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Poetry
i 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
Poetry And Prose
(i wrote this many years ago but copyrighted it in 2004...i get to spend
Poetry By Stinger Nitro
I 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
Poetry
Into 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
Poetry
A 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
Poetry
The 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 By Others
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
Poetry
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 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
Poetry
as 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
These 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
Poetry And Lyrics
You 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
Poetry
I 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
Poetry
You get comfort from talking to a friend, but the answers come from within you. Lord 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 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
Poetry
I 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.
Poetry Night
The 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 L
Poetery
You'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 Me
My 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
Poetry--unnamed
You 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
Poetry
vengeance 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/short Story Ideas
Over 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,
Poetry
Trials 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
Poetry
Why 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
Poets
Robert (Lee) Frost (1874-1963) American poet, one of the finest of rural New England's 20th century pastoral poets. Frost published his first books in Great Britain in the 1910s, but he soon became in his own country the most read and constantly anthologized poet, whose work was made familiar in classrooms and lecture platforms. Frost was awarded the Pulitzer Prize four times. Nature and Frost's rural surroundings were for him a source for insights "from delight to wisdom", or as he also said: "Literature begins with geography." FIRE AND ICE Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. Robert Frost was born in San Francisco, California. His father William Prescott Frost Jr., a journalist and an ardent Democrat, died when Frost was about eleven years old.
Poetry
WAIT 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
Poetry
See 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
Poetry
THE 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 Me
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Poetry
These 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 he
Poetry
The 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.
Poetry
press 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
Poetry
My 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
Poetry
Poetry
Je 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 m
Poetry
Through words of sizzling interlude two sultry strangers intertwine and melt within a scorching trip, embarking deep into the mind where fantasies of lust unwind upon a playground filled with rides that tantalize and tease the drive as fabricated senses thrive inside this stimulating dream where sensual verses come to life. The touch, the taste, erotic sounds created by licentious thought evolve into vitality as dreams are mingled with the truth and loneliness controls the night when words are penned romancing time, displacing space as souls combine within their secret realm of light without restraints and free to find the magic held inside their minds to make their dreams reality. They'll tear the fantasy apart, release the power within their hearts. There 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
Poetry & Random Thoughts
It is so cold....can't 't be real because it is the middle of summer and there is no breeze to set the sheer curtains covering the big six paned window to dancing. Brent pulled the crisp linen sheet up and under his chin and squinted toward the window. He could see that the window was wedged up about three inches to let in the fresh air. But the air was still. He thought real hard about sounds and strained to listen to those of the night out and beyond his window. The sounds of the swamp always made him feel safe. Actually everything about the swamp did. It was his playground after all. Brent scooted, up and over his pillow until his back was against the grand mahagony headboard. In a whisper he broke the silence of his room. "Not right. No sounds out there." Where are the croakers, or the crickets? Brent gulped because he heard nothing. Not even the the gator girls. Didn't papa say that the alligator girls would be singing for a fellow of their own? They should be everywhere out
Poety
Never 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/writing
In 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
it 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
Poetry
It 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, perhap
Poetry Blogs
Don'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
Poetry Blogs
Poetry
Picking 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
Poetry
Turn 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 Love is like a gentle breeze, That flows throughout eternity. Some will find its tender fate, While others find jealousy and hate. Then love will close its humble doors, Leaving many with sores. In thier hearts, forever scarred, Love is a prison without the bars. Sherry D. Parrish Feb. 10, 1985 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. Thos
Poetry
In 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 Not Too Late 4-7-07 What if I were older than you What if you were older than I What would either of us do Would we just say good-bye If you were only eighteen I would hope you had a cherry to pop If you were only twenty-eight I would hope you had a bush to crop If you were only thirty-eight I would hope you had something to teach me If you were only forty-eight
Poetry/songs
I 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.. how can you see into my eyes like open doors leading you down into my core where I’ve become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold until you find it there and lead it back home (Wake me up) Wake me up inside (I can’t wake up) Wake me up inside (Save me) call my name and save me from the dark (Wake me up) bid my blood to run (I can’t wake up) before I come undone (Save me) save me from the nothing I’ve become n
Poetry
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 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 From A Crazy Person
My 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 Release
if 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 Motion
Here 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
Poetry
dark 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
Poetry
I'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 Me
They 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
Poetry
As 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
Poetry
I 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
Poetry
And 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 withou
Poetry
Month 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 Thoughts
There 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 Nazerene
Things 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 Me
PLEASE HELP ME WIN THE EYE CONTACT CONTEST.... I AM JUST ASKING FOR AT LEAST 20 VOTES... I WILL RETURN THE LOVE.... THANKS... WHITE ICING You are gone now, Hopefully to a better place. One thing we know for sure is that, Our memory of you will never be erased. You lived a long life as a, Loving wife, mother, and grandmother. We all miss you but we know it’s for the best. Because we know now your soul can finally rest. Now we thought that we would be fine, But still we are torn apart. We know you haven’t left us because, You live inside our hearts. You were like an angel from the sky, Why god chose you we don’t know why. One thing we know for sure is that we love you, And now we have to say goodbye. 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
Poetry Written For Me
MORE 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
Poetry
There 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. 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 too little Watch TV too much Pray too seldom We have multiplied our possessions but reduced our values We talk too much Love too seldom and hate too often We've learned how to make a living
Poetry
All 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. Life Active, be
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 Cl
Poetry
In 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
Poety
Looking 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 day
Poetry
There'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 In Motion
People 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
Her 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
Poetry
The 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
Poetry
I 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
Poetry In Motion
This 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
Life 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,
Poetry
Awakening from an endless, dormant slumber eyes opening to see a different view. Awakening to find the ancient world I once knew crumbled, replaced with the dawning of a new that exists within the realm of you. Awakening within me, my fragmented and tattered soul Caressed and mended by a brilliant power beyond all my control. Awakening the seed that was planted by the ones above, fulfilling our destiny's by within us both awakening the power of unconditional love. Dreaming 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
Poetry
Scratch 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?
Poetry
Bend 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."
Poetry Of A Dying Soul #1
I 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
Poetry
I 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
Poetry Corner
I'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
Poetry
The 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
Poetry
THIS THREE PART SERIES WAS WRITTEN BACK IN 98 WHEN MY WIFE AND DAUGHTER PASSED AWAY. She's short and beautiful With long brown hair and eyes. Her hair flows down Like unseen waterfalls in mystical lands. Here eyes are the very portals That would ensue any man. Oh how I yearn to Run my fingers through such locks of loveliness. Oh how I yearn to Stare into such portals of unforsaken beauty. Her body is of any mans desire. The very hourglass figure of time. Her bosoms are perfectly rounded And firm as ripened cantelpoupes Fresh off the vines. Her rear is as rounded and soft As a fresh brick-oven baked bread Set to cool on the windowsill. Oh how I yearn to Wrap my arams around her thin Waist and pull her tight just to Feel the beat of her bosom from a caring heart. She smells of incense and pomegranites. Milk and honey drip from her soft lips. Oh how I yearn to Experience the odours of countryside Italia. Oh how I yearn to Taste the sweet flavours of na
Poetry
Hey 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
As 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
Poetry
This 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!
Poetry Corner
This 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
Poetry Update
Well 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.
Poetry
i 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
Poetry
Too 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
Poetry By Wildman
With 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...
Poetry/free Writing
Satin 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
Poetry By Angel Eyes
I 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,
Poetry
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, My heart i was not prepared. I cant go on like this, Im living our final kiss, My mind is full of pain and hurt, Smelling your perfume on that worn out shirt, Why would you leave me, im crying, i need to at least know why, God are you spo empty and so full of hate, That you cant even say a goodbye. I 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,
Poetry
His Triumph Dark clouds falling from a dampened sky Tainted air around, constricting such purity Obscuring haze, concealing a distorted reality Crashing waves fall while silently illuminated Afflicted blood flowing through hollow veins Lifeless emotions seducing an empty eternity Such turmoil and strife led by a blinded touch Wearing crocodile tears as if honest sincerity Constant chastising words, corrupted deception A life taken in vain, blackened truth revealed Forsaken bloodlines reappear, alleging innocence Years retired nothing said, only ignored existence Today laid to rest unable to protest their profanity Tears of loyalty fall from emerald windows of pain Siblings of different wombs, bonded infinitely Whispers turn to silence, words sharply cutting deep Shame quickly searched each defiled heart’s lining Birds sing their tune, grass slowly begins to sway Moment of truth now known, humiliation taking its toll His pain and suffering revealed, nothing
Poetry
The knot is there The hideous knot I can’t bare Bringing its unwelcomed pain Spreading through, corrupting my brain Origin of my depression Stays without invitation What will I do to ease the pain? Drink so much I forget my name Or slice my wrists till blood is flowing Death is knocking and I’m not ignoring Will this be my final day Or will salvation come my way? Silently I watch the day Go by in gentle dismay Filled with sorrow without reason Perhaps it is my own hearts treason Nowhere to turn to relieve my burden So I silently sit watching the days curtain Release of the pain is what I desire Rage kindles an internal fire Inside it stays as I wait Silently sitting trying not to break I come to you veiled in black My tainted soul inside out Can you see its decayed aura? Guilt, betrayal will not cleanse With soap or steel wool. Help me deal! Shove my soul back in its place. Put a wreath of daisies on my brow. Adorn me in a robe of
Poetry
Walk in the warmth of my presence Feel the innocense Here not to decay Bathed in dirty blood day after day Lost within what I say Wollow in the fear of dissaray Blinded in what I see Father please watch over me Never found my own way A dead past molded by clay Cant stand this confusion Taking from me this solution Left with only desperation Down to the bowels of hells cration Screaming and reaching outward Twisted thoughts of reason obserd Swim to the shore of salvation Demons twist and writhe in damnation Trying to destroy every living soul Bring them to the bell that tolls Running through paralis lies As my tortured soul dies Nothing left in the skies Only darkness through its eyes Staring through my soul When can I know Pressure beyond my means Spiritual presence now clear Take my pain out of here Cast away every existance Betray me not death is persistant Clear all thats torturing me Hel
Poetry
COPYRIGHT by AUTHOR and CIVITASDEI.US -riptide- The night ended with us cleaning up blood and a thousand sparkling shards of soiled glass. Tonight was a success, by all means— I can’t remember it. I’ve nailed myself down to the floor, and I can hear your persistent knock-knocking but I am trapped here, too far away to reach the door— Nobody is home today. Having useless hands, I composed a letter using my teeth. i lied through them, I told you everything is perfect-pristine, I sleep sometimes at night now— but really I feel hollow and invisible. Falling asleep behind the wheel and waking up just in time for it to be too late for breaks, on a collision course. Screaming soundlessly at my reflection rip-rip-rippling in the water— and I let her take me under, caught in a rip-tide. COPYWRIGHT by AUTHOR and CIVITASDEI.US Good Mourning Love You Me Countless nights and sleepless nights-
Poetry
My eyes filled with sorrow, my heart an empty place, your touch, smile and beauty, can only fill that space, sometimes I think there's no reason, to live another day, then I think of you and my children, and it leaves that thought a stray, then in my mind you linger, and again I'm feeling sad, I never had a clue, being apart could hurt so bad, my soul is already taken, and you know it belongs to you, you're my life, you're my love, my heart belongs to you. The hands of fate have twisted again Altered the love I was to send She saw me with a different eye She waved as she left a tearful goodbye My feelings for her will go forever unseen To be hidden away like a forgotten dream She'll never know as I cloud my eyes I vow forever to keep this disguise I can never open my heart she can never see Exactly what she means to me I smile and wave as rain falls from above Now I know the meaning of unconditional love
Poetry And Such...
The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveller, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference ...Robert Frost What He's Done For Me What He's Done For Me BY: Lydena Toombs For so long I've been lonely Drowning in my tears, No one there to listen Or help me
Poetry To Indulge In.
Why do I feel like we have known each other for so long? Why is it that with you I have this feeling that I belong? How is it that – within every word spoken- Those shy feelings fade & my heart opens As the beast, now has been named And my thoughts run untamed ONLY FOR YOU - - The one to adore And love even more The one to hold on to with a tight grip To grasp on firm and never let them slip The one to everlastingly treasure so profoundly That only somebody that compliments me so soundly CAN ONLY BE YOU Before we ever crossed paths, your destination was chosen From where I sat to what I looked at, time was easily frozen Time tricked me, or just gave me a slight opportunity It was a beautiful evening to dream of unity All details of one another going into place Everything step by step at a perfect pace However, I was new to your theory of reality Yet, I looked at everything with normality From then on you only gave me symbols That corresponds to
Poetry
For life there is a new love, that new love will bring us hope, that hope will bring us a prayer, that prayer gives us god, God will give life again!!! If i was god , what would u have to say to me If I was an angel , would you ask if u needed me If I was your father , would you look me in the eye If I was your brother , would you sit with and cry These are a few of the things that some of us shun Be true to your heart and open your soul before life is done A day from work and not one call Just me and these here walls The silence is peaceful but no voice is heard It gets depressing and then i hear the birds The birds sing is enough to keep me sane But it is a womans voice, that I need to gain When is it my turn to get that somebody I need That one and only I have longed for ... call it greed But greedy I am not just love i seek I am tired of the liars cheaters and freaks So where is my beauty queen, my sweetheart Is she h
Poetry
Lovely writing by my great long time friend~~one that I cherish and adore~~he has such a gift for writing~~ WHAT IF... There weren’t anymore wars Soldiers were at home when they slept. Politicians never spoke a lie Or made promises they actually kept. WHAT IF Families actually had conversations Mom and dads stayed together as one. Children were raised with values Never separated or had to feel alone. WHAT IF Neighbors actually spoke to each other Lent a helping hand and had a blast. All hospital were near empty Cancer was spoken of as in the past. WHAT IF There was no such thing as drugs No homeless people enduring each day. Crime rate and sexually committed diseases Had no place in society today. WHAT IF Everyone sadly sat with tears Their heads hung down in shame. Knowing there are no WHAT IF’S For reality is true, it is no game. Written by Doyle Kirkma
Poetry And Stuff!!
