
Friends come and friends go
I’ve had many before and after you
But there is one thing I know
Without you I wouldn’t know what to do
Happy I never seem to be
I never feel that special way
I’m always sad without you and me
I just don’t know how or what to say
You are the only one that makes me happy anymore
You know me better than anyone knows me
You don’t know how much of you I adore
You always set my heart and soul free
All I wish to do is to be able to show you how much you mean to me
The only thing better then telling to you will be holding in your arms
Good Morning
3-30-07
Fall asleep next to me
Fall asleep in my arms
Fall asleep with my kiss
Fall asleep knowing
I will be there all night
And wake you
With the same kiss
In the morning
I love you
From here to eternity
Now to forever
Always to ever
Do not dream of me
For I will not dream of you
Dream of us always
Things to come true
Kiss me once more
Good night
PoetryThoughts of you.
I often think of you when I see the stars in the sky.
They remind me of how your eyes sparkle.
I often think of you when the sun shines high.
It reminds me of your warm touch.
I often think of you when the gentle breeze blows.
It reminds me of your caressing words.
I think of you all day long.
I long for your touch, your smile, your voice.
The simple thought of your presents warms my soul.
You are my life.
You are my breathe, my soul.
Without you I am but a shell.
Whatever life may hand me I know I can withstand.
As long as I have you in my heart,
I know I can withstand any storm.
When a tear streams down my cheek,
You are the one to wipe it away.
You are my strength when I am weak.
You are the heart that beats within me.
You make me whole.
That is why my thoughts of you bring me joy.
Our Paths Have Crossed Again
I always knew that our paths would cross again.
I just never knew how or when.
You have always been on my mind.
I just never kn
Poetry/songsI love you for so many reasons And I love you in so many ways I love you thru all of the seasons I love you more than these words can say. If some day you find yourself Alone and free at last I hope and pray it's me you call For the dream to come to pass. And if that day should never come When I can say your are finally mine My eternal love will not come undone To deny that would be my crime So I end this with an "I love you" And pray you know this to be true I was born for one reason, Tammie That to be the man loving you.. As I sit here and slowly close my eyes
I take another deep breath
And feel the wind pass through my body
I'm the one in your soul
Reflecting in the light
Protect the ones who hold you
Cradling your inner child
I need serenity
In a place where I can hide
I need serenity
Nothing changes, days go by
Where do we go when we just don't know
And how do we relight the flame when it's cold
Why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing
And when will we l
Poetryi want my heart back
should have never given it away
want my heart back
cant stand the fighting everyday
give it back to me i'm begging you
i want my heart back
those words you said must not have been true
i hate you today for the pain you put me through
i hate you today because i dont know what to do
i hate you today because i cant stop loving you
and i hate you today because i cant hate you
i want my heart back
should have never given it away
want my heart back
cant stand the fighting everyday
give it back to me i'm begging you
i want my heart back
those words you said must not have been true
i loved you back then when everything seemed right
i loved you back then when we never seemed to fight
i loved you back then when we didnt want to say goodbye
and i loved you back then when you didnt make me cry
i want my heart back
should have never given it away
want my heart back
cant stand the fighting everyday
give it back to me i'm begging you
i want my h
~*~poetry Hour~*~~*~Pitiful Damnation~*~
The expiration of my destination,
leaves a bitter taste on my tongue.
Choking on your placebo pill,
while postulating what is real.
Your diabolic contagion,
is execrably constraining.
In this oblivion,
I'm debating.
Your obscurantism is getting old,
I'm too mawkish for your mavern lies!
You can dance with Hades and sell your soul,
but with your insentience could never look me in the eye!
A pitiful damnation in your approximation,
when the stakes are too high and your love runs cold.
The approbation of your friends,
cynical enough I'm at my wits end!
Written By: Kelly Lynn McAllister ©
4/16/2007 ~*~Dear Precursor~*~
The perpetual existence of your gazing lust,
Leaves me with a cynical trust.
Loves decadence,
is but a small fray.
In the eyes of a nefarious being,
oblivious of their own words sway.
So oblige me dear precursor,
Indulge me with your forecast and constrain.
My life is a monologue,
Found
Poetry From A Crazy PersonMy mind has gone, so long, have a nice trip.
I've lost control of my brain again.
My brain just twitches and my arsehole itches
but I won't scratch it beacuse I'm scared that I might lose my hand.
I was irritaed that my thought were unrelated,
I got so paranoid my bowles closed tight and I was constipated.
I cannot say that drugs are bad, it's my mind that has gone wrong;
goodbye brain, so long.
Sometimes when I wake up I find I've lost my bed
and all the birdies flying around my head are dead.
My feet look like bananas and my bananas all look square.
I think I'll start a themepark in my hair.
Please do not laugh at me I do not understand humour.
My girlfriend's not a blow-up doll, that's just a rumour.
But walks like a penquin and talks like a gorilla
and has all the sex apeal of a backing dancer out of Thriller. Swinging and swinging,I'm happy, I'm singing
as I swing higher into the sky.
Reaching such heights where the eagles take flight
I jump from the swing and
Poetic RamblingsYou truly are an incredible gift to me. Sent exactly when I needed you, filling a void like no one else in the world could fill. You brought back a certain joy to my life that I really had let slip by the wayside. You dried up tears even when you couldn't reach out and wipe them away, and you turned frowns back into smiles without even having to touch my lips. You touched me before you met me, before you really knew me. That touch burns an eternal flame of friendship and love, a shared affection and compassion. If the unthinkable were to happen and your beautiful light was gone from this world, I could go on knowing that what we share is real and that everything you have given me will last. I will never doubt you, my dear friend, and I will never leave you to walk the roads alone. Reach out your hand and you will find me there, our souls together on that dusty road.
Kristen Anderson 6/18/2007 Masterpiece (January 2001)
If while I sleep you could see
My thoughts tucked away nice
PoetryGoodbye
My hair blows in the wind as I stand on this ledge.
Looking at what is below me.
Ready to be my death.
Knowing all I need to do is take a step to plummet to my death.
My eyes fall upon the sun set in the distance.
It will be my last view at those wonderful colors.
The pinks playing with the purple and red.
Red reminding me at what is at hand.
Reminding me that my last breath will be whispering your name.
Forgive me for what I have done wrong.
I never wanted it to end.
But I had to, I love you
Goodbye
My Body
My body twinges in pain.
Another day of abuse.
More hits and bruises to cover.
But in the end you always apologize.
I forgive and let myself go to you.
A week later my mind races
I see you coming at me with a knife.
I know better then to run
You’ll only hurt me more
I stay still as you cut my clothes off
I know what lies ahead.
Take Me
I lay naked in front of you, shivering and crying.
My heart racing not knowing what is next.
You
Poetic Releaseif a soul could sing what would you hear?
if a heart could paint what would you see?
if emotion could write what would you read?
if true hope could be found would you share it with me? many voices great and small
make a song of the whole
if you should listen you will hear
a song that sings within your soul i will have some poems coming up once i can find them once i recover my notepad ill post a few
Poetry In MotionHere I am, here to serve your every need. Here I am, to show you the great places that you have never been before. Here I am, to hold you and to be your shoulder to cry on. And here I am, to give you all the love that I have and to support you. Just look at you. With a smile on your face that will make me smile too. I wish I could just reach out and touch you, grab onto your hand and walk together side by side. I will do whatever you ask of me. For I pledge my life and my love to you. I love you so much, and I am so lucky to have you.
(Another blog dedication to Christopher McConathy) What is in my mind right about now? Well a lot of things actually. I have just graduated from a community college here in Michigan and I'm going on to a University. But thing is, I have to tread lightly bcuz of a couple of stories that I have heard from friends. But that does not matter, all it matters is that I'm doing my business and that is how I will leave it at that. Plus, the love of my life, (Ch
PoetryNever
I get so close
but yet so far to being truly happy
And then I speak to you
Then I go back to my old self
you make me so crazy
I am almost 20 years old
you make me feel like I am two
I don't want to be near you anymore
I wish I could hate you
But no matter what I will still love you
nothing you can do will change that
But sometimes you make me want to die
Sometimes I feel worthless when I am with you
I don't feel good about my self around you
It's like being in a bubble of negativity
But I can't break the bubble
The friends that I love are slowly breaking it
But you make it come back
never am I going to be happy when I am with you
Jessica L. Harper
Poetrydark desires
fulfill me
as i sit before
the screen
and wonder
tender fire
flowing across
my skin
as i seek answers
to end my pain
that entraps my heart
for so long
i find no escape
just eternal damnation
my failings
my shrowd
if only i could
touch my light
once more
to know its
soothing touch
but alas
i have no mercy
and must continue to suffer
locked in isolation
no ending near
FLY BACK TO ME
MY ANGEL
here i sit before the fire
gazing into is infinite flame
longing to hold the one dear to me
to have them in my arms
to feel there kiss upon my lips
the sight of her eyes making me tremble
to be lost in such beauty
to enjoy the closeness
alas here i am amid the flames
barren and broken
for i have no such love
a deepness rolls into my world
my heart fails to beat
for i am alone and lost
in the endless stars
always drifting away
from my dearest love
never knowing her feel
its a darken hell
i am forsaken too
may the light return to
PoetryI roam the earth on the edge of twilight
my dreams of you woke me this night....
Our bodies entwined in this lovers embrace
my soul ablaze, I touch your face
The light sent of vanilla fills the air
I run my fingers through your hair
Your soft lips on mine
our time so divine
Gentle moans escaping your lips
my hand swirling up the curves of your hip.....
Wakening at a start
feeling the beat of your heart
Reaching to the darkness, I find your not here
closing my eyes, you still feel so near
It all felt so real, our dance
I wonder if we will ever get our chance
Rising from my bed
I try to clear my head............
Visions of your beauty it seems
will forever be lost in my dreams
From the depths of twilight I stride
Timeless beings at my side
My footfalls make not a sound
to the earth forever bound
A mere mortal was bred
at this crossroad life shed
In my chest a heart once beat
no more my soul complete
God like in my form
A raging thunderstorm
Pure power I d
PoetryI'm happiest when most away
I can bear my soul from its home of clay
On a windy night when the moon is bright
And the eye can wander thru worlds of light
When I am not and none beside
Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky
But only spirit wandering wide
Thru infinite immensity.
Untitled By Emily Bronte
Poetry By MeThey say we don't fall in love, it rises through us.
Yeah, like vomit rises through us.
That's what love is, this vile fluid ripping your insides out.
Makes your world spin out of control.
Maybe love is this gross event.
Sometimes it hurts, other times it hurts beyond belief.
Your heart is pounding, you can't breathe, you can't think.
It always happens when you least need or want it to.
When it hits you it is scary and hard to control.
Even when you expect it, you are never really ready.
Afterwards you feel sick and yet relieved.
Still spinning, not sure what is coming next.
Domenique Nicole Marsico
Copyright ©2007 Domenique Nicole Marsico
Sadness consuming like madness.
Mind racing, what do I do?
It's over, we are through.
I have this mask to hide this sadness,
I fake my smile to disguise my madness.
Will I survive this?
Can I forget his kiss?
I won't be alone, someone is always near,
It helps me to forget this foolish fear.
This hard to control
PoetryAs time passes by
I still remembeer the past
I know I should be happy
I know I should be glad
But all I could do is be sad
I still remember the time
That we had each other
The day I felt glad
But as time past
We can't live in the past
Things didn't go our way
But still had that time
If I could stop the time
I would to the time
The day I felt glad
Time is passing
And I know that so
I know and so I am I
Just remember me always
You know that I
Remember you too
No mater how much time pass
I will be back by your side
Just let this time pass
Just don't let it die
Hope
I Hope when you read this
tears don't come falling from your eyes
these thing I have to say
I hope it dosen't make you cry
I know you no longer with me
I hope you doing fine
my love for you is eternal
and know this
It will never die
I hope to see you again
later some other time
I hope you can forgive me
for all those bad times
I hope that when I see you
I hope you stop and say "hi
PoetryI want to tell that little boy his Mom will be just fine
I want to tell that dad we got his daughter out in time
I want to tell that wife her husband will be home tonight
I don't want to tell it like it is, I want to tell them lies
You didn't put their seat belts on, you feel you killed your kids
I want to say you didn't ... but in a way, you did
You pound your fists into my chest, you're hurting so inside
I want to say you'll be OK, I want to tell you lies
You left chemicals within his reach and now it's in his eyes
I want to say your son will see, not tell you he'll be blind
You ask me if he'll be OK, with pleading in your eyes
I want to say that yes he will, I want to tell you lies
I can see you're crying as your life goes up in smoke
If you'd maintained that smoke alarm, your children may have woke
Don't grab my arm and ask me if your family is alive
Don't make me tell you they're all dead, I want to tell you lies
I want to say she'll be OK, you didn't t
PoetryAnd these pills take me farther now,
Away from my own breath,
My words are choking in my throat,
My thoughts are all a mess,
I feel my heartbeat slowing,
And my vision starts to dim,
I see my life before my eyes,
And then I start to grin,
The world is growing colder now,
I'm leaving it behind,
Just as it has left me here,
As I meet my self demise...
Justin Weist
Copyright ©2007 Justin L Weist
And no one see's me here, So alone and out of place,
No more hints of smiles, that once played on my face,
This ghost of who was, here before, he never even laughs,
This shell that used, to hold this man, now more brittle then glass,
So take that hammer, off its shelf, and smash it in my face,
And break this one last, piece of me, that ties me to this place,
I know you say you cant, you wont, dont want to hurt me now,
But that would be a blessing, next to, sticking this all out,
Cause all I wanted, in this world, I have to do without
PoetryI found you under a tree
You just looked at me
Knowing exactly how to set me free
Thats when you and I became we
My heart flutered at every kiss
The way our lips fit together
I knew I was going to miss
Those kisses that felt like feathers
Your hands roam my body
Touching my skin like you've known me forever
Our movements felt naughty
Even though it was always my surrender
Then to see you leave with her
My mind remembered what I am
Something that can never compare
For I am just a simple little lamb
For I will always be a substitue lover
There till something better comes
Always good, but not forever
Ant the one good enough for some
Your kisses make me shiver
Your touch makes want to moan your name
Your body against me shakes my core
You deep in me makes me go into a world of extasy
Feeling you all over is all I ever want
Feeling you penetrate my mind makes me want you more
Feeling you touch my cold heart makes me melt
Knowing
PoetryNever did anyone quite understand;
This girl before you is not what she seems.
The scars on her arms are the SOS,
And the look in her eyes is just a cute disguise.
The swing of her hips,
And the curve of her lips
As she whispers venomous words:
"I love you."
She'll always haunt you.
Sensual enough to draw you in,
Like a moth to the flame;
But get too close and you'll–
Burn, Burn, Burn
Like all those saints before you on the cross.
Her anger will kill all around her,
All who love and all who hate her.
But her fears and depression
Make you want to take her home
As a little lost kitten,
Oh, you didn't see?
The kitten is a tiger!
And she'll claw right to your heart,
But still you're lured
To her curves and her words.
No wonder we all love her so.
She is after all…
A Gorgeous Massacre.
PoetryMonth One
MOMMY
I am only 4 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.
Month Two
Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.
Month Three
You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.
Month Four
Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.
Month Five
You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby M
Poetry And ThoughtsThere are times when the days pass slowly,
Sitting here looking forward to our next visit.
I sit in amazement at how my feelings have grown,
From our beginning conversations to today.
You have grown to fill a place in my heart,
It was a place that had been empty for so long.
Now it is filled with a joy and peace,
That had been missing for a long time.
A feeling of having a friend to share living with,
This is something I thought would never be mine.
Soon more chances to be companions will be here,
No more to wonder at when we will get chances to be together.
Do you have any idea at how much I look forward to it,
It will mean that I have my Best Friend near.
For you have become that to me Honey,
Thank you for all that you are.
By INXS421 05/28/07 A walk on the beach, sounds of waves caressing the shore,
The one I long for, too far away to enjoy this with me.
The smell of the salt air floating on the breeze,
900 miles away she is, missing her at times
Poetry From Nemesis The NazereneThings heat up as the water runs down our flesh
We're fueled by the sexual excitement
And the steam from the shower slowly takes our breath
Engaged in everlasting enlightenment....
Running my tongue in a downward direction
Reaching your most sexiest place
Kissing and licking until your expression
Tells me the sex can't wait...
So with my erection I enter your body
With each thrust you respond with a moan
Sexing in the shower, a power so godly
As the orgasm takes over our bones
We turn off the water, and dry ourselves off
Wishing that we had some more headroom
We smile as we envision another swell thought
And we make our way to the bedroom...
Nemesis the Nazerene@ CherryTAP
Poetry From MePLEASE HELP ME WIN THE EYE CONTACT CONTEST....
I AM JUST ASKING FOR AT LEAST 20 VOTES... I WILL RETURN THE LOVE.... THANKS...
WHITE ICING
If I could have just one wish,
I would wish for a man…...
Who gets butterflies when he hears
my name, he would not kiss and tell,
he would care about how I feel instead
of playing with my emotions,
he would be content to just be able to hold me,
he would listen when I talk, wipe away
my tears when I’m crying, think I’m
beautiful when I’m wearing sweats,
give me his jacket when I am cold,
tickle me just to hear me laugh,
smile when I walk into the room,
like to stay home just to cuddle and watch movies,
he wouldn’t lie to me about where he’s been,
he would say “I love you” first because he’s not afraid,
and he wouldn’t give a damn about my imperfections,
he would love me more for them.
If I could have just one wish,
My wish would be……
To wake up to this man everyday,
hear the sound of his breath on my neck,
PoetrySilent night, walking all alone on the beach while bright moon
light falls on me and thinking of my beloved wife.
We may be miles apart from each other but our love and affection
bring us close to each other.
I know it is not easy to love someone from a distance
but my thoughts brings us together
Her love blended with sincerity and I find it hard to define.
Dreaming my love is wonderful and it makes me so happy.
I feel she is close to me always and walks beside me.
I can hear that she calls me and doesn't give up on me.
Forgives my mistake and always invite me in to her hearts.
Loves me for who I am. She quits my fears and raises my spirits.
Always say nice things about me, Understand me, values me.
Her soul with love strengthens me and my heart reminds me
how much I love her and how much I miss her.
Only a fool
would deeply treasure
every speck of dust
that covered the paper
which represented
a place we would go
Enclosed in plastic
surrounded by intensity
it
PoetryHush now,
Don't make a sound,
Close your eyes,
Silence,
Let it enfold you,
Shh,
Hush,
Let yourself fall,
Forever silent.