Current mood: touched The confusion began that day,When all of our hearts turned grey.The strength of Grace had passed away. Grace was my grandma's name She helped us with our problems and lives She lived with God in all of her heart She did 100% more then her part I remember her warm loving touch She shined so bright and cared so much! She smiled through her physical pain Knowing very well what she would gain. I went to her instead of God I know that now she's gone She is happy now,she can walk and run She's rejoicing in her perfect form with God and his son. I miss her and love her so very much She taught me so much,even on a crutch! I do want to see her again someday So Jesus please take all these sins away. Please Jesus help me take her place Give me the wonderfull words of Grace! Take me away from this world of sin I'll do what I have to untill you win. Direct me in your peacefull light Block the darkness tha
Poetry
Sitting tryin to think, visions of you make me weep. Watching you hurting all alone, all i can do is be on the phone. Listening to you cry in my ear, wanting to hold you near . Not knowing where thing are going, yet the emotions are flowing. Wanting to be with you through it all, not wanting to watch you fall. Sometimes I still sit and cry. At night I lie and wonder why. He took you up to a new place, to share with him in his space. Although you are better now. I still don't understand how. You left without even a goodbye, now you know why I cry. My eyes still fill with tears, as I look on into the years. Your voice I can remember, though not always tender I know you loved us all, but my heart is still dull. Parents are forever true, because they will always love you. You might not see this as you go on, but you will when they are gone. It was a hot summer night The moon full and bright Your body surrounding mine I lost all track o
Poetry One
no i don't care what they think 'wrong' is such a matter or opinion i will do as i please pleasure is what makes life good no body shud b denied that eva neva don't take it personal no body owns nE body eva neva its about freedom and pleasure get it rite A madness of empty weariness grips my mind. I've little will to do anything. All desire is but faded shadows and it matters naught. I feel the depression descending upon me. Its work already done in the quiet hours, unsuspectingly, has taken from me the will to fight its insidious intrusion. Suicidal thoughts flirt with my consciousness, whispering sweet nothings of the end of suffering.
Poetry
TODAY~ How do I swallow all this pain when I’m drowning in tears? I cannot cry for fear my kids will see I am lost and alone I don’t know how to pull myself out of this hole Who wants a broken woman with three kids? No hope and no where to run locked in this box of broken despair The Smile I wear, a mask to hide the pain Life goes on whether or not anyone cares In this house I am the last Cleaning out the cobwebs Yet I can’t clean out the ones on the inside It’s the same old tune I have to make sure everyone else is happy and content But I can’t seem to do the same for me Tears flow now but I can’t cry I have to much to do Dishes need to be washed and laundry folded There’s another pair of jeans I cannot replace How do I send them to school in tattered clothes? I miss my lover and my friend but what to do when he is so far away I just want to be wrapped up in your arms and know it will all be okay but You can’t wrap your arms around thi
Poetry
Soft and gentle is the look upon your face I want to hold you and protect you from this place I look into your eyes and get lost in trance such care and tenderness I see in you how can it be that those eyes could be so blue a sadness I wouldn't know how to speak as I kiss you the orbs they start to leak I tell you please don't cry I am here then you tell me thats why I am crying dear! hope you guys like it
Poetry
A special thanks to the ones who keep in touch and have helped me through my time on Fubar. Luv ya and thanks guys...muahzzzzz Falling in love with you is one of the hardest things I've ever done. Some people find that strange, but then, they haven't been fighting their heart for years, relabling every feeling as "misguided" or worse. When I speak to you, I'm still waiting for the numbness that refuses to come. The other day when you left, my heart screamed a protest. Was it fake? I ask myself the question again, the same question I've been asking for all this time. The difficulty of the situation is made harder by the fact you want me too. How do I know? The smiles you give me, the phrases you choose, your eyes. I stare into your eyes and my heart jumps. I stare into your eyes and my head reels. We're best friends, but I think I'm in love with you, I'm convinced you're in love with me, but I can't be sure. I can't tell you my feelings, I can't hear
Poetry
Poetry..words Of Meaning In My Life.
The stars streaked across the deep blue night Out into the world without the slightest bit of fright To the north and south, not a thing would stir My thoughts echoed, and in my head they blurred The rocks were scattered across the river before me With each step I took, it became harder to see The moonlight only reached so far The dark paths ahead seemed so hard Through the trees I now walk And to the smiling moon I talk Though no reply is received Every thought is believed Starlight faded to dawn in my eyes A tear came to my eye as I watched the twilight die The reality of my life soon faded into dreams And to this day, I still wonder what it all means My thoughts are scattered like the clouds above No light breaks through It veils all love My expression is as hard as the trees I pass by The limbs pat me on the shoulder And my spirit begins to fly Cue the sunrise on another dark day It struggles to rise But I still make my way So I turn the page on the book
Poetry
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-- While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping--rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-- Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore-- For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-- Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrows never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-- Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-- Th
Poetry
Fandom. It ruins everything beautiful and good. No...it doesn't ruin...it castrates. It dilutes it to the view of the public, by making it seem like something warm and fuzzy and soft. Then it's just another point of view, just another opinion. It's so gay. Fandom turns enthusiasm into near cultishness. Make it stop. It's what casts Angelina Jolie as Dagny Taggart. It's what makes people happily interested in hearing that Brad Pitt wants to play Howard Roark. These people DON'T live up to them! They're fictional characters, but they're possible...but THOSE people shouldn't portray them. I don't want the prettiest faces playing the greatest heroes... I want the BEST actors...I want the BEST people. Jolie goes against everything about Atlas Shrugged, and so does fucking Brad Pitt. Fuck him if he wants to play Roark, or Rearden, or Galt. He doesn't deserve it. And fuck Angelina Jolie. She's a stupid bitch. It's not fandom making me write this...just an intense...REAL
Poetic Attempts
A glimmer of hope to know you care to know you want me to know you're there interest it comes and fades away nothing changes just the day it seems to be the way it goes a vicious cycle my heart knows I let go i have no hold waiting i am to be told we can be friends this is true but wasnt my hope when i kissed you the hand is open laid down by me i cant take more misery the flowers bloom refusing to die why must this make me cry?
Poetry
Oh come to me, my vibrant one Let me enrich your spirit and touch your soul. I want to please you See you… Taste you…. Touch you… But give me this one small thing- A glance… A word… A sign… Then will you truly understand, That sight of you makes me dream. Eloquent language has been denied me, I use my painting To suggest Spark Speak to the imagination Maybe arouse a glimmer To let our shadows reveal themselves Unlock the door of my heart, Its depths filled with torrential emotion, Its unyielding power threatening to overtake me, Rendering me captive, To its hypnotic vibrations, Each beat achingly pounding my love, Sweet sorrow it is to feel, Yet liken unto death to resist, A curse bestowed upon me, A prisoner of my own heart, To which only you hold the key, Every waking moment I see you, Your face I see in my dreams, Your voice sends my heart asunder, I long to love you, to feel you, To
Poetry And Babble
I’d rip my heart out and pour it into a glass jar if I thought you’d see it clearer. Better for you to see it and conceive it, than to believe me never. Follow this clever thought process, if not, I’ll spoon feed it to you so its easier for you to digest. I confess, I created this existence. A world of desolate plateaus and lost souls, who sold their warmth to live in the cold. It grows old knowing this story will never get told. So, I’ll hook you up to an IV of pure emotion; so when I cry, you cry and together, that’s called devotion. A whole new love potion to set this world in motion, stirring up a commotion they’ve never seen before. But Until then I lore the weak and the wounded to accompany me in this lurid sea of what has become of me. Left for ruin and despondency. Dependency. I I digress I take a deep breath Fill my chest. Feel my heart Feel the blood swim within to keep me bound when I feel apart. Its hard, But somehow, I’ll manage this
Poetry
Fucked Up I gave you my heart, I gave you everything. And now I feel like you're drifting away. Avoiding me? Maybe. Not telling me something ... I think so. It hurts to think that you won't wait for me. It hurts to think that you're with someone else while I'm trapped here and chained to a wall so I can't be in your arms. Fuck, it hurts. Inside I'm sinking ... falling ... forever spiraling downward into a blackened void. Whips across my back, knives against my flesh, poison dripping down my throat. Fists against my face, blackening my ivory skin. I'm dying inside ... I'm falling. Will you catch me? Will you pick me up into your arms and kiss away the tears, brush my hair away from my face and trace my bruises and cuts with your fingers? Will you be there when I wake up from my coma? Will you save me? Will you? I close my eyes and all I can see are eyes that entrance my mind and heart, and a smile that melts my very soul. You pull me out of
Poetry
Silk is the smoothness of your hair. Starwberries is the taste of your lips. Pure bliss is what you give me, when we are together. Cloudy skies is what I have when we are apart. You give me full health when I am near you. I am dead when I am away from your beautiful body and personality. I have the world when I hug you. I have nothing when I can't hold you in my arm's. Thomas Richard Dillbeck
Poetry All That I Have Left
one guy amazing kid everyone loves him i mean he had it all wit, smarts, looks, sense of humor, etc. and i was lucky enough to have been with him and supposdily he loved me which is a word i highly doubt ill ever use again offered me a ring we were just waitin to set a day but yea im young so just like everyone said it woudlnt work out it didnt and because i did one thing wrong i messed the whole fucking thing up i realized my mistake and gotten on my hands and knees and pleaded for your forgiveness and i would wake up every morning just so i could make a plan to see or talk to you but its all good youve moved on you have a new women while i sit and wait one word of advice for myself never fall for a guy you said for me to tell you thank you i said for what and you replied with a matter a fact kind of way "because i gave you your freedom" and i could have just said thank you to this gentlemen and been on my way but i felt all the fury inside burst and i said i fought
Poetry
The full moon fills the woods with light The mother fox leaves her den The Raven's flight upon the night The wolf steals through the Glen The druid's grove filled with his might His staff raised high and then He calls forth the powers of the earth And the Faeries dance yet again Light to hear when nothing is said to see when all is dark it is not a puzzle for there are no edges with no edges there is no center there is only light Winter winds softly go Falling leaves so softly blow Into the piles they all must go These fallen leaves Piles of leaves fallen there Leaves who lived without a care And died so trees could slumber here These fallen leaves Bursting forth with freshest green Springtime dew a shimmering sheen Bright colors red and orange and then These fallen leaves And every one as happy as can be To bring life to their world of tree Their perfect place in the universe These fallen leaves
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simple hello you came in to my Life with a simple hello Was not looking for anything to start just wanting to chat with someone in open thought ... never did I think that the words we have shared would touch my heart the way that they did... the more we talk the more I get to know the man that you are the more I found myself looking forward to the next phone call, we are going to share... not sure where thing Might go Or what the In store for us Nor whats in my heart, just knowing I dont want it to stop written by norma c brooks -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sating Here wishing I had someone to call Mine Watching everyone one walking by hand In hand Yet Here I sat All Alone closing my eyes and dreaming Of the day when he walking to my Live and knowing with just a smile that he is the ONE opening My eyes and whispering to God WHAT AM I DO
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Since I was concieved by my mother it was by gods grace I live. It was him who would guide my feet and hold my hand so I could walk in the ways of his righteousness. But, somewhere along the way I stumbled and turn my back on my heavenly father. While I was out in the world he still showed me his loving grace. He let me go my way but always kept hie eyes on me where ever I went. During my life I tried to obtain things that were out of reach without his help and ended up doing things that made him frown down on me. I knew that god was watching me from his throne in heaven but it never concern me one bit. Until he deceided one day it was time for me to come back to him. He sits on his throne with his arms wide open to recieve me with loving and caring heart. I owe all that I am to god because of the love he has shown me through the years. Now I only live because it is "BY GODS GRACE." I crept into your dream last night although you didn't know. I was there,I kissed your eyes,your nose,y
Poetry
"wake up"....... a small voice inside my head my soul stirs "wake up"..... gentle voice my mind crys, my body pushes it away "Wake Up"..... more insistent "Wake Up"..... urgent go away, please, just go away can you not see i hurt "wake up... wake up... wake up"... whisper in my mind "can you not see, your day has begun without you".... gentle, mournfull, but there is no pity, only love and pain "wake up"..... my mind crys, my body pushes away, i dont know how.... i dont know how..... "i cannot do it for you.".... soft whisper, small voice my mind crys, my body pushes away "WAKE, CHILD OF GOD. DO YOU NOT SEE, YOUR DAY HAS BEGUN WITHOUT YOU!" i am afraid, my mind crys, my body pushes away "the world turns, Oriah, and watches dispassionately as you sleep on. Wake up... Wake up... Wake up..." i dont know how to make this go away i dont know how to make this stop, i dont know how to hold up my hand. and in the end, i will cry myself to sleep, and no one will know. a
Poetry - Some Romantic Some Erotic
Hundreds of suitors yearn for your heart, I am simply a poet of movement, a jockey of word art. As suitors sell and try to hustle you with romance, I can only splash the screen with colors and dance. They are beaters of drums as gold banners unfurl, They offer you lush gifts in a glistening world. Suitors also bear torches and are carvers of stone, But whisper their poems and always surrender their thrones. And there in your doorway, no shadow will be cast, As you are surrounded by ghosts from the past. Just look into their eyes, you'll see windows of pain, Ready to collect your heartache like droplets of rain. Yet I stand before you, with my palms to the sky Not much in my pocket, It's of no use, I've tried. What I can offer, is where words have no place, A heart that's true, and my love for you that awaits. It really was a folly of youth, I should have been more careful. After this I always was. At 15 I heard the 2 words every teen dreads, The 17 year olds sa
Poetry
I sit here on my bed Taking in the way I feel. I sit here wondering If you know at all. What I am thinking And how I feel inside. I'm dying to tell you To see if you feel the same. But I just can't find the words To say what I want to say. Emptiness fills my heart And I think of you. A deserted road leading to nowhere Is what I'm on. Stumbling over bumps of heartache, pain, happiness, and anger. Not knowing where to turn Surrounded by emotions. Thoughts of you all around Calling my name Words you said resounding in my head. Hitting my knees, I start to cry As I remember those moments you said goodbye. Now all alone on this deserted road Emptiness fills my heart And I think of you. You're everything I need All rolled into one. You always keep me smiling When my hope is gone. You are the one that I dream of. The one I want to be with. The one who I see me with As the days of my life go on. You see me in a different light Unlike anyone else. You le
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I think he is my soul mate I say this because it is just remarkable that we are nearly the same person. He is a guy who although has his own favorite genre of music, still listens frequently and enjoys other types of music and from all generations. He gets frustrated about work and vents it out in one long breath. In happening, the person hearing it almost lives it or in fact has. He will sit there with phone in hand not saying a word and not necessarily expecting one either. It’s like in the distance, two people at that moment are closer without having said anything. He makes you laugh as much as you make him laugh. He can make you cry without knowing. He is overly flirty in trying to just be nice to someone. Leading to a bigger picture and that is feelings no matter how strong. Thinks more about how something will effect others now rather than how it may effect him in the future. He has a great sense of humor. Sometimes surprising you because his lit
Poetry
Sometimes the days never end - Other times they go too fast - Is there a time when we can catch a moment in our hand and never let it go? Memories.....those are the eternal moments, fragments of time, held fast in our minds - locked away in our hearts. Are those moments frozen in time when they are locked in our memory? Frozen, like people and places in a photograph? Does time actually stop and lock in those few precious seconds??? Are they floating around, in some parallel universe? ...A universe full of nothing but peoples memories mingling with each other to form new frozen moments for the next person to discover? I just got home from taking my sister to work...on my way this is what I saw... I was heading up the road and got to the stop light. Its a long wait at that light, to steal from the TV show WEEDS - its the punishment light, so I had time to look around and see what was going on. A man was walking up the median carrying one of those little plasti
Poetry
Meant To Be I have been in love beforebut nothing compares to thisyou've touched my heart and soulIn places others have always missed.There's so much peace and comfortyour whole being brings to meThis love is so complete
Poetry
Slender beams of illumination enter this darkened chamber as I kneel, always lost, always alone, frozen here, waiting. Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as dust dances in the air, forming an image in my mind, penetrating my exposed soul. A reflection on a deathless face. I raise my head, now embracing this oblivious darkness. Alone in Darkness the night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, lost are we. the understanding for which you sacrifice yourself flares once, then dies, devoured by your obsession. all hope must fail. Untitled Around, all around, the dark memories gather. My dread grows as the stroke of death falls against my naked soul. It wounds me, and darkly my essence drips to the wicked earth that is my prison. In a strange and terrible glee I beg forgiveness while the end of life takes my hand. Now alone, my soul falls upon howling eyes. This is because of you what you have done what have you wrought?