I Remember,
Opening My Eyes,
Seeing And Hearing News,
Crying,
I Remember,
My Heart Overflowing With Pain And Mourning,
My Prayers Endless,
Hurt,
I Remember,
The Shock,
How Many Lives Were Lost,
Hundreds Dead,
For One Man's Evil,
I Remember,
Hoping,
Praying That Families Have Found Their Own,
Pain,
I try to think clearly,
My mind in tatters,
I'm a prisoner in my own hell,
Black roses laid upon my grave.
All I see is black,
And all that I touch crumbles,
I shrink away from sunlight,
And my wounds won't heal.
I try to save myself,
My attempts in vain,
I'm trapped in my despair,
Black roses laid upon my grave.
All I see is black,
And all I love dies,
I shrink away from love,
And my wounds won't heal.
Poetry And Short Stories !!A blonde walks into a home improvement store and buys a bath.
Two days later she returns to the store and asks to speak to the manager, as the manager approaches she tells him her bath is faulty and that all the water keeps leaking out of the plughole.
But madam he says did you buy a plug with it , enquires the blushing manager.....
You bastard replies the blonde you never told me it was electric.
Why do women blink their eyes in the morning...?
Because they havent got nuts to scratch !!!
Poetry Written For MeMORE THAN A FRIEND
Roses that glooms
Light that shines
Bliss You bring show
That you are more than a friend
My eye has seen for real
A splendid queen like you
Your hair is dark like coal
Your love is your goal
The ray in your eyes show
She is more than a friend
The sun will worship
The moon will adore
The star twinkle to celebrate
Even your marvelous smile show
That you are more than a friend
Comely birds sing for praise
Tender wind convey your message
Mountain water fall portray your beauty
Even felicity of today shows
You are more than a friend
your the light that brightens my day love alot
taz
check him out ladies he writes beautifully xoxo she came into my life
like a speeding arrow
she struck my heart
at full speed, I fell
before I realized anything
I was on the ground
crawling on hands and knees
I fell hard for her
it became a moment of clarity
and a moment of confusion
she took my breath away
that is when I knew
PoetryStop talking
Just kiss me
I want to feel your lips
against mine
and let your hand
run through my messy hair.
I want you to hold me
like you always do.
And let me feel safe in your arms.
Just quit delaying
and kiss me. kisses in the rain
sweet togetherness
the world just seems to stop
kisses in the rain
its not the kiss that get me
and im not turn on by the rain
its just knowing im with you
kisses in the rain
eyes closed tight
hands held in a loose grip
yet that soft lean to meet
means so much
kisses in the rain
sweet and simple
romantic at the least
but yet something so simple means so much
and reminds me of you
Fly
Ask unwanted questions then walk away
(Together)
from the faded faces of yesterday.
(the future holds forever.)
Hold your head high.
(Together.)
Don’t hesitate.
Don’t wait.
Fly...
As the clouds open and divide;
as the tears stain your cold state,
let me hold you: let your heart inside
my mind.
I’m
PoetryIron Horse Cowboy
=================
Grips instead of reins, Tires instead of hooves
Gas instead of hay, Growl instead of snort
My horse is Japanese steel, And my range is the Interstate 15.
I'm an Iron Horse Cowboy in the Southern California haze
My steed stays in the parking lot
instead of left in a field to graze.
Always at the ready, saddled by default
My horse of Japanese steel is ready. . .a twist of a key
and we're off.
I'm an Iron Horse Cowboy in the San Diego haze
Stuck in traffic, we idle. . .if it were flesh, it would graze...
My Cowgirl's now at her job
An accountant for a small firm
Her pony's waiting outside on the asphalt, parked at the curb.
500 cc's of Suzuki steel and black as midnight with no moon
Her pony's waiting outside with a full gas tank
Ready to ride...
We are Iron Horse Cowfolk in the San Diego haze
My Lady and I, together, we ride our asphalt and concrete range...
Robert Patrick McGuire
Copyright ©2007 Robert Patrick McG
PoetryThere was an important job to be done.
EVERYBODY was sure
SOMEBODY would do it.
ANYBODY could have it but
NOBODY did it.
SOMEBODY got angry about that because it was EVERYBODY's job.
EVERYBODY thought
SOMEBODY would do it and
NOBODY realized
ANYBODY couldn't do it.
So, it ended up that EVERYBODY blamed SOMEBODY when NOBODY did whay ANYBODY could have done. Someday you'll cry for me
Like I cried for you
Someday you'll miss me
Like I missed you
Someday you'll need me
Like I needed you
Someday you'll love me
But I wont love you We spend more but have less
We buy more but enjoy less
We have bigger houses and smaller families
More conveniences but less time
We have more degrees but less sense
More knowledge but less judgement
More experts yet more problems
More medicine but less wellness
We drink too much
Smoke too much
Spend too recklessly
Laugh too little
Drive too fast
Get too angry
Stay up too late
Get up too tired
Read t
PoetryAll in the Family
As my children gather
A great army will arise,
The closer they get
The more the world fears.
As my chants echo
Parent’s minds begin to tremble,
As my children move closer
The world begins to shake.
As my chants become louder
They begin to infect the innocent,
The fields fill with children
Children from nations around the world.
They come for one reason
One reason alone,
To join the family
To join my children in the fields. A Place in My Mind
As I open my eyes
I see a great world,
Many souls wander this world
Not seeing what lies in the future,
A future of untold possibilities
Some may hold true happiness,
Others may hold pain and suffering,
All will try to leave this world
But all will fail,
I want to leave this world
But I don’t know how,
I seek a key
I seek a way out,
But there is no key
Or a way out,
I try to close my eyes
But I cannot,
Now my soul becomes tortured
As the rest of this world.
Shadows
I want to w
Poetry!Praying to God!
Single mother struggling
Wondering how she’s going to feed her baby
Just laid off from her job
No money in the bank
Bills need to be paid
And got a new one in the mail today
Only one thing on her mind
Feeding, clothing and paying for the life insurance for her baby
Can’t get food stamps
Don’t qualify!
Can’t get assistance
Don’t qualify!
Unemployment if qualify
Not even enough to provide for her child!
Baby daddy might as well say a dead beat
I guess if I was his cousin’s baby momma (baby daddy’s new girl) then I might get some help!!
His family doesn’t even call to check up on the baby
Her family can’t help out
They so far into debt they can barley provide for them selves
Sitting back trying to get a grip on things in her life
Losing her mind
Stress on high
Life insurance $20.00 a month
Baby food $.99 or $1.09 a jar
Baby juice $2.25 a bottle
A months supply of diapers and wipes $55.00
Clothing! Too damn m
PoetryIn the middle of the night
Questions arise
What can I expect from fate
I look around from where I sit
A single light glowing from far away
Intense heat flows out from the center
I can feel it touch my skin
No way I will turn away.
What did I just experience
A weird feeling surrounds me
Glossy aura with a headache
These wounds on me
Was I drugged last night?
The cold floor feels like a blade
Crushing me down hard
Is that my attacker
How did he enter the small window
Another light
Too bright to look
I can feel it eat away at me
No way I can escape. That song again
Hearing it go off
Ringing in my ears
Effort to try paying attention
Ignoring that buzzing.
Technology and its marvels
Useful when it can be
Nightmare when religion becomes
The puppet master of the machine
I always thought cells were in the body
Not attached to the ear.
Rule break
People ignore
My sighs watching a show
Can't stand hearing the words
Yeah, maybe, sure, and bye.
Turn of
PoetryBefore we met I was only half alive
Then I saw a part of me within the depths of your eyes
That first date, we had dinner and shared with one another
I had this feeling that I somehow knew you before
This body of mine has come to peaks of sensuality
You are showing me to make love without restraint
For that I will never quite be the same
Before we met, making love was just an act
Now that you are here I can never look back
If we ever do part ways
I will forever be grateful to have met you that day Taking your hand
Fingers to my lips
I want to love every inch of you
Taste every part of your body
As if I can drink your love's blood
Through your very pores
I want to get lost in your eyes
Consumed by your kiss
Set my body on fire
Quench the fire in my blood
With sweet caresses
Touch my soul with your passion
Lay down beside me
Feel my body crying for you
Lets get lost in each other
Touching,tasting,exploring
We will exceed passion, go beyond bliss
For this is o
PoetryRunning
Running running as fast as she can
Away from this place, away from this land
Away from the hurt, away from the pain
Away from her hunger, away from her shame
To get away is what she needs
A respite from it all is what she seeks
The pride she feels for today’s confrontation
Is that this time she didn’t cry for this altercation
One kind of pain she knew so well
She just traded for another, hope became hell
The only thing keeping her where she is now
Is the arms of a child, his pain she won’t allow
She left those of her blood because she couldn’t deal
Now she just wishes she couldn’t at all feel
Trapped between a rock and a boulder
She’s there just for the young one to cry on her shoulder
All she has now is herself and her thoughts
Wishing she could leave all the bad memories to rot
That’s why she left, to escape those moments
To be away from all of the torments
Running running away if she can
Away from that place, away from that man
Away from th
PoetyLooking for love in all the wrong places
His face filled up all the warm places
His laugh his smile they did me in
His voice filled with just the right amount of sin
He said all the right things to make me feel fine
Made me believe at some point he just might be mine
Now it’s all over and he didn’t even say goodbye
I say screw him with a lonely sigh
He let me discover he had another
Couldn’t even take the time to bother
To let me know this from him
Just posted their picture I’m sure not on a whim
Well our friendship is done and we will part
I’ve torn my love for him from my heart
Never will he hurt me again no pain to impart
Yes I’ve torn him from my heart
I’m trying my best to get away
I don’t know what else I can do or say
I’m doing this all on my own
Going as fast as I can all alone
Without and help or encouraging words
I guess my speed is only at two-thirds
I’m moving slow, my body can’t take much more
As it is already most days I am quite sore
M
PoetryThere's a tapping on my window seat, a tapping from the outside. the chilling wind blows in, wiping dry my shady tears, which should have left so long ago. i sit here at my window seat, another family in my house, which we built so long ago.
Many years have come and gone, and yet i still sit here staring out my window seat. i close my eyes, the old grandfather clock sings, one... two... three... His car pulls into the driveway, four... five... six... the entrance door slams shut, seven... eight... nine... he walks across the room, the same piercing stare on his face.
He picks me up from my window seat; across the room i fly. the other family in my house can't see what he will do. it's been sixty years since i could feel the pain, yet it feels like only yesterday. he throws me into the walls over and over, slapping and hitting me again and again. i can feel the warmth of the blood run down my face. across the foom i fly, my head a thump upon my window seat.
he walks pass and li
Poetry Of My Dark SoulI hear your cries
As I spread my wings
To the night skies
The sorrow angel sings
A song of our bittersweet love
Only to be torn apart
By the forces of above
I give you now, and forever, my heart
Even now as I lie in your arms
My soul is rising to the gates
Lost to all the earth’s harms
The life we shared destroyed by fates
Do not fear for me my love
For I go to a better place
Higher than the day’s sky blue
Finally to see the creator’s face
Alas, my breath is slowing fast
Your eyes brimming with salty tears
Along the path is our joyous past
You hold on tighter, giving into fears
The beating of my heart is ending
The life in me is draining away
I can see my judgment pending
As your grip upon me begins to sway
With these words, I bid my farewell
The loves of the heaven’s reach
Is whispering that this is my place to dwell
Until you my one, will make the breach
Between the border of life and death
The sweet song of the birds
Fail to cover with my last breat
PoetryBefore you open me
Make sure this is truly something you want to do
Right now all you have is an outside view
Are you ready to explore what lies within?
Think about this for a while before you begin
What you’re about to experience is very precious
Some would say priceless
I am wise beyond my years as my soul is old
Some would say ageless
Few have scratched the surface
And many failed to grasp its meaning
Of the life that has taken me
Far beyond simple dreaming.
Are you prepared to dive
Into the black sea of my soul?
Can you abandon all your fears
And all that you’ve been told?
Are you ready
For a new kind of addiction?
I think you like danger
At least that’s my prediction
Learn what makes me smile
And what touches my heart
Learn why it is
I relish the dark
Hear the laughing demons
Tuck me in at night
Feel the lustful passions
Lurking behind my blackened sight
Open me
Touch my pages
Be careful
I can be quite contagious
Smell the scents of st
PoetryTo Heaven,
I send this message to Heaven for I know you are an angel; sent to dazzle the world with your charms and beauty. Nothing is more awe-inspiring than the being of true divinity that I know you are. I have let peer into my soul and can do nothing to purge you from my being. I dream of you. I find myself praying that I simply occupy a passing thought. I yearn for your gentle touch and tremble at the image of such a serene fantasy. Day after day I fall into a daze and allow your image to fill my mind. A passionate kiss from your lips could bring me to a height of ecstacy that I have only dreamed. Every breath I take is meaningless without you. Even as I write this, I can feel the warmth of your embrace, the feeling of your breast resting on mine. A sense of rapture overtakes me as you slowly caress my face. I wish I had the courage to speak these words to you, but your eyes stun me and my words become trapped. I awaken everyday from slumber frustrated. For in
PoetryFree Me
Save Me
Bleed Me
Kill Me
Leave me in puddles on the floor
Push Me
Pull Me
Sex Me
Slave Me
Leave me on my knees begging for more.
I want to be free
tired of this guilt
tired of the lies
that were built
on lies of man
handed down mouth to hand
to put me into chains for life
cutting through my flesh
like a knife
Leaving me in puddles on the floor Eyes that pierce through to the heart of me
sees to the start of me
that's what you do
peels away all of the layers of me
revealing what's left of me
that's what you do
I and I can't
stop
your gaze is so demading
wants more of me
than I can give
Cuz I don't usually give myself away like that
take me to the grave and then
want's me down on my knees to give the
best of me
What's left of me
as your eyes pierce through to the heart of me.
This is just the start....
Sweet Love
That your arms embrace me that your lips do taste me
and I surrender wholly to you. Can fingernails be
PoetryI carry your heart with me, i carry it in my heart and i'm never without it.
anywhere i go, you go, my dear.
and whatever is done, by only me, is your doing, my darling.
i fear no fear for you are my fate, my sweet.
i want no world for beautiful, you are my world my true.
it's you or whatever a moon has always meant,
and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the trree called life
which grows higher and higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide
and this is the wonder that is keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart,
i carry it in my heart.
Written By: E. E. Cummings
Poetry In MotionPeople come into your life for a REASON, a SEASON or a LIFETIME. When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person............
When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on...........
Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or
Poetry By MeMother, you will never know how I grieve you because you left me too soon.
Father, you will never know how cold my heart is because you never let me into yours.
Sister, you will never know the depth of my love because you will never see past my imperfections.
Brother, you will never know my concern for you because you will never hear my opinion.
Lover, you will never know how hard my heart is because you sucked the life out of it.
Ememy, you will never know the hate I have for you because you're too cowardly to face me.
Friend, you will never know heartache from me because I am true and loyal to you.
Child, you will never have to be afraid because I will always keep you safe.
Stranger, you will need patience to know me because I'm cautious. I search for emotions
but find nothingness
I'm empty. Black hearted
and numb.
I have not searched for you
yet you say I've found love.
How can I possess that which I do not feel?
I know you lie.
The love you want
PoetryI love it when
a man takes his time on
eating the puss
Getting my juices
running out
all down the crack
of my ass
Then as he takes
his tongue and
chases after those juices
All up and down
my crack
As his finger massages that clit
rubbing it in circular motion
with his middle finger
inside my pussy walls and
his thumb inside that ass hole
in and out in slow mo
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Got my legs shaking,
my ass tweeking
Squeezing it so tight
Listening to him say,
"Cum all in my mouth boo"
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Tongue all up and down
the pussy lips.
I'm gonna cum
all ova that tongue.
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Big Daddy! Oh! Oh! Aah!
At last I reached my climax
with juices running down my ass
I love it how then the guy
takes that big, rock hard dick all
the way in and
holds it in.
I begin to count:
one mississippi! two mississippi!
As he strokes it
Switching position after positi
Poetry Lost In The Abyss Of Woodstock..Another's Love
To throw one's self into the everlasting void of lonliness
Never to be touched
Never wanted to be understood
Never to have their heart filled with love and clarity
Always waiting at the edge
Ready to throw your body off the edge
Ready to die in an instant
Longing for true love
And yet wandering away from the kindness
The warmth of another's touch
Another's kind words
And waiting
Wanting
Needing to be needed by the one person who could fulfill every gasping fantasy or joy
Every whim of desire in your soul
And yet you stay away
Never leaning towards the truth
Always at tilt
Never cross the boundaries of another's trust
Anothers love
Defiled and bewildered
Unsure and yet knowing that someday
Somewhere
Somehow
Someone
Anyone could reach into your heart
Steal your soul
Your flesh and bones would become whole again
And once again the melody would make sense
And sound a familiar sound
Yet have the same scarred face
The same gentle shimmering
PoetryHer dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic
Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair
She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound
Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endure
A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?
But she grabs her bear
And softly cries
She loves her parents
But they want her to die
She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
"Please God, why is
My life always sinking? "
Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did
Then one night
Her mom came home high
And the poor child was beaten
As hours went by
Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made
She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
"You deserve to die
Y
PoetryFor You
As the warm sun sets into the cool water I turn and look into your face
and there I see the bright smile and the soft, gentle eyes that I love, and
your eyes have a spark in them that makes them seem as stars in the sky
which we look at night after night on that same beach where the sun sets
and where the warm, summer breeze brings me close to you, and cool, calm
waves caress us and push us together until we are one with each other.
The touch of your skin feels as silk against mine, and I want to hold you
close and never have to let go, for you are the only one I want to be with.
Your heart is a locket to which you have given me to the key and I in turn
have given you the key to my heart.
Those keys of love and kindness will be with us in everything we say,
everything we do, and every moment we share for eternity. I grow weak
With the absence of your love
I remind myself to breathe
Emptiness, invades, pain resides
Within me, without you
I hear only your gentl
Poetry & StuffFor every decision and indecision,
For every mistake I make,
For every chance not taken,
For every path not explored,
I wonder,
Should I kiss you,
Should I miss you,
Should I tell you that I'm afraid,
That in a short time I may lose you?
For every thought,
For every moment,
For every reason,
For every glimpse into the future,
I wonder,
Will I lose you,
Will you miss me,
Will I tell you that I'm afraid,
That in a short time you may walk away?
For every kiss,
For every hug,
For every lick,
For every touch,
I know,
I would miss you,
I would be sad,
I would remember you,
But I'm afraid,
That in a short time you will be gone. every time I breath, every time I move, every time I think, every time I sleep, your on my mind and in my heart, you are everything to me, and would give up everything for you, smoking, drinking, sex, tasty food, my life...I would give it all up for you....I will love you till the very end of time....I've waited for someone to make me fee
PoetryThe sound should be deafening...