Poetic Justice
Long ago in endless time Somewhere in empty space The Gods gave substance to themselves And to this earthly place. Then the sons of the Gods chose the earth To carry on a fight That started in another place Between darkness and the light. Now the Arya were the sons of the Gods And order was their cause, For chaos cannot prosper In the light of Nature's laws. The Arya spread across the earth And taught the Folkish way, And for a time order reigned, But 'twas a short lived day. For darkness had a battle plan And an army all in place. 'Twas stealth and wealth and cunning In the hands of an alien race. The alien brought the darkness To every folkish land, Stole their wealth and heritage With usury's hidden hand. Purchased kings and fostered wars So kindred Folk were slain By those of selfsame kin and blood On every earthly plain. The alien taught the Arya That a Nation's not a Race, Nor culture, nor kin, nor heritage, Nor even similar face. A
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Emotions, to many to count all in my head screaming, yelling, and they all have questions. I have no answers. I’m just as confused as they come. I’m always wanting but never getting. It’s so close I can almost see it. “NO”, they say. “You can’t have it.” “Why?” I say. They turn away. “Why?” They don’t look me in the eye. “Why?” I cry. It’s so close I can almost see it, touch it, smell it, and taste it. Make it stop. I think too much. It seems like all of these things are just clouding my head. What do the want from me? I have nothing to take. I hold on to my pride, that you cannot have. I hold on to my love, what’s left of it anyway. “It’s mine”, I say. I give and I give. What’s left? What’s mine? You take and you take. Your pockets full, seems busting. Your hands are full of me, my life, my fight and my light. My eyes full of hurt, fear, and disgust. My heart is running on empty. The sign says no more, stores closed, and your credit
Poetry
I was born in this infested pool of Hurt, Secrets, and Lies. Anger is over flowing with the Pain that was in flicked on them. This house is full of Little Dirty Secrets that no one dares to share. The Lies upon Lies that everyone has told to keep the Truth of the Hurt they feel are catching up to them. The Hurt from so long ago is so deep And is still so real. I try to swim in this very deep pool with my eyes closed shut drowning with all the years of Unresolved Hurt, Pain and Hate. But no one seems to see that these feelings and ways of thinking are passing on to their children. We Do Not See. We are caught in the middle with no relief in sight. It’s just put away in a chest, chained and buried in the deepest part of their hearts Never to be opened for their Fear that everyone will Know their Hurts, Secrets, and Lies. Make love to me. Make love to me like that's the only thing you want to do in the world. I am all yours. I give myself to you gladly. My body i
Poetry
Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to witness before family and friends the exchange of solemn vows between (first and last name) and (first name) "WHO LOVES YA, BABY?" (last name). If there be any suspicious minds present in the audience doncha think it's time to speak now or never - their love won't wait. (First and last name), repeat after me: It only took one night to get stuck on you, and now my wish came true, you big hunka hunka burnin' love! I thought you were nothin' but a hound dog, cryin' all the time, but now I know you're my teddy bear 'cause tigers play too rough and lions ain't the kind you love enough. So kiss me quick and love me tender for I can't help falling in love with you. (First name) "WHO LOVES YA, BABY?" (last name), repeat after me: It took a hard headed woman to make me king of the whole wide world. I thought you were the devil in disguise but you turned out to be my puppet on a string. I use
Poetry
Why did you lie? you bottled it all inside you said all we need is time now you've said goodbye my heart is torn apart it's lying on the floor you've broken my heart You've open the door I loved you so much I tried so hard but in the end Your heart was barred you left me with an empty heart now my world has fallen apart You say I don't love you the way you do me That I use you and I don't feel a thing but what you don't know is that If you wanted to you could break me you could murder me with just four words If you wanted to you could have me walking on air could have me pulling my hair.... Do you know? You say I love you you say you miss me You tell me each night you can't go on without me I want to belive you I want you to love me But I have been hurt once before A man came in and tore me apart Now, Im with you and I don't know where to start you say 'i love you' you say you care, but in the end, your not there You say you need me you t
Poetry/ Writings/ramblings By Our Fam
They are all lovely They are all grand The ones you cannot handle The ones that fit nicely in a hand All colors and shapes I really dont care I love all the boobies Maybe not the ones with hair... The boobies make me smile As they shimmy and shake Oh those wonderful boobies To this poem I dedicate... Muahh to my new boobielicious friends... Laugh a little Play a little Joke around a little Written for us by Witchie Woman :)
Poetry 2
Love is in the air All the maidens so fine and fair Hugging and loving you now and then kissing and cuddling forever and Loving you now more then ever Now is then and then is now Together forever with no doubt AS I LOOK DEEP INTO YOUR EYES. I SEE LOVE THAT MAKES ME FLY. YOUR TENDER KISSES ON MY LIPS. STRONG HANDS GRASPING MY HIPS. IN LOVING EMBRACE YOU HOLD ME NEAR, MAKING ME SMILE WITH NO FEAR. IN EACH OTHERS ARMS TOGETHER, MY LOVE FOR YOU ALWAYS AND FORVER. MY HEART BREAKS MORE AS EACH DAY GOES BY, HURTING SO BAD IT MAKES ME CRY. WANTING TO BE BY YOUR SIDE, I FEEL AS IF MY HANDS ARE TIED. YOUR MILES AWAY FROM ME, YET I FEEL WE ARE MEANT TO BE.
Poetry Mine And Others
Sky's Song My home is at W.O.L.F., yet it should not be. I'm cared for and loved here, but long to be free. The humans who made me not knowing what they do did not understand me or what I'm inclined to do. My spirit is wild, not to be contained, to run free, to play free to live my life naturally. Copyright ©1999 Lisa Ritter Cold was my soul.... Untold is the pain.... I faced when you left me.... A Rose in the rain.... Listening to the sounds of the night Crickets chirping while the wind whispers through the tall reeds. Feeling the moons glow on my face warming my soul in the chill of the night. Thrilling me with the desire for the hunt and churning my blood into a hot frenzy. Tilting back his head our leader calls us to become one and eagerly we obey. Romping and nipping each other in friendly greeting we wait for the action to begin. As the Lord Wolf steps off into the shadows of the night we fan out at his heels. Noses to the wind we search for the mea
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Poetry In Motion
Left and broken, did you care? ashamed and scared. Why did you hurt me? Abused and batterd, that's my blood on the floor. Slaves don't get beat this hard, why do you treat me like this for? tortured and hated, I lay crumbled on the dirty mattress. My hair hasn't been combed, and I don't remember putting clean clothes on in forever. I smell of three day old pee. used and betrayed, I know how a motherless child feels. I have nowhere to go, no home, no help. But what does it matter to you? I could stay here, and count the hours until you come back, but I'm scared you'll beat me tonight. "Don't hurt me," I plead with you. But what do you hear? Nothing!! you get what you want, and leave me lying there. I tried to run away, but you found out. a friend of your told you where I was. "You can't hide forever, I'll eventually find you one day," Was all you said to me Before it started again. How could've i been such a foold to believe you? Hurt+beatings don't = lov
Poetry
IF I COULD LIVE IN A GREATER WAY IF I HAD WINGS TO SPREAD TO FLY AWAY I WOULD GO FAR SOMEWHERE I KNOW THERE'S ALWAYS A BETTER DAY IF I COULD FLY AWAY IF I COULD PROVE I COULD SOAR THROUGH THE SKY HIGH AS THE MOUNTAINS WAY UP HIGH I WOULD FLY AS GRACEFUL AS AN EAGLE OR OVER THE SEAS AS A GALIANT SEAGUL IF I COULD FLY AWAY IF THERE WERE NO TOMORROW TO LOOK FORWARD TO IF THERE WERE NO PAIN FOR ME TO GO THROUGH I WOULDN'T WISH THESE THINGS I SAY I WOULDN'T WISH I COULD FLY AWAY IF THINGS STAY THE SAME THERE'S NO ONE TO BLAME ONLY OURSELVES WHO DARE TO CARE ONLY US WHO SHOULD BE FAIR IF I COULD FLY AWAY WRITTEN BY DAUGHTER "NESSA" JULY 9, 2003 DAY BY DAY I SIT HERE MAKING WISHES FLY HIGH AS A BIRD IN THE SKY BE WITH MY LOVE TILL THE DAY I DIE WISHES THAT ONLY A DREAMER COULD HAVE WISHES THAT EVEN DREAMERS CAN'T HAVE TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE IN MY COMMUNITY BEING MYSELF A DIFFICULT DUTY OTHERS EXPECT HIGHLY OF ME I JUST WISH I COULD BE FREE TO COME AND GO
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I am me Me is she She is I Black and beautiful Voluptuous and your fantasy Intelligent and silly Homely and sweet Sexually obsessive at times Addictive and Optimistic Loving and Appreciative Captivating and understanding Equal Opportunist The ability to do anything I am me Me is she She is I Demanding Possibly possessive Mature and sometimes stupid A sexual being Talented and dream oriented Respectful and selective Open-minded Willing and sometimes a liar Sneaky and secretive Romantic and apologetic Confused and impatient Playful and hard-working I am me Me is she She is I I am PHAT ladies and gentlemen Whether you like it or not Plus sized and loving Every roll on my back Every stretch mark on my body Every dimple in my ass And every time my thighs rub together Is just a reminder of how much of a woman I am I am PHAT ladies and gentlemen Pretty Hot And Tempting
Poetry
Poem by: Robert Burns My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer - A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe; My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North The birth place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow; Farewell to the straths and green valleys below; Farewell to the forrests and wild-hanging woods; Farwell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe; My heart's in the Highlands, whereever I go. _________________________________________________ I dream of Scotland...of seeing it someday...such a beautiful place.
Poetry
paper Aug 3, 2005 12:39 PM a peice of paper I hold in my hand. So inviting, just seems to understand. Doesn't laugh, no weird looks as I write how I feel. just a once white paper making my thoughts real. If I like it I'll hang it for others to see. This fine paper that reveals so much about me. If I hate it then it's okay for me to tear it to shreads. Because sometimes thoughts are fleeting and should never be read. A peice of paper I hold in my hand. So inviting, just seems to understand. Doesn't laugh, no weird looks as I write how I feel. Just a once white paper making my thoughts real. my unfinished song... work in progress Current mood: artistic Category: Music chorus- think you can tame me; claim me? oh no no no boy you're crazy, no maybe; and you hafta go think you can save me??? BUT I DON'T NEED A HERO!!! verse 1- used to find it funny how you followed me around i had you wrapped anround my finger, thats what i found yet you nev
Poetry
Why were you so selfish? Why were you so cruel? How could you ever think That suicide was cool? “My life was screwed up,” Is what you would say, But you didn’t have to End your life that way. I would have helped you In your time of need. But you wouldn’t let me, The only emotion you showed was greed. I miss you so much More than you will ever know, But my life has moved on And I also must go. Your life is over And mine will go on. I wished for so long That you weren’t gone. All I want now Is to know why. Why would anyone Want to die?
Poetry
At night I hear a beast howling in the darkness. I sit and listen the sound it makes and I wonder to who or what does it call. While I pounder these things I hear the howl grow louder and louder. Then I feel a horror wash over me. What if just what if the beast other is calling to me? I go to my mirror and look my self in the eyes to know that my thoughts are fiction. But what I see in my eyes is not the me I knew. But the beast that I have heard every night of my life. The beast is me I am the beast. I look at my reflection and I know the my thoughts are not fiction. There is a beast in all of us. A beast howling for freedom. But do you know when your beast comes out at night.
Poetry
Angel With Honor by AngelofLove He came to me from out of the heavens, As I was standing alone. My heart so heavy and ladden with fears, The road ahead of me so long. His words rang so true, They swept my tears away. He comforted me, cared for me, Made me complete, He showed me the way. Honor was his light, Peace was his strength, Happiness was his goal, Love is my reward. Although we have just begun, Time will take us on this journey, Hand in hand we will explore, All God meant us to know. First step being the hardest, That one we have made. Our journey we are beginning, Our destination unknown. Honor being our guide, Peace being our strength, Happiness being with us, Love our reward. Always remember, I love you... Always remember I love you More than words Could ever show, And I think of you always- Much more than You could know And now until forever, Always remember this too, There's no one I could ever love More than
Poetry
I'd do her by: Raso If her vulva's not pink but it doesn't stink...I'd do her If she's the queen of all whores but doesn't have any soars...I'd do her If she has no tits but swallows not spits...I'd do her If she looks like a mutt but takes it in the butt...I'd do her If she wets her bed but gives great head...I'd do her If she has no legs but can cook scrambled eggs...I'd do her If she has 12 toes but doesn't pick her nose...I'd do her If she constantly nags but her boobs don't sag...I'd do her If she's on the rag but doesn't gag...I'd do her If she's a total bitch but doesn't have the itch...I'd do her Who am I kidding, I'd do any chick without an adams apple...and even then...well..I'd have to be totally drunk.