The silence broken...
with unmitigated violence...
not even a smiling token...
Yet no one cares...
that I scream alone...
without the love....
that I crave to own...
But such is life...
even played my part...
To fall in Love...
Only to be broken hearted... I am sick and tired of it all, the lies and deceit.
The covert operations of little importance.
Nothing you say any more sticks in my mind.
Your words flowing like water through a sieve.
I told you everything, never sparing a thought at
sharing my heart with you.
And now you do this as though I am a channel
To be changed on a whim.
You take my trust, my pure and innocent love
and throw it to the wind leaving me to bleed.
Like a scrap from the table
that a dog is not worthy of.
I don't know why
it took me so long
To see you as the world does
Without a heart I hoped to hold.
Guess that'll teach me
to trust again.
Thanks to you
it's pretty much
PoetryI wanted to put this out there just in case you were wondering. I suffer from Depression big time. I eats away at me almost on a daily basis. Some days, the grip is so strong that I cry at the simples of things. Writing and poetry, especially poetry, soothes my ravaged mind and I can function again. Therefore, look upon this as a warning, my poems are dark and sorrowful, but when it's been raining for several days, you'll take anything you can get... Upon the solitary gallows
I'll make my stand
This last act of defiance
with a noose in my hand
There'll be no tears
Gone is the passion, honesty and hope
I'll chase away the lies
with the snap of a rope
Call it what you will
Call it a fool's blunder
I only know one thing
in this moment, I shall....
Surrender
She thinks I don't know
But I saw her with my eyes
On this day, I came home early
and betrayal was my surprise
I let the flowers fall
from my hand they hit the floor
He pounds her again and again
and
PoetryShe weeps in the moonlight
She calls out a name
Her blood rushes cooly
She collapses in Pain
The wind burns her skin
Clouds cover the moon
There's a thorn in her side
Blood seeps from the wound
It's not the first time
And it wont be the last
For she knows the future
Will bring back the past
She picks herself up
As she does every time
Pulling her soul back
Until the next time...
Mary Ann
Poetry In MotionThis is a small piece written for those of us who have had the disinctt pleasure of having been bitten by a spider. Specifically a "brown recluse". Their bite is quite painful and the after effects not much better
I had the distinct pleasure of a formal introduction.
One of the eight legged little beasties paid my couch a visit while I was reading.
I felt the bite and slapped at my leg.
It was too late, it got me just by the knee instead.
I was allergic it seems, I started to itch.
I went to emergency, got stuck with IV.
6 hours later I well on my way
Meds are prescibed and I'm loopy as hell.
Now leg is sore and the skin will die.
Another new scar as if I don't enough.
Well watch out for those eight legged beasties.
Their bite is no fun
They you should shun!!!
Lady Shakira Rose We all desire our world to be a perfect painting
Our friends true and gracious
Our family healthy and close to us
In any given moment that can all change
Friends become distant
Family
Poetry Of Emily DickinsonAN ALTERED LOOK ABOUT THE HILLS
by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
N altered look about the hills;
A Tyrian light the village fills;
A wider sunrise in the dawn;
A deeper twilight on the lawn;
A print of a vermilion foot;
A purple finger on the slope;
A flippant fly upon the pane;
A spider at his trade again;
An added strut in chanticleer;
A flower expected everywhere;
An axe shrill singing in the woods;
Fern-odors on untravelled roads,--
All this, and more I cannot tell,
A furtive look you know as well,
And Nicodemus' mystery
Receives its annual reply.
COME SLOWLY, EDEN!
by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
OME slowly, Eden!
Lips unused to thee,
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,
PoetryLife wouldn’t be the same, without no early morning sun.
The one that I can’t look at
The one that makes my eyes run.
Life wouldn’t be the same, without the daily rain
Freezing cold against my skin
Leaving face and hands in pain.
And if it wasn’t for the snow and wind,
My winter clothes would be binned
No longer would that woollen dress
Around the curves of my body caress
Nor would my simple figure be
Buried far below for none to see
Yet in the summer when the heat reaches its brink
I’m not worshipping the sun as you may think
For in the summer the nights are warm
And it is in the evening that I do dawn
Although I know I have chose
Never to see the summer sun full rose
But hidden beneath my cloak, right here
I try to remember and shed a tear.
The stranger stood across the room.
His stare, like ice, penetrating my gloom.
I didn't want company. Not that night
I didn't find him a welcoming sight.
And yet here He stood. In my space
His intentions clear, upon his f
Poetry Is In My SoulIs this what loves about?
Your loving eyes sooth me
Like gentle waves upon the sand
When fear harbors in me
Your there holding my hand
I feel your arms around me
Like wind leaves in the fall
Some how your strength surrounds me
As you hear my silent call
I feel your love inside me
Though I fight to keep it out
My walls are slowly breaking down
Is this what loves about?
Challenge or lesson?
For every lesson learned In life
It contains good
It contains bad
For every obstacle in life
It supports strength
It encourages growth
Though we may not like it
We may despise it
There is always a reason
Suppressing its self deep
Deeper with in us
What are challenges set forth for
To drown us?
No,….. to make us grow stronger
To surprise us?
No,….. to help shape us
To make us feel the pain?
No,….. to help build the confidence that we can get through it
Why for every challenge must pain accompany
For the pure reason to remind us all….
We are only hum
Poetry CornerWhen your heart
Has been broken
And stepped on
It leaves you hesitant
Reluctant to try
To give in once more
To open up To emotion
To dip your toe
Into the mire
Into the ocean
Of desire
To dip your toe
Into the ocean
Of unknown emotion
If you don’t
Enter the water
You wont get wet
There is no danger
Of being dragged under
Should you take a chance?
On love again
Throw caution to the wind
Open yourself up to the pain
Or the pleasure
Feel the love
Washing over you
Immersing yourself
The waves washing over you
It may drown you
If you do
If you resist the temptation
You will be safe
Unharmed in your segregation
Yet a single moment spent
In the refreshing waters
Stood on the ocean floor
Is worth a lifetime
Spent safely on the shore
The empty ache of loneliness
A hollow emptiness
A desperate want
For their caress
To fill the void
Left by invisibility
Butterflies flutter
When you meet their gaze
Knees weaken, just for a second
As they brush past
PoetryDreaming of you, eyes wide awake
vividly imagining the life we
could make.
Day dreams into night, feeling you are
around me.
Playing out a fantasy, fulfilling every
need.
Making this a reality has now become
my quest.
Only perfection for this King and Queen
commanding nothing less. What roads in life should i take?
for I know the future is mine to make.
The choices from the past seem to haunt my soul,
but do I look back with regret or peace at
reaching all my goals?
Alot of things I would change if time would allow,
For this I would pay any price to go back now.
Turning back time is a luxury that we are not given,
Only to be left t deal with a life that has now
become our prison.
Some aspects we know can be turned on a dime,
And the only true, reliable ally on our side
is time. Awakening from an endless, dormant slumber
eyes opening to see a different view.
Awakening to find the ancient world I once
PoetryWhisper
You and I stood together in an open field
And together we shared the secrets that
The
Night revealed.then we chased the light
Racing through the sky.is it possible to
Untangle a quilt with innocence.how hard
We torture our inner sins.night will
Bring no dawn.my dreams were stolen
While I lay sleeping and were sold for
Cheap lust.and while I lay fallow
Vulnerable and alone
The thief whispers in my ear
"and I will turn your hope while you are
weeping,and cover your eyes with dark
Skies and sad lies.come closer to me,on
Your hands and knees,alone,when all your
Will is gone"
How much is not enough,how much is through
How long will I be getting over you? Angel
As I stood outside, gazing up at the diamond
Speckled sky, from the corner of my eye, I
Caught a glimpse of the most beautiful star.
The way it sparkled was almost mesmerizing.
It reminded me of the sparkle I always saw
In your loving eyes.as I stood, staring up at
The sparkling treasure, one of n
PoetryOnly meat in your eyes
Nothing else matters
To the degree of the minds meeting.
The possibility of depth
Was thrown right out the window.
Now is too late
All feelings cold and dead
In your direction there is nothing.
A new path has revealed
Itself to me
Suggesting a happier stride
On the scenic route.
You can and will not stop me
My mind is made up.
An empty zombie
I no longer remain.
The purge of life
Reincarnated me to follow
What I need
And will no longer neglect or ignore.
At last there is
Indeed a reason to stay
On this soil a while longer
Caressing the sweet flesh
Of another being.
Though the chances be many
To run across
There are so few
Of being truly understood and known.
Death, the life unknown,
Bound by the cold,
Dead hands of the shadows,
From whence we lingered,
In order to substain,
The role assigned to us.
By the deities,
Who grow tired of,
Their previous creations.
I exist only to,
En
PoetryScratch till fingertips ripple out the very
substance thay're made of.
Scram till the pull of the cords within your
throat rip to shreads.
Claw harder! Scream. Scream louder!
No one hears,No one cares except for their
own selves,
You may claw till the bone chips and
glistens with blood,fragments of flesh'.
Screeches sound though only within.
Your own screams,your own crys.
Yet stil you belive someone will hear!
Why belive anyone will care?
You've clawed so deep.Screamed so loud.
Why belive?
People hear their own cries.
Peole sympthize their own sorrows.
Your cries are mere crys in the wind.
Cries passing through the ears of those you
love who say thay love you. I sit with devoice paper here for my Goth..I wish not to sign but she lonely and find another.We are country's away.Do I dare sign I love with all my heart but do she really love him and he her?Goth no answer phone no answer Hell here I not know some one tell So far Goth so alone to long I sign?
Poetic Bull ShitI hear you call and I feel the pull in my heart
It is so hard being this far apart
I remind myself that soon with you I will be
I want it so completely that it scares me
Your in my thoughts all the day all the time
Your voice is a sweet rapture so sublime
I am carried away of sweet dreams of you
Your with me in them all the night through
We make such love that the angels cry
Your the only in this world for who I would die
I anticipate your sweet kiss your tongue in mine
I drink you in like the finest sweet wine
I am drunk on the thoughts of our love so true
I ache and long to be there with you
A sweet pleasure of pain and the wonder within
To let go of such a gift is a condemnable sin
I need you and want to make your life a joy every day
I want to keep you smiling and know I feel the same way
Our life shared until infinities end
Your my lover, my soul mate, and my best friend !
By R. Thomas Dinsmore
PoetryBend In The Road
-=-=-=-=-=-= -
When we feel we have nothing left to give
And we are sure that the song has ended
When our day seems over and the shadows fall
And the darkness of night has descended,
Where can we go to find the strength
To valiantly keep on trying,
Where can we find the hand that will dry
The tears that the heart is crying?
There's but one place to go and that is to God
And, dropping all pretense and pride,
We can pour out our problems without restraint
And gain strength from Him at our side,
And together we stand at life's crossroads
And view what we think is the end
But God has a much bigger vision
And He tells us it's only a bend
For the road goes on and is smoother
And the "pause in the song" is a rest
And the part that's unsung and unfinished
Is the sweetest and richest and best
So rest and relax and grow stronger
Let go and let God share your load
Your work is not finished or ended,
You've just come to a "bend in the road."
PoetryThe ruling of all class
Coexists with the
Corruption hiding beneath
The supposed, good intentions
Put forth into the public eye
Swaying the fools
Over to the side
Where deceit is enthroned.
Truth is scarce
Along with the
Universal belief system
Everyone speaks of
Yet chooses not to acknowledge.
"My children of chaos
Look not, to the clear picture
For it will turn you
All against me in the end".
In the land of the free
And home of the cowardly
Taking refuge behind
An undeserved title.
The diverse, charitable outreach
Becomes the new status symbol.
By appearing to lend a helping hand
Brings in an ongoing budget.
Blood money brings in the delights
Into the comforts
Of all village idiots.
As the drought of realism
Melts through the mirage
Presented by the
Despicable figure not fit
To qualify for yet run the country.
Ordained by an imaginary God
The figure needs an excuse
To drill the country lifeless.
In doing so, by
Bathing in the b
Poetry Of A Dying Soul #1I have searched and I have tried,
All the while I slowly died,
Inside my heart was crying out,
But no one even heard when I would shout.
All you people turn your backs,
And now the old me is back,
Raven touched my heart and soul,
He IS my soul and has control.
You all wanted me to be cold,
Now its time I finally told,
All the people who think of me,
As nothing but a monster that what I'll be.
You all who hurt me turned away,
Were all nothing but fake,
Up to this day,
You all aimed for my heart to break.
Now it has you've all won,
This is what you all wanted done,
For me to turn to hate and rage,
Only thing is you forgot my cage.
You all screwed up in making me hurt,
For now my heart lies in the dirt,
I will become all that you fear,
I no longer hold ANY one dear.
None of you thought about how I felt,
You only wanted another heart under your belt,
Here is the deal when it came to my heart,
Only one person held enough to break it all apart.
I lea
A Poetic StrangerShe was a stranger no doubt she was different from the crowd
Soft spoken yet not afraid to holler out loud
Not knowing much about me passed my many words and verses
Unfixated on my many flaws just focused on the purpose
Of why we met, the reason for this hour...this minute
I was taken, drifted, writing love poetry again
My wordplay was sentimental, gentle and vibrant
Like a mid-morning eclipse and almost as timeless
She could quote my every verse as thought she wrote it herself
And seemed to know the very realm inside my heart in which it's kept
I was felt and for the moment saw her as my missing link
As we were captured in the scripts of life entangled in our ink
We shared our views as we would write depicting life and how we feel
We wrote of loving one another and pretended it was real
Over sweet tea and candlelights in Calloway we dreamed
Amidst a cedar brown balcony we overlooked the breeze
Overlooking the crowd of those that shunned
PoetryI couldnt sleep tonight
you weren`t by my side
I couldnt put my arm around you
And show you that my love is true
When i cant sleep at night
I dream you were by my side
I imagine i put my arm around you
and show you my love is true Waiting for this day to be over
Wishing i will find a new lover
somebody who will make me feel
the way i used to with you
A woman who will eventualy heal
the pain that i am going through.
I know i have to do that alone
i just wish it was already gone.
Cause i dont wanna fell like this
and it's cutting like a knife
knowing exactly i will miss
you for the rest of my life. Where are you?
Where am I?
Was it true
or in my
mind alone ?
the unknown
PoetryI had gone
I had gone that I would come back,
I had stolen your heart that I could return it to you,
I had lied for you that you would know what is true,
I had cried while after storm always-clear,
I had left you that I would give back you again,
I had gone....
Poetry CornerI'm sad for you because the children's laughter is too loud. And one day soon, sooner than you think, there will be no children's laughter to hear.
I'm sad for you because you spend so many hours doing things other than playing with the children. And one day soon, sooner than you think, there will be no children to play with.
I'm sad for you because it was too much of a bother to bathe your children. And one day soon, sooner than you think, there will be no children to bathe.
I'm sad for you because the children want to talk to you and be with you and it is an inconvenience for you. And one day soon, sooner than you think the children won't want to talk to you and be with you.
I'm sad for you because one day soon, sooner than you think, you'll be an old man looking back and wondering about all the missed oppurtunities to have enjoyed your children.
Shalai
PoetryThe weight of my thoughts pulls at me,
I think of all the bad and forget the good,
The pain, the heartache,
They consume the person I once was,
Leaving me an empty shell.
My heart and mind wondering what will be.
Too much pain,
All I see is the down side,
I try with all my heart and soul,
To find the light,
And climb from this dark abyss.
But as I grasp for the edge,
The pain of my loneliness
Pulls me back into the darkness,
Which has become as a whirlpool,
Pulling me deeper with every stroke I take,
Losing strength, losing faith
As deeper into the darkness I fall.
The weight of the pain,
Crushing my heart in my chest.
Taking the person that I was,
Making me something else,
Something that doesn’t know,
How to feel,
How to love,
How to care,
How to be me.
It all seems to fade,
Into the darkness,
As I fall all alone,
With no one to save me.
Your lies haunt my nightmares.
Your love I once embraced,
Into my heart your lies poured.
I kept you close,
My dr
PoetryTHE FOLLOWING IS A POEM FROM "TEARS FOR WATER, SONGBOOK OF POEMS AND LYRICS" BY ALICIA KEYS AND IS A POEM I LOVE AND UNDERSTAND.
I'M A PRISONER
OF WORDS UNSAID
JUST LONELY FEELINGS
LOCKED AWAY IN MY HEAD
I TRAP MYSELF FURTHER
EVERY TIME I STAY QUIET
I SHOULD START TO SPEAK
BUT I STOP AND STAY SILENT
AND NOW I'VE MADE
MY OWN HARD BED
INSIDE A PRISON OF WORDS UNSAID
I AM A P.O.W.
NOT A PRISONER OF WAR
A PRISONER OF WORDS
I'M A FIGHTER
YET ONLY A PUPPET
MOSTLY I ONLY SAY
WHAT YOU WANNA HEAR
COULD YOU TAKE IT IF I CAME CLEAR?
OR WOULD YOU RATHER SEE ME
STONED ON A DRUG OF COMPLACENCY AND COMPROMISE
M.I.A.
I GUESS THAT'S WHAT I AM
SCRAPING THIS COLD EARTH
FOR A PIECE OF MYSELF
FOR PEACE IN MYSELF
I'D BE EASIER IF YOU PUT ME IN JAIL
IF YOU LOCKED ME AWAY
I'D HAVE SOMEONE TO BLAME
BUT THESE BARS OF STEEL ARE OF MY MAKING
THEY SURROUND MY MIND
AND HAVE ME SHAKING
MY HANDS ARE CUFFED BEHIND MY BACK
I'M A PRISONER OF THE WORST KIND, IN FACT
A PRISONER O
PoetryHow can i tell you something
When I know the answer
How can I speak to you
When your just in my mind
How can I touch you
When your just a dream
How can I keep you
When your not around
How can I smile
When there is heartache
How can I cry
When I have no more tears left
How can I live
When your gone Love is lost
I'm lost in love
Though love is a sin
Then sin I must
Upon your lips so wet and true
your eyes so shinning and so new
you hold me tight
through day and night
protecting me from things out of sight
so if love is a sin
then sin i will
for I am in Love with you
I stand here with a blade,
you stand there shaking at me
I know what you did
You know what you did
I look at your throat with a smile upon my face
with the look of fear in your eyes
no where to run
no where to hide
your traped inside
one quick swipe
of my blade
you stand there with fear looking at me
with the blood pouring from your throat
i smile at you and laugh
how the tables have
PoetryYou hunt for the sport and trophies.
My people hunt for food and clothing.
You fish only to mount on a wall
What you have caught.
My people fish to feed our bellies
And to strengthen our children.
You use dogs to do your tracking
My people use my gifts of sight and hearing.