Poetry
Emotions in a Row By: April Terry Loneliness, A feeling of isolation. Can it be, That what should be, One of the happiest times, In ones life, That they feel so utterly alone? Happiness, A feeling of pure joy. Can it be, The one feeling, We have learned to resist, In ones life, From the lack there of? Sadness A feeling of melancholy. Can if be, The one feeling, We have resided within, For so long, In ones life, That we must always feel? Feelings, No matter what, They are always with us. Written on our faces, Mark by scars, On are skin, And in our hearts Questions, Will they read the signs? Will it be the truth? Can one be so selfish? Do they even care? As they watch us die, From our bleeding hearts? Oblivious, A state of mind? Or is it a choice? Does one choose, To be so ignorant. Of the pain they cause, To those around them? Pain, How much must one know, Before they can be free? Will the hurting ever cease? Or is this th
Poetry
hey all i'm back and lovin it!!! drop me a line and rate and comment on my new main pic i love it!! hey all just want to let everyone know i'll be gone for a while net is down at my place so don't think i'm ignoring you!! hope everyone has happy holidays if ya don't see me back by then!!! yIntoHeaven.com - Online Karma Test Click Here! Jenifer, Your Karmic Alignment is: Optimistic! Score: 11 In general, you tend to create poitive actions. You have a caring personality which gives you positive Karma. Every now and then you slip up and harvest negative Karma. But, all in all, you follow lines similar to the Monks on their way to enlightenment.
Poetry
My heartbeats echo bouncing off the walls the sounds are static your name it calls It's only silenced with your voice fact of life no free choice this bitter/sweet love consuming us both next lifetime is ours ................. ©dutchlips06/15/08 My face is painted the snowiest of white Enhancing my features for my Lords delight Black and crimson are my eyes and brows Expressing more then nature allows My lips are painted in a heart-like shape Crimson to lure eyes, there is no escape Dancing in my silks around my Lord My scented fans are not to be ignored Enticing his Lordship with all my charms Hoping at night he will take me in his arms I would let my passion and my learning's Kindle his fire and heighten his yearnings Kama Sutra I know but in Japanese I have learned it all. I serve to please The art of bathing and massaging too Dressed in silk so thin you can see through Which ever way his wishes lead I will grant and ful
Poetry
An All-American Bluesville Boy His touch was a winner's he'd launch pig- skin carrier pigeons for six points roll a curve off the table for a strike moonwalk for a fingertip hoop his touch was a touch too good for class, gave him professional ambitions made him Wal-Mart's first pick in the bag boy draft Little kids are a lot like Jesus, they often die of sins not their own; like the ones who die in Bluesville praying: "Father God, please save us cause Momma's gone" It's not them who fail to pay the heat, leaving out the house with the oven on; and they're not out there on their feet, hustling Disciples' blessings to carry on Maybe they die to save the mothers who walk cracked pavements on Friday nights trying to gather a little income with the only training street messiahs let them have Mercy be to little children who who often die of sins not their own Sometimes they suffer sacrifice of life, to
Poetry
If you ever need to talk, I'll listen to your every word. If you ever need a piggyback ride, just hop on board. If you ever want to kiss, touch me with your soft lips. If you ever want to cuddle, I'll wrap my arms around your hips. If you ever want to cry, just rest your head on my shoulder. If you ever need warmth, I'll hold you as you get colder. If you ever get scared, I'll fight away your biggest fear. If you ever need me, I'll always be here. (I wrote this to show what kind of guy I am..I'm not making a lie out of this poem..I would really do these given the chance..I just wish some girls can see this to understand me better) Heroes Our U.S. Soldiers went looking for a fight. They fought for this country, everyday and every night. They didn't fight, to break this world apart. They fought to protect this country, with all of their heart. They went to war, to fight for the United States. Fighting for their country, was their only fate. They l
Poetry
that there was someone out there right now, wishing they were falling asleep in your arms everynight, kissing your lips every morning and wanting to fall inlove wit u forever u kno who u r DO ME SUCK ME BLOW ME FUCK ME BREAK ME TEASE ME BUT DADDI PLEASE ME GRAB ME HOLD ME SPANK ME FOLD ME TURN ME TWIST ME LICK ME FIST ME Jenny was so happy about the house they had found, for once in her life twas on the right side of town, she unpacked her things with such great ease. as she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze. how wonderful it was to have her own room, school would be starting she have friends over soon. thered be sleep overs and parties she was so happy, its just the way she wanted her life to be, on the first day of school everything went great, she made new friends and even got a date. she thought i want to be popular and im going to be, becuz i jus got a date wit the star of the team. to be known in this school you had to have a clout, and dating thi
Poetry
I remember what it was like to watch you sleep in the morning light, Angelic was that handsome face was yours as it had been kissed gently by the sun. I used to wipe the bangs from your eyes just so that it would startle your breath. It was a peaceful time when we were in love. I love the way you smile at me even though time has passed. I lied when I said I didn’t the that look in your eyes. The one that always brings me to my knees. You took my breath away that day. I know our time has passed and new commitments have been made. I sit here reminsing of things that had come to past. And the dreams that were lost, shattered upon the ground. You kept your respect for me and what we once shared. Since that day I have thought long and hard of what I feel. I realized I grieved the life that was ours, the moments lost in time. You didn’t come back to reclaim what was yours. Though the thought had crossed your mind. The ones that have followe
Poetic
I am but fine sand, Meant for deepest blue of the darkest pit, I have been worn and fragmented, From ebb and flow of emotional discontent. I am but fine sand, Ever to be tread upon, I am small broken and jagged, But you have never felt such a soft blade as me. I am but fine sand, I am desired upon your flesh, I will make you remember that beautiful day, I am what you want me to be, And I, Am everlastingly soft. It is but a fabrication Of dreams long past Of loves that never were and never can be Of Lives long forgotten and people that are long since gone Of friends that have never been or ever will be It is but a fabrication The fabrication of humanity The fabrication of truth and justice The fabrication of fair play And of all people are created equal But alas Humanity is just a word Truth and justice will never be Fair play is something no one does And all people are created equal Is surrounded by hate, fear and ra
Poetry In Motion
To you, life was perfect, "peachy-keen" My eyes didn't see it like that You say, every couple fights now and then My heart didn't think it was right I'll try harder, or, It'll get better, was all I ever heard My ears don't wanna listen to you I scream my face blue, and you hold me still My hands don't feel yours anymore Asking me to stay isn't going to work My feet are walking away What have I done To feel all this pain That you force upon me? Put the blame where it belongs The sun's almost down Where will I turn? Don't I get a say in this? Until I figure out what this all means I can't be around you anymore ------------------------------------------------- Sitting alone in this darkened place Looking at everything around But nobody sees The way that I cry The way that I feel Why won't anyone listen to me? I scream out, but it goes unheard I'm in this cage by myself Why? ------------------------------------------------- Lying here tonight In the shallow de
Poetry By Me
I pull the charging handle and a round chambers. I see you running, and the world around me stops. I feel the sweat on my eyebrow, and I am ready. I see you with iron sights, and I feel your fear and anger. I ponder what you've done to me, and I ignore my thoughts. I think of the round finding you, and its hard to imagine. I try not to freeze, and fear engulfs me. I worry of the side effects, and if you will haunt my dreams. I stop all thought, and I prepare to pull the triger. I feel my heart freeze, and my breathing slows. I see you stop, and I know you see it coming. I wait till my natural pause, and my muscles relax. I pull the trigger, and it surprises me. I see the shell eject, and I trace the round. I see your eyes widen, and you say something. I witness the round strike you, and you are no more. I know you are dead, and my first kill is unforgiving. I am an American Soldier, and I follow orders. Turner Claytopia Claytop
Poetry
The four seasons Don’t let your life fade away Like the snow in spring. Don’t let your self die Like the leaves in fall. Take the time to prepare your self Like the tree in winter. Let your self be reborn Like the leaves in spring. Now that you have started anew, Like life in summer, may you grow strong And may you never let the seasons of life Bring you down. Mike L. The Hunter For when you left me, the shred of a noble tear rolled down my cheek. For I was one with noble human feelings; for when you left me, my human side crumbled into the darkness of this rotten world. So the beast I was has re-conquered my human side. For I was doomed to be a hunter, a hunter of evil. For I have tried to live a normal life, I have always been rejected by the human kind. The bread between the greatest of vampires and a human being has made of me the perfect warrior. Roaming from town to town, I use my powers to save the endangered species, the
Poetry
~ Love's Sacred Bond ~ When I lovingly look into your eyes I see the bond of love that ties A Sacred bond that none can sever that binds our two hearts forever Our two lone souls met by fate Two wild hearts that could relate with wild spirits others could not tame our love burns like a fiery flame The key to my heart had disappeared until you, my forever love, appeared You take my heart places it's never been Our spirited passions flying on the wind Unlocking love's mysteries of old as their great secrets to us unfold Their splendor is now ours to hold Mysteries of love more precious than gold Our nights filled with ecstasy's bliss Mornings greeted with passion's kiss I love you in so many ways You ever fill my nights and days... Everything our hearts ever dreamed of Strong as the eagle who soars above Soft and gentle as the purest dove This is our Sacred Bond of love... Memories of the heart to forever last Our nights of love in fields of long g
Poetry
What is love? Love is the feeling I get when I look into your eyes The feeling I get when I am with you Holding you tightly in my arms Love is the feeling I get when I'm with you Just talking to you and listening Hearing about your problems Telling you about mine Love is built with trust and faith Both of them grow with time They grow with time apart and together For they all go together Love is more than a word or feeling It is a combination of many things Love is a powerful word to use Most people don't understand it Love is a word you need to use Carefully and understand the full meaning of For when you find love you why And can say it with trustfulness When I look at you you seem so sad I wish that there is something I could do I feel really bad I want only the best for you I wish for you so much I wait everyday for you to be near I miss and want your touch I wish so much that you were here If I die I want the whole world to know That I woul
Poetry
I need to escape; break away from this hell My incubus has me under his spell Enslaved by what’s pure, sophisticated, and refined How can my life be so intertwined There has to be more than all that I am A life of a lady I’m forever condemned To scream out in frustration, or pain, even pleasure Is forbidden for someone whose virtue is treasured I have the desire to be eternally here I hope that my memory will persevere Immortality is something that few can obtain It’s not for the shy timid mentally sane Will ever I be what I am in my mind? Will I ever break free of the pure and refined? I have failed no matter whom I chose to be So I will sit back and wonder, who is the real me? Fare thee well bright sunny days forever lost in endless dreams These fickle wishes of timeless love eternally block your beams The silent screams deafen my ears and darkness lights the room While lonely emptiness restrains me and invades my happy tomb Solitude and isolation keep me com
Poetry Such As It Is
I am a man divided, full of anger Yet wanting only to rid myself of its taint Every step forward has that moment In the corner of my eye, the evil I feel Creeping inside me Eating at what I want to be I can't get away from its source, not yet I am still held back by the consequences Of actions done out of love that nearly destroyed me I felt like a murderer holding the knife Ready to plunge it in the heart of the one I held dearest And I did, having no choice but to believe That what I wanted most was only destroying me That was the day I lost faith in everything I felt was pure I lost my innocence the day I betrayed my own heart to do as I was told Can I ever forgive myself? Life was never guaranteed to be fair But all I want is a chance to live a happy life Free of the things that anger me Is forgiveness too much for a man without a soul left to sell? Will the villain inside ever go away? What do people mean when they say normal? Is it the stereotyped American dr
Poetry
This is my Tribute to the Iraq War. Two soldiers stare at each other across no mans land with hatred in their eyes. There because of politics and religion. Two men stare at each other. One with a loving wife and 2 kids waiting back home for him. The other with a lover awaiting his return. Two humans stare at each other across no mans land. After today neither will stare no more. I stand at the crossroads A man in black at my left hand Offering me everything I ever wanted The price, My Soul A man in white at my right hand Offering me nothing in this life The price, My Heart Which do I choose My Soul or my Heart When neither mean anything to me. originally dedicated to my ex-girlfriend. WHAT NOW? As I slip the ring on her finger I think about my past All the girls I had And the the few girls I've loved All the bad things I've done And the good things that came of it All the good things I've done And the many bad things that came of it All the places I've se
Poetry
Time has run out, for me. Everything's distant and I don't know what to believe. It's so hard, lost in the world confusion. And I need to leave, for a while. Life is so meaningless; there is nothing worth a smile. So goodbye, I'll miss you. And I'm sorry, but this is my fate. Everything is worthless, no one who wants me to stay. And I'm sorry, but I've waited too long. So here's my goodbye, no one will cry over me. I'm not worth any tears. It's been the years, of abuse. Neglected to treat the disorder, That controls my youth, for so long. I'm in a fleshy tomb, buried up above the ground. It's no use, why should I hold on? It's been five years, don't need one more. So goodbye, life's abuse. And I'm sorry, but this is my fate. Everything is worthless, no one who wants me to stay. And I'm sorry, but I've waited too long. So here's my goodbye, no one will cry over me. I'm not worth any tears. And I'm sorry, but this is my fate. Everyt
Poetry
Distance … like a sunken ship Harbors the treasure of your touch. Unceasingly, I dive the depths In search of one more glimpse. Like a mirage … It gives me the illusion of closeness. So tormented by your absence, I forget to rise for air. Lack of oxygen intensifies my illusion. You mystify me! So with every ounce of hope I force myself deeper into the abyss. And in reaching you - I slip into unconsciousness To spend eternity in your embrace. I longed to spend time with you yesterday~ Simple conversation turned to more than just words on a screen! ~ A hollowness burning deep in my chest ~ A subtle nervousness that won't cease ~ A curiosity that drowns every thought (all reality) ~ A fear of falling to deep once again ~ A silent whisper (a prayer one might say) ~ That fate might bring us nearer ~ Heat penetrating my body ~ Invasively almost destructive! ~ Wonder if only my imagination ~ Getting away with me ~ A hunger far from being quenched! ~ An innocen
Poetry
Stop my heart from beating cannot stand to feel the emotions that lead to the pain, eventual pain she always hurts, never intentional always sorry tears...she has lied can I believe those? Can I touch them they seem real, no sign of illusion or slight of hand, cannot allow... No not again never again, why did you do it? (it was what i wanted to do) when you can't find no one to blame you just blame yourself. another notch she spews forth, repeated by love you, need you, never would of gone through with it never... Funny word never, It rarely means what it says... funny thing about love it seems to follow suit, funny thing about the heart it breaks so often it hardens and becomes a cold shell of what it once was. Funny thing about life... it ends. I'd never take my own life... NEVER. Hands softly caress flesh words never spoken emerge from closed lips the sounds speak of ecstasy the taste sweet intoxicating lost for a moment in eyes that scream truth again
Poetry
Warning - Do Not Order Mexican Viagra ! Important Bulletin Many men are buying 'black market' Viagra pills from Mexican mail-order drug stores. The U.S. Food and Drug Administration announced that several of these pharmacies are mixing the Viagra with ground up Mexican Jumping Beans. The results can be horrible. Here is what you get when you combine Viagra with Mexican Jumping Beans. (Scroll down...) .. .. .. .. .. .. .. Pass this on. Too funny, to not share a laugh Black Dog (Jones/Page/Plant) Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move, gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove. Oh, oh, child, way you shake that thing, gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting. Hey, hey, baby, when you walk that way, watch your honey drip, can't keep away. *Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah, ah, ah. Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah, ah, ah. I gotta roll, can't stand still, got a flame in my heart, can't get my fill. Eyes that shine burning red, dreams
Poetry
i walk along a lonely street. the only sound is my two feet. wondering where everyone has gone. a cool brisk wind moves me along. off in the distance i here a howl. the closer i get i smell something fowl. i glance to the right and what do i see? two pair of red eyes stairing back at me. half afraid and trembling with fear. i start running to the gates that are near. the harder i try to pry them open the flame gets higher . a sinister man says with a grin. believe in me and come on in. should i open them and let my spirit roam? or turn around and head back home?