You cut trees to make timber and paper.
My people use the trees to keep warm
And for survival during times of need.
You destroy the air with gases.
My people relish the air, for it is very sacred.
You came and took the lands from my people.
You came and destroyed thousands of my people.
My people offered the Sacred Pipe,
And yet clouded minds would not accept.
My people are hurt and scared.
I am hurt and angry.
Who am I?
I am Wankantan. The Great Spirit.
And this is my plea to you.
We are all brothers and sisters.
Can the red man and the white man
Ever live in harmony?
Who am I?
I am Wankantan, the Great Spirit.
And this is my plea to you...
Okiniwa Ishkanae Wachicha Tatunka Okinamahae!!
PoetryHey if you like my poetry or anything I put in my blog feel free to comment on them, it. I need constructive critisim to help me better my writing. THanks.
Poetry~cam Videos ~ Guitar & SpokenwordFu Poetry... A Message To My Haters
And the shallow... The Drama Queens and Point/Attention Whores
This goes out to all my haters...
The two faced fuckers & the shallow imitators,
You think these Drama queens & cam whores mean what they say?
Its just their method to be noticed...
For their own ego's Sake
Coming online just for shits & giggles,
Mind fucks, & wastes of time, I should have figured...
You are merely hams for the cam...
How you love to be seen
Str8^ Chat hoz & attention fiends
It's like a video game to you... u don't give a fuck,
Cuz you'll just make it go away with one click or touch.
How sad & pathetic that you're so fake,
You'd rather hide your face...
Than to be put in your place
Well, I've had enough now, I detest your ways
& this web of deceit that has spawned my rage
This is my coming, call me karmas messenger,
I am sorting out the frauds...
No disrespect to the rest of ya.
But my disappointment in humanity has been growing all the whil
PoetryI Miss You
silhouettes dance within my heart
casting omnipresent shadows of you
and yet there remains an echo
an eerie silence of loneliness
deafened by dreaded emptiness
in a place you once tread
those boyhood memories remain
absence the fondness you shared
the gentleness of your touch
supported by words of compassion
always teaching, reaching
no longer can I feel you
though I see you daily
from visions of the past
my soul aches to know
how long does death last.... I love you.... and no distance between us or man made borders ,country lines or dividers could ever contain
my everlasting, undying need to hold your hand in mine look into your eyes and say with all that makes me a man
that I love you....without ever hearing your voice I know that the sound of such a melodic wonder could stop me
in my tracks, bring my hands to quiver, create a tremble in my speech as I pronounce the words I love you...
Not by miles, kilometers, feet, inches or any other measurem
PoetryAs she drives down the road
She looks curiously in the rearview mirror
She sees soccer mom left overs in the back
She hears a sippy cup rolling around in the back seat
A plane passes by, How she feels the need for clouds in her face
The rush of speed of liftoff, the freedom of being closer to God beneath her wings
The sensation of a hard banked turned escaping mountain tops
She looks to her left and sees the waves crashing in the ocean
She thinks back to her days in lakes rushing over waves
She's reminded of that little girl and young woman full of joy and happiness
Her cell recieves a text, You need to Pick up the kids, I'm running late
Another message comes in "Don't forget we are taking my freinds to big bear"
Can you watch the kids as I go skiing?
Where did her life go?
How did it get this way?
A woman full of so much inner beauty
That only shines through her outter beauty
She think of her earlier years of being in control
Knowing the limitations
Conquering
PoetryYOU SUCK AND MADE ME FEEL SO BLUE
YOU KNOW I HATE YOU WITHOUT A CLUE
YOU ALWAYS MADE ME FEEL SO BAD
YOU TOOK WHAT LITTLE I HAD
THAT WAS MY HEART YOU FUCKIN PRICK
YOU KNOW YOU MAKE ME FUCKING SICK
ALL I HAVE TO SAY TO YOU IS..I HOPE
YOUR LIFE ENDS UP SUCKING TO! I look up at the pale moonlight thinking,
what would it be like to be a star.
A twinkling star in the sky,
like a beautiful jewel.
Then I start to think I am that star,
but it's nothing but a gaze,
a gaze up at the pale moonlight. I walk on the beach thinking.
please God don't let my heart be sinking.
Sinking with an unpleasant pain.
pain which I can not explain.
Tears begin to fall upon my face,
I begin to walk in a slower pace.
Then I start to walk on the beach thinking,
please God don't let my heart be sinking.
I finally come to realize,
it's nothing but a sinking feeling of emptiness.
Poetry BlogThose Born 1930-1979
READ TO THE BOTTOM FOR QUOTE OF THE MONTH BY JAY LENO. IF YOU DON'T READ ANYTHING ELSE---VERY WELL STATED
TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930's, 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's!!
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant.
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes.
Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.
As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE
Poetry Of LoveWhat is life and what does it mean to me
Its like the birds and the bees
Love is kind sweet and every thing that is good
Even a little bad jus the way it should
A deep feel in my soul that wants to be let out
Like an animal in the wild with an aggressive shout
I never thought it would be true to love someone with a love that it like no other
But as they say never say never for it may happen now and forever
Well this is dedicated to my blooming flower and a close friend
To show you my love and appreication hopeing our friendship wont end
You like the warmth summer air thats passes over my face
For with you i found my resting place
Gentle,calm,mellow and peaceful is thge way you make my heart feel
Been afraid to show my hearts desires that are real
Listening to your voice and the way you talk,your smile and eyes
Everything about you that leaves me my mismerize
You play a very important role in my life
I also admire your pian and strive
So my ove i
PoetryThis is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,--- The simple news that nature told, With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!
PoetrySomeone's feeling all alone tonight.
Someone's eyes are all filled with tears.
Someone's heart is breaking in two.
Someone really doesn't know what to do.
Someone's been hurt one too many times.
Someone knows too well what pain is.
Someone's too scared to do anything,
except what they know best.
Someone's gonna drink one too many drinks.
Someone's gonna take one too many hits.
Someone's gonna snort one too many lines.
Someone's life is gonna end tonight.
Written and © Copyright 1998 by Vanessa aka Bowiegirl
PoetryBefore I was a Mom -
I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom - I had never been
Puked on...
Pooped on...
Chewed on...
Peed on...
I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom -
I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom -
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put them down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I could'nt stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before
PoetryPlease forgive me,
For doubting your love,
I'm so sorry,
I can't say it enough.
Please forgive me,
For being a fool,
For thinking you changed your mind,
That was totally uncool.
Please forgive me,
I was scared,
Thought I had lost you,
Thats my worst nightmare.
Please forgive me,
Now that I know the truth,
That you love me very much,
I'll never again question you.
Written by Me...Little Lee You have no idea,
What I feel inside,
No one knows,
My true feelings I deeply hide.
You have no idea,
Who I am,
The real me,
But I don’t really give a dam.
You have a no idea,
You think its all right,
To judge when you have no clue,
One day the tables will turn and the joke will be on you.
You have no idea,
What it’s like to be me,
I am who I am,
That is all I can be.
You have no idea,
Everyone is blind when it comes to me,
Not knowing who I am inside,
I however have my eyes wide open for all eternity.
You have no idea,
One look at me
Poetry CornerThis is my first... and depending on reaction...maybe my last entry. It was requested that I post some of my poetry. Please rate and comment...thank you. I hope you enjoy. Crimson drops of love and sorrow
will fall upon the wall tomorrow
Endless echos of hows and whys
will fall from their crying eyes
A secret so dark that no one knows
and here let lay the dying rose
PoetryI live in my darkness, My home for no one cares. You try to do something nice and get in trouble, You show love and get pulled away from, So why bother comeing out ever? I will stay here with my hurt, my pain and my bloody arms for eturnity. Love is a four letter word they use only to hurt me later. If they cared they'd come in and save me but I know they wont. Good bye for ever cruel world. Hello Darkness. Well I was talking to my ex fiencee from years back. one thing burned in my brain for a long time. WHY? Well I asked her and she said I'll never know cause she forgot and moved on. So I am forgetable and not worth remembering and easyto get over. I AM invisable. My life just got a whole lot more spun outta controll and this time I WON'T STOP IT TIL I CRASH AND BURN. And this time I ain't walking away from the crash.
FUCK THE WORLD
Dissapointment covers me like a cloke as I walk along my path of broken dreams.
Another broken dream adds yet another stone.
The only way to e
Poetry UpdateWell I did it. I submitted one of my poems to be judged in a contest and you know what? I am in the semi-finals and a chance at some money. Yeah me! Regardless I will be a published author again - yes I was one once before with a story I wrote way back in the 6th Grade. Anyway the contest is sponsored by the International Library of Poetry and my poem "Two Souls" was the one that was chosen. It will be published in a compilation later on this year. Nice huh? Yes I am bragging but only in this post. Anyway I thought I would share that with everyone.
PoetryFlesh yeilding,
gently yeilding
beneath my fingertips.
Juice drips down my chin.
Smile sweet satisfaction,
as I take another bite
of my ripe
nectarine Melancholy blue jeans
Ripped at the seams
Coffee stains on your brain
Drivin' you insane
Candy in your pocket
A sweet sugar rocket
A tasty treat, so sticky sweet
A high that can't be beat
Hot liquid dream
Of coffee with cream
Lusty sips of hot java
That burn like black lava
What could be finer
Than a caffeine high in an all night diner
Sleeping Beauty has awoke.
She's an insomniac now
and dreams with her eyes open.
Daydreams of sleeping
the rest of eternity away.
Dreams of her childhood castle,
where she never grows old,
eternally young and beautiful.
Dreams away her suburban split level,
her two kids, her good provider,
her wide ankles and creative meals with hamburger.
Dreams of a prince who will never come
to disappoint her imaginings.
To sleep eternally and escape
realities bitter ironies
to
Poetryi saw a child on a bike today
he reminded me of my youth
of days where i would ride all day
never worried about anything
except the summer passing too soon
and it always did pass too quickly
my youth, like summer ended early
days of bike riding replaced
by an adulthood come too fast
the fort in the woods forgotten
when i had to be the adult
as my mom fell deeper in a bottle
i grew up while most kids
still had a summers of playing most people think that distance
is a physical space between people
i have found that just isnt the truth
i have slept in the same bed with someone
who was 5 thousand miles away
i would lie there, awake
wondering how that happened
when in reality we were
never in the same hemisphere
In time I left and vowed
never to live with someone
who doesn't live with me
instead of a half a world away
~me, EMB
6/23/07 you've been the light
that shined so brightly
in the darkness
I called my life
when i couldnt see
anything else
i could see
PoetryToo long has it been
Since humanity lost its color
Screaming violet
A shattered soul cries out
Shattered souls cry out
Shattered souls, lost souls
Mindless youths, shadowed by guilt
Tragic losses, a shattered soul cries out
No one listens
The truth is blaring in their ears
Mindlessness, shadows beyond our eyes
A shattered soul cries out
Listen to the night talk
A shattered soul begins to mend
A heart begins to heal
A shattered youth, only looking
Searching...for her soul. Running away from the world
A world full of hatred and pain
People around me dying
Shadows falling everywhere.
People running from problems
Screaming in my ears
No light in the darkness
Running, always running.
Running, running from screams
Screams so lound they kill
Blood is everywhere, on everything
Children lost, runaways keep running
Total chaos everywhere
No one's trying to help
No one can see whats going on
Everyone's dead now. I am made of moonlight
Immortal and brig
PoetryIt has been awhile since I actually wrote a poem but I am starting again
The Darkness
As the darkness enfolds my soul, I wait for my next prey.
I read their thoughts and feel their heartbeats as they pass by, but still I wait.
I turn cold, but still wait, waiting in shadows for the one whose life will bring me pleasure.
As I take them in my arms their life blood sustains me, keeps me warm as I mingle with them in the darkness.
Mingle till daylight takes me back home.
Poetry By WildmanWith the problems that the world has now, with presidents who disavow any knowledge of the things they have done, please tell me why they even run for offices they can't even hold. For few are smart, and none are bold. Perhaps we should regain a king, or better yet a queen, in England they don't complain.
Admidst the fog an all her rein, she sits there in diaphmorous clothes,calmly sniffing a bloody rose. While the world below her screams an shrieks, while sneaking for to take a look at riches that were once theirs, but now belong to her, our queen. I am sore afraid the time shall pass when all the fortunes we amass will meekly begiven unto her, the veritable end of the American Dream... Smoke filters through the tree tops, drifting slowly westward, toward an east bound train. Going no where, filled by those who know not where they are going, nor do they care. For life is meaningless, merely a prelude to death, a shame, a nightmare, that they can't wake from, but when we do w
Poetry And ProsePuzzling inconsistencies breed
Trepidation and unease
In a world of contradictions
Where nothing is as it seems.
Alice in the rabbit hole
Clutching desperately at the air.
Where once there seemed such solid ground
Now nothingness is there.
Shattered dreams of a future bright
Float past her in the fearsome abyss.
The love of her life she thought she found
But something, she knows, is amiss.
Weary she walks through this land of shadows,
With heavy limbs and a heavier heart.
Not again to give her love away
She should have known right from the start.
Life in a snow globe.
Pretty inside but surrounded by glass.
You can shake it, and shake it,
but it always looks the same.
Winter wonderland smiling back at you.
Praying that it doesn't get shattered,
but hoping someone will find a way inside to break the monotony.
A beautiful thing separated from everyone...
alone in a shadow of a world.
Eyes all around stare through the glass cage,
but t
PoetryStriking violet in black sand.
Words fall from the mouth
Spoken from the cradle of this man's war.
You see money, falling from the sky.
I see pain, falling from your sight.
The silence, like stones, weight us into the black
oblivion.
Glass reflects the utter tragedy of our simple lie.
The lie of our spoken love.
Wondrous, boisterous, chilled love.
Flying through the Greek fire.
Flowing from our veins.
You fall.
I fall.
You see nothing.
I only see you.
The long time works this modern man.
The eternity rises and ebbs from you mouth.
Red velvet drips from your sex.
Blue violence drips from your lips.
Cursed, dastardly, painful scenes come all from you.
And all i can see,
Is you. Violet colored flesh pressing between the mass.
Singing blue.
We never look in their eyes.
They never look the same.
I see mass-less, huge humanity.
I see the falling stars, wishing for destruction.
You press against me.
Crimson passes over my eyes.
Poetry/free WritingSatin sheets stained in red and black.
Pillows ripped and torn in frustration.
Frames broken on the floor
And pieces of glass at my feet,
Telling me you think you know how it feels.
You left me here, lying in my pool of sorrows,
For me to drown; to suffocate in my loss.
My suicide to help rid you of your guilt
And to put me out of my misery,
Saying this is the best way to end it.
The constant labels racing through my mind:
Bastard. Asshole. Fucking son of a bitch.
Betraying my own body's sanctuary
And leaving without a single hint of a tear.
Not one last breath saved for us.
Words have been lost in an engulfing black hole.
Broken thoughts; Scarred minds.
Murdered dreams; Shattered hearts.
A disappearance of the heavens
In the eyes of a single saint.
Confused minds lose precious time,
And you feared what was already yours.
Wrapped in your own self indulgence,
Consumed in your selfishness,
Wincing at the first sight of love.
Lying down with one eye on t
PoetrySometimes
You need to be scared
To feel pain
Anger, rage, lust, jealousy
A love like no other
A hug from a child
Chills from standing in the rain
A punch in the mouth
Relish in the taste of blood
Whatever it takes
To make you feel alive
The air bitterly cold and crisp
Night’s stars shine bright above
Of the few comforts to a lonely soul
A tired mind drifts back in time
When life’s burdens were light and few
Images so vivid, the air thickens
Ripe and near, taken back to a moment
It fades as sure as it comes
One wonders how it could pass
Bright flames begin to diminish
Time passes by with little warning
I love you too
Four simple little words
From the mouths of angels
Small in size, but big on heart
I love you too
Brings a smile to my face
A warm feeling all over
Letting me know I’m not alone
I love you too
It’s the antidote, the cure
In that instant, all troubles forgotten
Knowing that life isn’t a waste
Lights of hope in a dark mans existence
I love
Poetry By Angel EyesI Realize...
Feeling your bare body next to mine,
Listening to the beating of your heart,
As I slowly drift off into my sleep,
I realize how much I love you.
Feeling your arms wrapped around me,
Hearing your rhythmic breathing,
As I slowly start to wake,
I realize how much I need you.
Feeling your lips on mine,
Listening to a love song in my head,
As I slowly start to move,
I realize how much I want you.
Feeling your sweat on my body,
Hearing the squeaking of our bed,
As I slowly let out a moan,
I realize how much I cant live without you.
Feeling your bare body next to mine,
Listening to the beating of your heart,
As I slowly drift off into my sleep,
I realize how much I love you.
Sitting on the front porch,
watching the clouds roll by,
thinking 'bout you.
and hoping to see you tonight.
The radio playing
my favorite song,
enjoying the day,
just a singin' along.
Seeing your truck,
headed down the road,
windows rolled down,
PoetryI sit on cherry tap all day,
Wondering who im gonna rate,
Is it a 5 or is it a ten,
hit on rate then messeage send.
Waiting for the dreaded score,
i hope its 1 or more,
Ohhh god, my stomach churns like hell,
its a ten, whey hey i yell
someone like me or is it them,
just being nice, ill rate a ten,
Ohh well so wat if its a 1
its only just a bit of fun
so if u read this lil poem,
then rate it 10 or ill b moaning,
only joking, dont really care,
although a 5 it just aint fair lollolololollol Goodbye
Category: Writing and Poetry
Ill never be empty without you,
And ill never want anything more,
Ill be with you till the end of time,
It is you that ill always adore.
The way that you kiss im in heaven,
And the way that u touch im in love,
But i never thoight that u would break my heart,
And this pain is just way to much.
I always thought that u loved me,
And i always though tat u cared,
I wish u had told me before you broke,
Poetry And Other Written Materialthis heavy feeling..crept close and lucid smothered..a cluttered mind and a heart cold and drench in the coal of the darkest black is a heart forgotten and dead as is within..sleep will come when death tucks you in for your final rest..take heed a warning streaked red from head to nigh..The love you severe is the love you bury
it starts as it
ends..silent..cold..empty..tears..cries unheard..breaths heard..the bleakness of nothing..and with that the shadow vanishes and all is left is a il feeling of all the happiness in the world has been sucked away...for the shaow, darkness was hope and the faith the many needed to thrive on another day...til then the fear remains awaiting its return..
the silent stalker that waits
the eyes that see
the lips that caress the cold as it bites at its warm exposed flesh
hold tight that breath
the sweat swept from a brow
the choking grip of a ivory handle
the glint of a metal cold to touch and soft like a razor through butter
grinding teeth
Site Map