Poet's Corner
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Poetry N Stuff
theres nothing leftnothing insidetheres no place leftfor me to hidei'm left for deada bleeding heartkeeps seeing redsoon death must startthe tears fall downand mix with bloodthey hit the groundand start a floodi drown in sorrowdazed, and confuzedmy troubles borrowedi'm feeling usedtheres nothing leftnothing insidetheres no place leftfor me to hide a heart will love when it wants to giving you hope 'spite all you do a heart will hope even when blue for her return back home to you a heart will cry cause shes not true bleeding inside when she hurts you a heart will die as it will do without that love that once loved you sometimes i cut myself just to watch it bleed i dont know i just feel the need everything inside ties me in a knot it seems like its the only release i got they tried to say it was all for attention motherfucker wheres all my tension i hurt inside til i dont know me when i feel pain it sets me free its not the same as what you did
Poetry
The Light By: Jennette In a world that has remained dark as night I'm now beginning to see a shimmering light Once barely hearing a beat from this cold heart Which was rather mangled and torn apart Now has your warming love and affection Quickly mending it to perfection Feelings for you flooding in so fast Yet I am confident this time will last I want to thank you for all that you do Thank you for quite simply being you You are my new world flashing so bright I no longer fear what may become of the night No more wandering about offstandish with fright As I have realized now all along you are the light The Last Goodbye By: Jennette If only I had one more chance Or even a quick glance To forever say goodbye Knowing I had one more try And that "I Love You" Could always be true It is always in my head That feelings I always dread I will always feel bad Because of the chance I didn't get and never had
Poetry
DARKNESS EVERYWHERE WITHOUT CHOICE NO ONE HEARS THESE WICKED CHEERS FIGHT THE HATE MAKE NO WIEGHT WITHOUT END WITHOUT FROWN PICK YOURSELF UP AND MOVE ON DOWN because it rains when we wish it wouldn't because men people often do what they shouldn't because crops fail, and plans go wrong- some of us grumble the whole day long. but somehow,in spite of the care and doubt, it seems at last things work out. because we lose where we hope to gain, because we suffer a little pain, because we must work when we'd like to play. some of us whimper along life's way. but somehow, as day will follow night, most of our troubles work out all right. because we cannot forever smile, because we must trudge in the dust awhile, because we think that the way is long,some complain that life's all wrong. but somehow we live, and our skies grow bright, everything seems to work out all right.
Poet Tree
I look out my room's window and picture the things we dreamed about doing or Who we would meet or what they would say. painted love served on a silver platter. Everything is what it seems. I am always. I am never. ending in a tragedy.
Poetry By Me
The Dream Her arms reach out to touch him, yet he is not close enough.She says to be gentle and he is intamitally rough. She hears him whispering and moaning into her ear,saying all the things she has longed to hear. He carresses her moist body, as they begin to sweat.She jerks with excitement, the closer he gets. She feels his lips on her body and she begins to sway. She moans with rythm as he begins to play. She feels her body tense as her dream comes to an end, but he doesn't go away for she dreams of him again. Julie
Poetry.. What Do You Think?
The life of a poet could be perceived in a dramatic movie, But is that the life I have when you take a look at me? I can share with you my thoughts, my dreams, and fears. I can let you know through these words what I have felt through the years. Open the doors for you to see what I have come to be. If you were to completely know who I am, the real me, You may be shocked to know I am far from a fantasy. A real life has been handed my way, Crisis, woes, marriage, and children at play. The emotions that are written on each of these pages for you, All of those feelings I have felt and been through. I do not write lies or assumptions, only the knowledge of my truth. For every letter that you read I have experienced since my youth. So, when you read these poems quietly and reflect, Remember that I wrote these words because every cause has it's effect. Within all of the emotions that have been created and felt, Some would say the greatest is love that would make a heart melt.
Poetry
YOU TOUCH MY HEART SEEING THE OLD AND NEW SCARS YOU WHISPER SWEET NOTHINGS IN MY EAR WITHOUT THOUGHT OF MY PAIN I WELCOME YOUR COMFORTING TOUCH AND SOOTHING WORDS I OPEN UP AND SUBMIT MYSELF TO YOU YOU SEEK OUT AND SCORCH EVERY INCH OF MY BEING WITHOUT THOUGHT OR CAUTION I LET YOU INSIDE YOU EXPLORE AND FIND YOUR TARGET EMBEDDING YOURSELF INTO MY HEART LIKE AN INFECTION FEEDING I TAKE UR ABUSE DUE TO BEING USE TO IT YOU TRY TO DRAG ME DOWN AND DEGRADE MY EVERY BEING YOUR CHILDISH GAMES ARE USELESS WHY WASTE YOUR TIME AND TRY? WHEN YOU CAN'T BREAK WHATS ALREADY BROKEN
Poetry
Poetry
Why Me Lord? If I ever did Love Lord,this is real My heart did she steal Years ago,I guess I was the fool To throw my heart in the love pool Why Me Lord? Deep within my being The Love is seeing How crossed up it can be So look deep inside and see Why Me Lord? I dreamed of you for so many years Just to end up in tears I don't think it should be this way So open up your heart and say Why Me Lord? (C)TJC2008 Practice Makes Perfect! When I feel alone and lonely My empty world seems void I relax for just a moment I trust joy will unfold Practice Makes Perfect! For in my quiet time I listen For the gentle voice within Hew hears my prayers clearly For he lets the sunshine in Practice Makes perfect! Oh how great is this practice for you Which can make our dreams come true But the beauty of the practice My dear brothers and sisters is up to us Practice Makes Perfect! It's a gift,But ours by choice So if we continue in this practice R
Poetry
My heart pounds My heart races My stomach gets butterflies My stomach gets knots So I look inside to find the strength and courage to let you know whats been held inside for so long. Only if I could just let it out It tears me up inside cause I want you to know my feelings for you But its just to hard but out of all things I want and love You are the one who makes my life complete You have been there to cheer me up when noone else could You are the one who understood so I think its time that you know What you mean to me Out of all the things I want and love one thing is becomeing clear and thats the one thing in my life that feels right is my feelings for you So out of everything I want and love the one I know for sure is Your the one I want and the one I love and thats what I wanted you to know. At night I sit and think At night I sit and wish At night I dream of you When I think of you I get feeling I cant describe At night I sit and think At
Poetry
Victory Victory is like a baseball screaming over the back wall, Victory is the water poured over the football coach after a big game, Victory is the sweat the comes off the players, Victory is the lioness over her latest kill, Victory is the highest jump over the last hurtle, Victory is... what you make it out to be. ©Akuma a.k.a. Chris
Poetry
IT'S SAD TO BE ALONE THIS TIME OF YEAR WITH CHRISTMAS JUST PASSED, A NEW YEAR SOON HERE A TIME FOR LOVERS OF ALL AGES, YOUNG AND OLD A TIME WHEN LOVES SWEET STORY REALLY CAN BE TOLD BUT FRIENDS, I'M IN THE LONLIEST PLACE OF ALL WHERE THE HEART OF THIS ROMANTIC NEEDS SOMEONE HERE TO BE MY ALL, I WONDER NOW, HAD I FOUND HER AND LET HER GO? COULD I HAVE LOST MY SOUL MATE N REALLY NOT HAVE KNOWN? THIS SINGLE LIFE THAT PLAGUES ME CONSTANTLY, IT MAY BE GREAT FOR OTHERS, BUT IT'S JUST NOT RIGHT FOR ME MY HEART HAS SO MUCH LOVE IT WANTS TO GIVE I NEED MY MISSING PIECE SO I CAN REALLY LIVE IS IT TOO MUCH TO ASK TO BE IN LOVE FOREVER? TO HAVE SOMEONE, KEEP THEM LOVED, HAPPY N SAFE AND ALWAYS STAY TOGETHER? MY HEART IS LOSING HOPE, THIS MUCH I KNOW THIS TIME MAYBE I'LL LET ALL MY DREAMS GO THINK MY NEW YEARS RESOLUTION SHOULD BE I'M DESTINED TO BE ALONE, SO MAKE THE MOST OF LIFE N BE HAPPY N YET MY FRIENDS, IT'S EASIER SAID THAN DONE WHEN ALL YOUR LIFE YOU'VE PRAYED YOU'D FIN
Poetry
Touching you with my words make you inhale the sentualness of my thoughts into your body . Making your blood race , Major parts of your body ingorge and become tender to my touch . The right words, a precision touch and an
Poetry
Poetry I Wrote
What is this Love I have for you? _________________________________ Love is the Tenderness in your loving words and touch. Love is not needing the last word in an argument. Love is looking at your own faults instead of others. Love is Sacrificing instead of demanding. Love is Being There for me during the bad times too. Love is Caring when the other is sick. Love is being Faithful to our Union. Love is the Honesty and Respect you show me. Love is Giving instead of taking. Love is making me Laugh when I'm depressed. Love is giving me Comfort when I'm sad. Love is Sharing those Important decisions. Love is Forgiveness when I need it. Love is being Committed to our relationship. Love is Accepting me as I am instead of trying to change me. Love is holding me and crying with me. So why do I love you so? I love you, not only for what you are, But for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, But for what you have ma
Poetry
Your lips speak soft sweetness Your touch a cool caress I am lost in your magic My heart beats within your chest I think of you each morning And dream of you each night I think of your arms being around me And cannot express my delight Never have I fallen But I am quickly on my way You hold a heart in your hands That has never before been given away Please leave comment When I'm with you, eternity is a step away, my love continues to grow, with each passing day. This treasure of love, I cherish within my soul, how much I love you... you'll never really know. You bring a joy to my heart, I've never felt before, with each touch of your hand, I love you more and more. Whenever we say goodbye, whenever we part, know I hold you dearly, deep inside my heart. So these seven words, I pray you hold true, "Forever And Always, I Will Love You." Please leave comment Love is like WAR.its easy to start but hard to end.
Poetry
The evil has arisen, deathly smile Dusty tears, Siphoning all religion Draining all your years. An unearthly pull to do it- To run away from life, To waste it all, lay in filth, To hide that bloody knife. With irredescant looming Completely I'll surround The life that is my precious gift To bludgeon it, watch it drown. My dad can hardly breath now, He is dying fast Whats the point in saving life To try to make it last? When I'm hungry I eat. When I'm thirsty I drink. When I'm tired I sleep. But there's an Empty Void In my soul that Only you can fill. I eat, I drink, I sleep. I exist. But I live only because You allow it. Forget what they say Forget what I lived Remember my nightmares Remember my fears Forget my cries in the night Forget my pain of life I wish to know the truth Of darkness,truth of death Waiting that sunrise dies When night is born I stood on pale moonlight I wait for the shadow That comes for me I do not resist A
Poetry
Haiku Night swimming, moonlight Luminous beams on her love Clothes left in the dark Words are babble talk His world is lonely and sad Within his own mind Music is his gift Life reveals lyrics as song Giving harmony Garden Enter my garden, Behold the wonders to be seen. No admission fee or hours of operation, Just you and me. Enter my garden, No need to hurry to make it right. No clock to punch, We have the day and even the night. Enter my garden, Winter, spring, summer, fall. In good weather and bad, You will find yourself in awe. This garden was planted just for you, No others may enter; you are VIP. When the troubles of the day make you blue, Come walk in my garden, you will feel free. If There Is Only One Rhyme I Could Say If there is only one rhyme I could say before you are gone from my life. A line from a song; love will find a way: I never meant to bring our world strife. Sometimes sorry doesn’t heal the pain, An
Poetry
hearing your cries watching as your skin fries a lone man comes to save oh please don't misbehave he has come to save us and you gave him such a fus you think your safe and sound kneel bitch, face to the ground DEVILoution it's his age DEVILoution it's his time DEVILOUTION AN EVIL REVOULUTION satan sees your mortal soul offers you the gift of control the evil dream inside there's nowhere to hide your greed is your demise your body, food for the flies lost all that you had pray heathen, to your loving dad DEVILoution it's all around you DEVILoution there's nothing you can do DEVILOUTION A NEW KIND OF EVOLUTION God as come to save the day trying to keep your demons at bay his holy word, booming loud your true faith makes him proud his mortal child only to be defiled Jesus preaching his father's deeds trying to drive out your satanic needs Deviloution is here satan is calling you Deviloution is here he has something new Deviloution Devilo
Poetry In Motion
Oh to be the bee on the flower Watching insects work in tandem While others beat to a different drummer Oh to be the bird on a limb Watching neighbors love and be loved While others are in painful desperations of love Oh to be the eagle in the sky Watching countries love and be loved While others are in painful desperations of peace Oh to be God above Watching universes and life forms begin While others are colliding for their own fate Oh to be the master surrounding Watching peace, love and harmony unite While others still yearning to see.
Poetry
LOVE Like the early mornings dew... The rose opens its petals anew. Showing the word a beauty unknown... A love unconditionally grown. Your heart is opened to the world above... Revealing to me a unknown love. My heart is closed to the world below... Cold as ice is all anyone will know. Me with a heart of stone.... Exploring a world unknown. Seeks out salvation... Only finds realization. You with a heart of glass... Learning from the past. Hopes for love true... Finds life's blue. When will love reveal it's secrets to me... The pure unconditional love I wish to see.
Poetry
The Poet's Pain
The Poet's Pain The day is nothing but a memory, Yet tomorrow is not quite here. The incense sparks inside my nose, The rain plays a symphony to my ear. Sleep has hid its magic from me While ideas run through my head If only I could pass on the words, So I can retire to my bed. Sharing the prose would give me joy, And put my brain at rest for the night. But, there is no greater sadness Than a poet's hand that will not write Copyright ©2007
Poetry
Valentines Day: Flowers $20, Dinner $70, Movies $25, Drinks $30, Hotel $115, the look on his face when u tell him u are on ur period PRICELESS!!!!! alone I feel so alone sitting by myself, Not knowing what to do and not being myself. I want to know love but am still afraid, I dont want to get hurt in any way, I feel for him I dont know why, He was all wronge for me and so I cry, I cant go back to who I was, He changed me into this fuzz, I will stand stronge even alone, For love has no place here among my hold, I will be stronge and not fall again, For a friendly face or a wild weekend, My spirit be strong and my heart be stone, My feelings are no where even in this morn, I will see no other like I saw him, I will be stronger then this from this whim. True To be with a love would be so true But I just cant feel that way with you I wish I could feel the sky falling down The earth moving so fast it makes me proud
Poetry**by Mwahh**
Poetry Again
Poetic Liscense
kinda something new, Asatru is the insp for this... oh Gods of Wind and Water carry me far away oh gods of Earth and Fire lead my course not astray listen to the wind song o'er the water carry me, carry me... far away take my soul to valhalla if I should fall this day in Death I keep my honor and as I'm carried away listen to the wind song o'er the water carry me, carry me... far away
Poetry
A MOTHERS LOVE A MOTHERS LOVE IS FULL OF GRACE SHE GIVES HER ALL AND ASKS FOR LITTLE SPACE SHE GOES AND GOES TILL THE DAY IS DONE HER VOICE IS A COMFORT TO ALL WHO IS IN PAIN SHE TEACHES US THAT LIFE HAS SO MUCH FOR US TO GAIN HER HAND IS A HEALING TOUCH AS SHE TEACHES US NOT TO FUSS NO MATTER HOW MANY OBSTACLES LIE AHEAD WE KNOW THAT MOTHER WILL BE THERE FOR US HER LOVE NEVER ENDS AS SHE GROWS TIRED AND WEARY HER BODY MAY SLOW AND HER SIGHT MAY FALTER HER TOUCH BECOMES LESS AS THE LIGHT BEGINS TO FADE NOW MAMA LAYS HER HEAD DOWN FOR THAT GOLDEN SLEEP SHE GOES AHEAD OF ALL THE REST TO PREPARE A PLACE FOR US TO REST WE KNOW THAT SHE WILL SHOW THE WAY LIKE THE SNOW WHITE DOVE THAT'S WHY WE KNOW THERE'S NOTHING LIKE A MOTHERS LOVE. THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO RUBY M. KIDD (05-05-1946 TO 10-23-2001) GOD REST HER SOUL AND ALL OF THE OTHER MOTHERS OR MOTHERS TO BE IN THE WORLD! I KNOW THI
Poetry From Friends
The winds sweep across the Kansas plains New life rides the waves It carries away the yesterdays Bringing hope to take its place Hope for bright new days ahead Hope for tranquility Hope for all you care about And the things you wish to be As each day gives way to darkness As it too is put to rest Like the new life carried on the Kansas winds I am wishing you the best! rumdumb~~Owned by eLLe~~Belonging to Krissy~~Poetic Azz@ fubar give this man some fu-love ;)
Poetry
Darkness is my kingdom as astral vapors swirl about me, swaddling me in a blanket sewn of cosmic wind and undiscovered memories. Hidden within a locket lie all the answers the world has ever known and many more we dread. Aeons passed as nothing filled the endless void, a great black sea alive amongst the absence of life; great infernos rage, tumultuously tossed amidst illusion and unvision. Astral winds carry a scent of death and mystery, reminding us of a time when we were more than what we are now; a time of eldritch lore and cyclopean myth, where great creatures roamed, and we were free as we had never known; free to explore the cosmic sea, the astral void that we called home. Pools of lava burble around, I watch the beast between the eyes, Raise my sword to slay the beast. The beast lets loose a deafening sound. As I devise his demise I promise to avenge the deceased. The beast lunges, I swing my sword. The bl
Poetry Of Struggle
Organizing my life has never seemed so complicated until I decided to walk in my own shoes. Doing one thing the right way is only the wrong way in another's eyes, but I must continue to move forward. I make decision based on the experience I have, yet what experience do I have when none is taught? I grope, feel, and reach for an outlet, but Through blurred vision, I am blind and cannot see between the line. Wrapped in a blanket of feelings of love and deception. Each corner I turn, each page I riffle through, every thought I have is a suggestion of complication.
Poetry, Thoughts, And Giggles
A father watched his daughter playing in the garden. He smiled as he reflected on just how sweet an innocent his little girl was. Suddenly, she just stopped and stared at the ground. He went over to her and noticed she was looking at to spiders mating. "Daddy, what are those two spiders doing?" "They're mating," her father replied. "What do you call the spider on top, Daddy?" she asked. "That's a daddy-long-legs," her father answered. So, the other is a Mommy-long-legs?" the little girl asked. "No," her father replied. "Both of them are daddy-long-legs." The little girl thought for a moment, then took her foot and stomped them flat.... "Well, we're not having THAT sort of shit in our garden." :D hope this tickled you some. I've watched them in good times in hard times. He still gets teary-eyed when he speaks of her His soul mate, best friend, his wife She still giggles and blushes They still play, and if they disagree-- it's almost comica
Poetry Corner With Candy Gurl!!!
*Lost*The eyes of da blind man see my pain,I took strength from within to shadow.The Mouth of a newborn spoke wise words,and told me not to sorrow.The rains of a storm cried with me said, "One day? it'll be over.The arms of a tree comforted me said, "child your so much stronger."The hearts of a million opened up to me to show they really cared.The game flipped on me to show it was never fair.I let down my guard for five minutes and deceit crept right on in.I know what to do in this situation "let the games begin!"I tried to call it a draw, no one lose we both walk away satisfied.You pushed all buttons,crossed all bridges, & you even lied.I lost my mind, i'm incomplete, not in control at all.I almost hit rock bottom, got back up, cause I've sworn to never fall.This situation have not defused, I'm tellin' you I never lose.I said what I had to say, still a woman of my word this very day. By: Mz.Understood
Poetry
Hold fast to dreams, for when dreams go, life is like a barren field frozen with sno, Hold fast to dreams for when dreams die, life is like a broken winged bird that cannot fly.
Poetry
even tho he's not mine, even tho i can't have him, even tho we haven't spoken in years-- I hear his voice echo in my memory even tho we haven't touched in forever, even tho we haven't recently shared a kiss, even tho our bodies haven't twined as lovers, my body remembers like it was yesterday even tho his scent is on the shirt I wore when he hugged me goodbye, even tho our love is a memory, even tho he's gone-- He still makes my heart flutter ~SM written 6/3/2008 Smooth, Sultry, Sexy Sevannah Walk the walk, girl! Talk the talk, girl! Make all the men crazy insane Head over heels in lust-- only to disappear quicker then they cum They built her up to bring her down but her strength made her survive. Sevannah doesn't know any other way. Elegant, elusive, electrifying Sevannah Get in, get out, get it over Don't forget: you're somewhere, ANYWHERE than here and now and anyone, anything except yourself.... Slicker than a serpent's belly yet as c
Poetry
The soft whisper on the wind eases her out of peaceful slumber beckoning her out of bed a languid spell she's cast under. Clad only in a white shift she tiptoes down darkened halls guided only by the luminescent moon and candles flickering against the wall. Enchanting music adrift on a breeze flows steadily into her ears.. helpless to resist the pull as it soothes and ceases her deepest fears. Following the music outside eyes dazed, mind in a trance she lets go of inhibitions with grace begins to dance. Shadowed and mysterious he waits in still silence following her every move waiting to offer expert guidance. Her movements liquid against the black velvet of night graceful in poise and flow, embraced by a halo of moonlight. He glides out of shadows and hovers nearer her form a shiver runs down her spine her body loses it's warmth. An eerie calm settles around her sh
Poetry
I love him because I know him so well I love him in spite of knowing him that well My mother tells me that it's cold today I ought to wear a sweater or it might rain I should take an umbrella or my dress is unbecoming and my hair doesn't look right She also says that I should lose a few pounds put cream on my face wear a hat in the sun not use swearwords and stand up straight My mother treats me like a child She has not noticed that I have grown up and I am truly catching up to her fast My mother tells me what to do and always seems startled when I tell her I am an adult, too My appliances are meant to make my life easier I cook faster clean faster write faster get there faster reach people buttons turning dials spinning my wheels making my world go even faster right past me
Poetry
"As Time Passes Me By" I've sat here from time to time, Watching, Waiting, Letting time, slip right by Watching as the whole world around, Withers and dies. Curled up in a blanket, The world begins to turn cold, A blistery chlll creeps up my body, Sending chills from head to toes. I can't stand the feeling, 6 Months ago, i knew this would come, In a few weeks i know it will be over, The white death will be done. Until that day shows up Until I can play with my daughter on the slide, I'll sit here curled up with my family, Till spring pushes weather aside. By, Nik Siney
Poetry/lyrics
It's best to start off strong, right? Here is one of my earliest and best writings. The End of Days The stars won't stay in the sky tonight As they begin their fiery falling flight So begin the final days of raging fire These days where all's fate is most dire As the meteors fall and torrents rain Soon will be the end of creation's pain Now judgement's sky will fill with grays As this darkened planet comes to the end of days This empire of man on Earth At the end has no real worth Cities fall and flames rise Destroying what great men devise As the meteors fall and torrents rain Soon will be the end of creation's pain Now judgement's sky will fill with grays As this darkened planet comes to the end of days The celestial bodies will now align As all that's known faces the end of time The planet moans its final, gasping breath As it arrives at its sad, untimely death As the meteors fall and torrents rain Soon will be the end of creation's pain Now j
Poetry I Like
I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to join Unto the thought before, , But sequence ravelled out of reach Like balls upon a floor. I've alway found this peom inspiring so when a mumm reminded me of it I though I'd share it. If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fo
Poetry From The Darkside
The 9Th Day By: L. G. Olson "I've seen the darkness. I know the secrets that it hides and I have felt the pain. I have felt my own blood pool under me. I know the price it holds, and on the 9th day I will pay that price." The 9TH Day: Introduction Lifeless, Broken, Hatred, Brutal. I was afraid of being part of life and even worse, I would miss it. A marriage based on lies, I fell so hard that the blow has left me cold and broken. I hated life for what it did not give me, and the man who had taken it all from me. I could not be touched and I was too empty to see that all I had to do was reach out; but I was too scared to act on it. To broken to heal the endless wounds. Find a stranger and you'll be safe, find a stranger I'll be safe. A stranger found me. I remember the pain. So much pain and the evil that follows in the wake of its destruction, the fevered rush that surges through your soul
Poetry
When I lie down next to you. I feel my heart growing between us. When we lie down together I feel, The missing piece of my heart I never had. I think about all the wrong things I've done to you, And the things I've done to hurt you and I wish I could go back in time and erase it all. I've done many things to hurt you and still we lie together. When we lie together, I feel a relationship beginning to grow. No one could ever break us apart, When we are lying side by side. When we lie in the same bed together, And all I can think about is you and I. When we lie down together in the same bed, I can't thank about anything but you and I. by:Gary Frost May 21, 2005 Tears to my eyes, Are from the way I love you, But you don't know how much I care. When I'm around you I start to tear, But you don't care So why should I care. When I look at you I start to tear, Because I know there's no chance between u
Poetry
You Have An Angels Heart You fall in love quickly and easily.You give so much in a relationship, and you don't expect much in return. You love always seeing your lover and you just love them as they are.You have a huge desire to whomever you love and you stay in love forever i would take a thousand lashes to spend forever in ur arms for the pain of the ripes and burns of the leather goes but the emptiness never ceases... Bruised battered and broken Rubbing salt in my wounds Keeping me from being anew Screaming words I don’t quite understand Making my world spin like whirlwind Feeling sick inside, you left me with a burden Something cherished and honored now nothing More then a dark stain Deep in the caverns of my tattered soul you still linger Making me sick with lies and hate Slowly you take hold of the last bit of me I had left to understand What you did to me, Making sense of something insensible Turning happiness into pain Turning giggles into tears Not quite s
Poetry
Lonely are the nights Lonely are the days Lonely am I, in so many ways Lonely are the seasons Lonely are the years So lonely am I, that it brings tears. Lonely is this place Lonely is my life Lonely am I, that I reach for a knife Lonely is this court room Lonely is my sentence So lonely am I that I ask for repentance.
Poetry
Because, sometimes, late at night, when the sky is full of stars, and the world weighs heavily on your shoulders, You know, deep down, You have made somebody smile, and have brought a happiness, no matter how trivial, into the light of their heart. March 5, 1995 Are you curious? Are you sincere? Will you be mine? Will you my dear? Late at night, Stars shine bright, Head hangs low, Disturbing sight. Heart is heavy, Mood is down, Depression deep, Will I drown? Hopeless journey, Hopeless Task, Heedless agony, Faceless mask. Emotionless, Starless, Blighted, Dim. What Ever Will Become Of Him ?
Poetry
just a glance you gave me staring into my heart those piercing eyes of yours they tear my world apart i feel the power of your gaze your captivating stare it sets our world ablaze as my love fills the air our moment ends, as you pass by till the next i see those eyes It starts with a whisper Her voice vibrates gently in my ear I reach out to touch her porcelain skin With bodies like day and night Our passion sets the world aflame In an instant, our worlds collide Too long i have waited for this time. Looking into you, i'm able to see everything All my imperfections, my sins, my betrayals So much i have done wrong in my life and its all reflected in you Talk with me, tell me that its not over yet That i'm still able to keep my humanity without turning into some kind of demon You are my soul, my only link to the good i've attained in this world Please, keep me shining bright and dont let me fall into darkness
Poetry Ive Written
A lifetime filled with cheating hearts, all echo from my past, The "promise trues" and "I love you's, " each one was meant to last. So fine this line of sharing, built with honesty and trust, Each vow left inside my head, now slowly gathers dust. I struggle to tomorrow, searching hope, yet walking blind, While broken dreams, and silent screams, play re-runs in my mind. I try to shake, each past mistake, and meet what lies ahead, While hearing cold reminders of these promises once said. It's hard to feel, what's wrong from real, when shadows dim the light, I close my eyes and dream a dream of heaven every night. Will this all unfold, in this history I hold is it a guiding hand? These scars I show, a lesson, I yet don't understand? Another day awaits me, in this life I call my own, A cruel delay frustrates me, as I face this world alone. Let words once said, and tears long shed, rest peaceful in this heart, I know the pain of lo
Poetry
and that is how Have you ever seen the morning snow fall prey to the afternoon sun ? That is how my heart melted today when you looked at me and smiled . Have you ever had an ice cream cone around mid day in late august ? That is how my heart melted today when I heard you say my name. Have you ever used a cube of ice just one , to cool your fresh brewed tea ? That is how my heart melted today when I held you in my arms. Forever Life had only just begun, though twice, I had gone around the sun. Yet , forever bound we would be. A full grown woman ... bound to me. Mom ... I'm sure that was her name , and breaking hearts was her game. The woman I depended on, so suddenly , had packed , and gone. Let's move forward , in my life. I took a girl to be my wife. We swore , in front of God , Forever. Yes , we would alwals be together. The key word there was girl you see. Alot to learn , a world to
Poetry And Muses
If you never saw me, would you place judgement on me? Would you give me the chance to get to know you ? If I am ugly , would you be able to tell just by talking to me ? Could you spare your time and take a chance with me ? Would you believe me if you could not look at me ? If you could see me , would it change anything you heard ? If you found out that you like me, would it change if you saw me ? would you trust your heart to find what your missing ? if you fell in love with me, would you hate me if i wasn't what you thought ? Could you live with the decision that you made after you knew the truth ? Would you still love me even if i was not the man of your dreams ? If I was that man , would it change the way you feel about me ? If I told you I have strong feelings for you, would you believe it ? Would you be able to develop feelings for me if you never truly met me ? If I told you that I need you, and want to be with you would feel the same ? Could you allow yourself
Poetry
What I wish for you, my sweet Havanna? What I wish for you, my sweet Havanna? A world of passion, a heart of gold! Open arms, peaceful soul, In your comming future, happyness for ever! My sweet Havanna, this is what I wish you. Dreams of ever lasting love Strength for you to win. All your glory days, happy they remain, Lighting up your heart, always being loved, My sweet Havanna, this is what I wish you. The angel of love, the angel of peace, Above your head always guarding you, Taste of happynes, of the heaven's sky, Arms of peacefull angels. My sweet Havanna, this is what I wish you. What I wish for you, my sweet Havanna? Be a happy bride, wife amor! May your household live in ever lasting peace Like the night's stars, like the morning sun rise, Ever lasting life, glory, happyness, Heart of gold, soul of steel, Dreams of bravery, pride and joy, My sweet Havanna, this is what I wish you!
Poetry
It days like these where i really think If I will ever be able to stay happy. I know i am still young and have a full life ahead of me and all but really.. whats so wrong with trying to be happy now? I guess for some people it comes easier then others. All the time I have went and tried to find a girl for me it always ends up the same with me and unhappy. This time i was not looking but this one come with its own new problems and I really don't know what i should do. I have not felt this happy in years but still at the same time I am not sure if i should go with it or be scared. I am really falling for this girl( not more of love but Liking her a lot) When I have spent time with her i cant see anything wrong with her. Yeah she might smoke but for once it does not bother me, does not turn me off or anything.. its like I don't even notice it when i ma around her. I have a smile glued ear to ear the whole time. When I first kissed her nothing else mattered at that point. everything aroun
Poetry - Again Again
I asked you to let me know. I've waited so long. You've told me something. It may be true, it may be false. It may be killing me, It may be the end of you. All that I have is, had is, was... Never mine at all. Your answer was never the thing, that I needed to get fucking by. I waited to be coated, in bullshit so deep I could not hear your lies. See the way you turn from my eyes? That tells me they make you wet. The haste of your breath I would, match and exceed. Sacrificing my back to your nails. Carried away by the swells of your chest, loving the way your hips still buck. Spilling inside you. Oh so sweet. Throbbing until you drift on down, sighing until you fall asleep. I wish in my heart to be something more. More than a passing non-existant thought. More than the nothing I seem to be. Couldn't I stroke your heart a while? Give you a chance to care for me. Give you a chance to scream out loud. Give you away to the wolves outsid
Poetry Contest
Poetry Club In Dc
Hey Everyone!!! IF any of you are interested in Poetry at all, there is a performance tonight starting at 8pm on U Street in DC. The performers are from HBO's Def Poets and some others. The doors open at 8pm and there are drink specials between 8 and 9 and then the show itself is from 9 to 11. There is a 15 minute intermission in between. It is located at The Attic Lounge on U Street. Hope to see any/everyone that is interested there!!!
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Poetry - Faded Away
Faded Away Current mood: awake Category: Writing and Poetry A little boy is walking with flags in his hands suffering a loss that most can’t understand He kneels beside a headstone tears rolling down his face taking the flags one by one giving each a place Words have been spoken that just don’t make any sense like Sunni, Shiite, and Muslim what exactly is defense? The little boy only knows daddy has faded away no more riding on his shoulders no more fishing at the lake He stands and wipes his face taking his mommas hand he can see the tears she’s crying pain he now understands
Poetry - Not Drug Induced
Not drug induced Current mood: awake Category: Writing and Poetry You titillate my mind much like the champaign bubbles slowly creeping in ones head leaving them wanting for just one more taste Cheshire grins hiding in the tree limbs of the willow in my soul making me smile lavishly and think of dirty foreplay I can close my eyes and see you running your fingers through my long blond hair whispering, "Baby, did you watch the Colbert report last night".
Poetry - Ode To The Beatniks
Legends Current mood: artistic Category: Writing and Poetry It's true what the dead say about the silver lining and it's touch of grey The Grey in this case is that: Legends die. The silver: They got to live. Cassady somehow always had his fast fingers in it. Bridging the generational gap. Taking the furthest even further. You dig? Kesey and his intrepid travelers. Bill and his syringe in some bathroom. Oh, and Allen with Flowers in his hair. Owsley and his bear. Jerry was on the bus. You dig? They got to live. Did you?!? Currently reading : The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test By Tom Wolfe Release date: 05 October, 1999
Poetry
My Lady...My Love, I awake every morning with you at my side Often times I just lay looking at you With each new day my love continues to grow And I'm blessed by all the things you do. There are not enough words to discribe my love Only that in God we have become one No one could ever separate what we have For what God has joined can't be undone. In 8 years we've not ever had a 'fight' People find that hard to believe these days But they don't have what we have together Because we do things a very different way. We invited God to be the center of our wedding And placed our marriage into His guiding hands He was the One that brought us together With a love that will continue and forever stand. I love you more today than yesterday, but less than I will tomorrow...tjg
Poetry
I stand behind the thin sheet of glass Watching my angel from a far I want so badly to be there To share in who you are So much has been taken from you These things I want to help you get back I pound my fists in anger but I'm held back by this fucking glass I fight more than just physically My emotions spinning out of control My body is stuck in one place In another is my soul My heart is no longer with me It was abandoned and left in the trash Somehow it made its way to you While I'm stuck behind the glass A cloud of darkness, surrounded my soul My heart was weary, out of control I needed peace, to see me through When I'd lost all hope, I found you So now I see much brighter days You took all my sadness away I feel the warmth of your candlelight I see it in your eyes tonight When I was weak, you were there Didn't waste time, you showed you care You believe in me, and believe in us
Poetry
My heart was bleeding Lying broken upon the floor It had exploded into tiny pieces The minute he walked out the door. I walked for awhile in the darkness Never veering towards love’s light My world was full of shadows Full with the darkness of night. Then you came along and opened me up You put the beat back into my heart Because of you my life now had meaning I was able to give love a new start. I know this is real These feelings I have for you You’ve made me feel so much inside Feelings so strong and so true. I killed our love before it ever got to start I sent him away but he took my heart I knew it was over when he wouldnt talk Again down the path of darkness I walk. I had found true love or so I had thought He had all the right things I had sought But again I destroyed whatever we had Now I sit here cryin lookin so sad. I knew better then to give my heart away But he had all the right things to say
Poetry And Songs.
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Poetry
Why do i feel this way? I am lost inside. No one to turn to. I know that people care but i feel like they don't. Why do i feel this way? Trapped in the unknown. No where to hide. Can you help me? Why do i feel this way? Everyone with there back to me. No ones face do i see. Do they care? I dont think so. Why do i feel this way? Left alone in this cold dark room. No candle for light and no fire for heat. Cold, lonely, and scared. Why do i feel this way? Looking for the answers in this big empty world. Hoping to find the will to go on. Will i ever find the life i so long for? Why do i feel this way? Please tell me why do i feel this way? Most days I wish I was dead. You wouldn't understand even if you were in my head. Life is no game. I feel like its always me that they blame. Sure many a mistakes I have made. But I don't think this is how I should be repaid. Why is life so hard do you know? Maybe I should just end it, maybe I should go. Please ca
Poetic Mind Of Johnny Chimpo
Words cannot express my love for you So pure, so wonderful and so true Words cannot explain My undying pain The pain I feel when we're apart Like a piece is missing from my heart But there's something you should know before I go on I'm really a flesh eating mutant monkey man from the planet Gorgon Haiku I know, I know. Everyone is real impressed with my poetic prowess. So here ya go. An original Haiku from yours truly. Now now, please save your applause until the very end. LSD leads you To see a cow in a tree Saying Moo moo moo
Poetry Reading #1
It is a thin line on which we tread, with our bullet-proof hearts open. Seldom do we see the attack at hand, that leaves our paper thin lives so broken. The weight of the world is pressing down I can feel it breaking my spine. So now upon the wrist of the world I cut along the dotted line. I know you but by pictures, just what you want me to know. We've never even talked, but what is conversation with a faceless person? You know me as the same, the pictures and blogs and anything else I choose to show you. We are the same, you and I, and I doubt you even know that I want you. You may hear in my song, or read in my poem these feelings and thoughts that torment me. There is no cure for unrequited love, just a pain that sings over us all untill we curl up in the corner waiting for the end to come, and our lives to finally be! No! I will not be just another statistic, I will not be another casualty in the war against ourse
Poetry
It Was You By Scot Wing Dreams are but a reflection of the soul A picture of the innermost fires of our minds A place that puts reality into our darkest secrets And my dreams are of you. In the stillness of the dark night As I lay, alone, a corpse in time The visions, the dancing lights, the angel of sleep Arrives to carry me gently away It is your face that I see before me Eyes afire lips pursed into eternal whisper Such sweet voice singing glorious song It is your warm lips and gentle touch That sends shivers to the very core of my soul That speeds my heart and stills my breath It is you that wakes me in the dark night With shuddering gasp blended with deep sigh Your name is upon my lips, to you my arms reach out Then slowly, as sad and heavy eyes open I look around at the quiet room Salty dewdrops burn stains on my cheek As alone I lie back down to dream again. The Spring By Scot Wing I was down at the river
Poetry
In a starry sky I call out for you, hoping you hear my prayer, Hoping your staring at the same celestial sky, Wanting to feel you there. Dreaming of a new life, I see a falling star, I close my eyes and make my wish, That distance wasn't so far. I pray that angel wings will carry you, As I wait with my arms wide open, Until then I'll hold you in a special place in my heart, Until we can be together again. I know that love will bind us together, In a circle that has no end, Until that circle is completed to a heart, I will wait for my life to begin.
Poetry
Here I lay, beat, battered and broken Because of a woman, so softly spoken She worked so deftly to gain entrance into my heart Then dashed in on the ground into countless shards A warning my brothers this day do I give Never trust a woman with this the most presous of gifts She’ll “love” you for a while till she’s grown bored Then throw you away. So leave your lust at the door when women are concerned They will leave you to rot once your trust they’ve earned So this day I pick up the pieces of my heart Spend day after day putting it back together This time I surround it in stone and it grows cold For I’ll never trust another either beautiful or bold I’ve cut myself off from love and from lust For by doing this I’ll never have to trust Never again to bear the pain of a woman My heart tucked safely away from there touch and torture And myself I will keep as the only one with access to it. Women are wonderful toys, if you keep them as such But nev
Poetry (written By Me And Copy Written)
It was eight years ago today, that you blew my mind away I love you and I care I will always be there. I never knew I could love someone as much as I love you. I thank God that I finally found my one true love. I found it in you I count my lucky stars each and everyday, That you came my way, I love you more everyday. I'm glad Your in my life I can't wait to be your wife. I want to spend the rest of my life in the arms, of the man I just can't get enough of and love more then life itself. I love you, I truly do I can't wait to say i do. So I can be your wife and spend the rest of my life, In the arms of the man I love and truly adore. Our love is strong and true, nothing compares to the way I feel about you Not anything in the world could ever compare to way I love you.
Poetry
I'm lost and cannot find my way. I get worse at the passing of each day. People look at me dead in my eyes and do not care. I look back at them and think while we stare. Don't they realize I'm the result of their error and their joy. These people believe what is done is done and leave me as a young boy. They do not help me release the full potential within me. They look at me and what will happen and think that's the way it's suppose to be. The people leave me as a deprived and lonely thing, And in all this world of hurt and pain, I still find one who will sing. I will look familiar, yet different with nothing fancy, not even lace. I say I'm the child you never had, and you yell that it can not be. I'm filled with hurt and pain and things that I can not admit, But the time to change me is here and will come only if you commit. You can fix me because I'm not fully grown. You can help me, or still leave me on my own. I'm your nightmare and dream all wrapped up into one.
Poetry!
I’d give anything to see the sun set on the horizon, I’d do anything to gaze at a full moon in the night sky; Even a rainbow would make me smile, And I’d love to swim in crystal clear waters Of an untouched sea; Sometimes I’ll see a shooting star, And try to gaze from afar, All the diamonds in the night sky; The mist on the mountains is breathtaking, As is walking in rainforest; To see cascading waterfalls I’d do anything for, As to stand on the highest peak in the world, And look at the sights below; I’d love to soar on wings above the clouds, Across the bluest skies; I’d do anything to see All the beautiful things in the world, Like a red rose blooming in the Sahara, Like a river twisting through a dusty land, All the beautiful things in the world; But I also know I am looking at The world’s most beautiful creation, Every time you smile, And every time I look into your eyes. Hold my hand through it all I'll lend you a shoulder to cry o
Poetry Contest!
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Poetry
Begone ye screams of silence harbingers of pain Cloaked in isolation you mock in harsh disdain My soul is torn asunder I curse you God of Hell as you pierced my tortured soul what horrors I befell You spoke of quiet solitude to tempt me to your lair then lanced me in my troubled heart to depths of deep despair Nemisis, I beg of thee rise up in righteous ire protect me from Persephone from Hell's eternal fire with all my voice I scream to you protect me from the night Alas in forlorn desperation I journey to the light Banished to mind's coventry I heed the demon's call beckoned by the silent screams I entered Dante's hall I usually don't believe in love at first sight, but when I saw you, you changed me that night. You rearranged the heavens and sorted out the stars, then you asked me, "Can we go out to my car?" I believed you and took your hand, You walked me out there, we sat in your van. You tied my hands and spread my legs far, I can't believe I trusted
Poetry That Came My Way
This delightful take on awakening was sent in a profile comment to me, this morning, by "darkness personified", of Malaysia. She wrote it, too! Marvelous! kissed by the morning sun...i awoke... tickled by it's golden rays running amok... hazy flecks...sashaying in it's glare... the hands of time...stopped and stared... lazily i stretched...and french kissed the breeze... frolicking amongst the billows of the curtains with ease... playing hide and seek...with my waking eyes... the mischievous smile...widening in style... turning...i pressed upon the satin sheet... like a lover's skin...silky and sweet... i pressed my face...into it's fragrance... and fell into it's cool embrace... blowing the lock of hair from my face... watched as it twirled and fell with grace... inhaling deeply...i breathed the beauty in... felt the butterflies fluttering within... such a sensual feeling...i deduced... and i kissed the sun back...amused... ________________ "Darkness per
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Poetary
i sometimes write poems to help relax or when im down but what ever i feel i hope other can feel it too as i lie here in dead of night i think to my self of a relationship i like to have wheather her hair be dark or light dont mind if she is goth emo or even a chav but as i dream of her face and her heart is warm and loving and true my true love is in gods grace thats when i think of you as i start so settle down to sleep i start to think about this and that but the truth is that your gone so i start to weep and as i start to dream i say " i love you kat" i would just like to say thank you for all the lovely gifts and for wishing me a happy birthday buy sadly i didnt have one as nearly all my forgotten about it only 3 out fo my family wished me a happy birthday by text messaging on my mobile phone and i got 2 birthday cards 1 from my little sister and another from my granmother and a can of larger for a birthday drink not a card or a happy birthday from the per
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Poetry
From the outside looking in She appears to be the perfect wife, mother, sister and friend Always smiling, lending a helping hand No one hears her cry or sees her tears So tired of pretending life is perfect when in fact she wants it all to end.
Poetry By Me
Our undying act of painful ways Our thoughts and words the same Our memories and assorted moments Held captive with an unknown force to blame You've held the light, I could see But blindness has a way, Of finding hearts as lovers part And leads them where it may. Broken is a funny word But then again pain is too Returned, lost, stolen and given So many times anew. Resentful is the word of agony It never lets you sleep And is in your mind, heart, and body As forever you shall keep. Tracing back your familiar walk Like an intoxicating dream Wondering, fumbling, and juggling The many steps between. And then there are the moments The ones you fear the most Of casual occurrence and accidental meets The game of who has become the lowest. Analyzing the reason of, The reason is absurd Sometimes there is no answer To your every spoken word But that's the plan, the idea That is put into our head Of something bigger and better Then we may be able
Poetry
Insanity looms inside the looking glass. It's like a madness stuck on repeat, and I'm lost in the progression! I wonder, what's under the scar tissue? A rollercoaster I've rode too many times. Can I stomach one more go? Today, the black birds lied to me again, mocking me as the wind waged war with my face. All I look foward to is cancer. The cold taste of the grim reaper's porcelin lips. All this talk of the end; are we really pushed to oblivion? His hand is so close, at times I can see his thumbnail. The foot may bring luck, but beware of the hole! is this the dwelling of misfortune? The numbers now haunt me. The worst feeling from the most perfect melody. She gave me the perfect present, with a note that read, "It's yours, at my convience!" The letters drained into a pool of rubies. So close to completion of this creature I'm becoming. How will I handle the pain of burning wings? Smearing a grain of salt into the wound will act as my pain killer. She trembles from the quake, unaware
Poetry Challenge
cheeseburger poetry challenge by LateNiteFantasy© authors note: use the listed seven words and beat this fine and juicy poem. patina frontloader gala sassafras cheeseburger bonehead favorite Cheeseburger Challenger Ah! Cheeseburger, my favorite. Wayne's way, flipped not smashed. Bonehead cooks always squeezing, robbing life from the burger. Or! Make a gala outdoor festivity. Seared patina over sassafras embers. Smash my burger, I'll kick your ass. Juice laden fingers feed the frontloader.
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Life Liberty and The Pursuit of Happiness The Rights that are innate to all mankind Imposing your religion on those whom are different Recreating the history we Fought to Create The independence of a Nation we’ve said to be great Fought for the right. The right to fight. To say Oh No That’s Not Okay. But you continue your evil ways anyway. Began with a Pure Intention Intention to Be Different and Free Reaking Havoc upon a country What is Different than The King had done to us? Taxes and Factions that don’t give a fuck- Men are created equal it says paragraph two, line one. The most important don’t you say? You take equality away and spoil your wealth upon your friends. Taking away our rights, the right to abolish an evil such as you. We sit and wait, to cry one day, at what you do. It’s too late to say But I’ve Tried. We enable an evil never seen before. Why are we not fighting our own war? Standing up in mor
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The perfect woman Doesn’t fart Like a trumpet sounding But rather it is released Like she’s gently sighing The perfect woman Doesn’t belch Out the word Bulawayo But rather releases it Behind her hand delicate The perfect woman Doesn’t sweat Or anything like as vulgar If they overheat The darlings just perspire The perfect woman Doesn’t swear Only shit and maybe bloody If they stub their toe Its sod it or even buggeration The perfect woman Doesn’t exist They fart and blame the cat They belch and blame the food They sweat and blame the change They swear and blame the man In me previous life well I was the wife of a farmer from Fogartys Creek. I was the type who did everything right: I was passive and placid and meek. There was nothin' to learn where he was concerned - just act as if he was a king (and keep sayin' 'no' when he fumbled below 'til I had me that little gold ring)...... How to Sex a Dinosaur Tyrannosaurus rex
Poetic Tides
I will from time to time come across poetic things that capture my mind and ears or streach my soul and heart to beyond the end of time.... I will place things I feel are poetic here or maybe I will get creative and write something for you all but you as my friends and family please feel free to chime in as well.... always love to hear the music of someone else poetic mind and soul
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Too much time has been wasted in the pursuit of happiness. Along the way there have been great people who have advanced my search. Then there are people that stink of misery. Of course what isn't initially noticed is what brand of misery it is. There is legit misery. Then there is self created misery. The sufferers of this misery are those that I have an issue with. I have met people who enjoy their own self inflicted misery so much that they wallow in it for sheer laziness. After all what would be the point of attempting to change? There are people in my life who are miserable because they so embittered. The world owes them something and they will destroy any and all who come near them to get what they have coming to them. They never seem to see that what they have coming to them is the misery they have put out into the world. The most disillusioned people are the liars and thieves. They are drowning in their own lies. They've told so many lies they begin to believe the
Poetry By Sondra
Love Abandoned
Poetry (not By Me)
She stands or sits in all her glory, Overflowing, sexy abundance, A vision of grace, charm and beauty, The dynamo of lust, giv'n the chance. Not a wall flower, ready to go, Free to only someone really wise, A hidden thrill only they will know, Endless passion is not a surprise. A magnificent sight when undressed, She has it all and plenty to spare, A vast expanse of quivering flesh, Orgasmic delights, she'll take you there. Sexy woman with meat on her bones, "Too much is never enough", you'll moan. yes I have to look in the mirror every day. i am fat. my mother says lose weight. my boss shows off her tiny waist and looooong legs. you know, good catalogs like lands end and llbean don't carry clothes in my size and fat lady clothes = harsh polyester tents, weird colors and fake jeans, full support. i'm not falling down! and did you ever notice that the paper-doll models for the plus size clothing are always minus sized? my husband watches all the thin girls on tv.
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Poetry
1 Million Light-Years Away From Her Good-bye my love, I will miss you But time has come to soon My love for you will never die I've reached my endless doom I've made mistakes, past transgressions For those that eat me alive And without you, I realize I slowly die inside You make me smile, I grow so fond For everyday that passes From dusk 'til dawn, I have done wrong As Autumn eats the ashes My heart and soul, they are not mine Forever yours to keep For what I've done, I do regret These wounds have cut to deep Yet all I ask, from these words Is just a good-bye kiss One Million Light-Years, Away From You And Still I Love Like This By: Joëy Ðëmon 138 Eating The Ashes My hopeless mind Taunts UR every move As I crush u down... Whilst Eating The Ashes By: Joëy Ðëmon 138 Seldom Silent... Never Heard I'm an open book For u to read the pages Better too understand me Yet u ignore my every word.. I'm good at
Poetry
A Voodoo Queen, By Erotica Writings I want to tell you a story of a Voodoo Queen, she was a dark haired beauty that I had ever seen, smooth reddish complexion and her eyes gleamed. Long satin legs with the firmest thighs I had ever seen, mens head turned when she walked by. Women hated her for her beauty and I will tell you why. She could make a man grow old and forget the love he use to know. She’ll captivate you and at the same time decapitate you, She is most certainly one vixen not to be reckoned with. Like a black cat she moves slowly with grace, she’ll lick your lips to see how you taste. Some called her a witch, but her name was that of Marie Laveau. She was way over a hundred when she died, yet she looked as lovely and beautiful as when she was twenty five. To this day admirers visit her grave leaving small tokens incase they meet along the way. This mysterious black woman in the 19th century was able to accomplish a most remarkable feat, she had white folk beck
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The sky is blue The grass is green My love for you is true I am seriously missing you Why did you have to leave me? Couldn't you have stayed? I need you sweety Please come back I hope you don't forget me Because I won't to you My heart is now aching It's falling apart There's nothing to live for Just like you said You lured me into your heart and soul Then you just up and left me. If I left Would you follow? If I tried Would you try too? If you went Would you come with me? If I died Would you die also? If you left I would follow If you tried I would try too If you went I would go with you If you died I would die also. If life treats you as one big joke And your successes few Remember that the mighty oak Was once a nut like you.
Poetry & Writing :)
She is desperate. Sniffing around. So hungry...just for a taste. She needs a fix & wants it bad. But it's out of reach. But within eye sight. She doesn't have the money or the heart it would take... It doesn't exist in her mind, body, or soul. Like a disease. It will consume her. Such a tragegy. Such a waste of air. Make sure it wasn't YOU there THE BEGINNING POINT "...if we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready is ready, we shall never begin." ~Ivan Turgenev So many projects sit undone. So many dreams left to live out. So many times I waited too long to say what I needed to say. USE YOUR TALENTS "Oh , my friend, it's not what they take away from you that counts. It's what you do with what you have left." ~Hubert Humphrey What is left??? Some times it feels as if nothing is left. Other days it feels as if nothing can hold me back and that I have lived my life without letting in any of the pain. GIVE IT TIME "Pa
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I have been writing poetry for well over 8 years now. Although I do not have as many as I would like there have been bumps in the road that throw the creative frosty beer mug from the bar to the ground. So, I hope that you all like what I write and if you dont please feel free to comment. I am always up for a little constructive criticism. ~Kaylin My friend, I need you now, Please take me by the hand. Stand by me in my hour of need, And take the time to understand. Please take my hand my friend, And lead me from this place. Chase away my doubts and fears, And wipe the tears off of my face. My friend, I cannot stand alone, I need your loving hand to hold. And the warmth of your gentle touch, In my world that's grown so cold. Please be a friend to me, And hold me day by day. Because with your loving hand in mine, I know we'll find the way. "It", makes you almost fearless, to where nothing can hurt you. "It", makes you hold your tongue, until your face turns br
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I try so hard to escape my past. I wish everyday that these feelings won’t last. I feel like I’m drowning in a sea of sorrows. Fighting to swim to see tomorrow. My will to fight fades more every day. All the beautiful things now seem so gray. Searching for something that I can’t find. Feeling like I’m losing my mind. Will I make it back to where I was? The happiness I remember is all a fuzz. As I float in this sea alone, My memories start to roam. I’ve made it though this once before. Now I pray I can make it once more. I dont want to let you go, Theres so much that I cant show, So much that I want to say, Too much to just throw away. I told you I would be by your side, But now these tears I cant hide. The tears wont stop flowing, I can see where this is going. As the days go by, Its harder and harder to try, To stay so strong, To pretend like nothings wrong. Its time to give up, Havent we both had enou
Poet
tonight i await thee yet who are you? i have drank the sweet red wine and think of your lips brushing lightly against mine, i peeled silently each petal from a dozen red roses and laid them on my bed who are you? will you come? I call with a whisper I need you I want you to taste you to feel you to be with you to be in you to feel your sweat falling on my face your hair slapping, caressing your teeth slightly pulling the tenderness of my skin as we laugh the silliness of the moment yet hunger screams aloud your name yet I do not hear, who are you who are you... I want to know poet
Poet 2
The Look It is hard to Describe, yet Each time I See it the Softness and warmth, The quiet Countenance, takes my Heart to a place of Peaceful remembrance Of youth spent Chasing the blossom Of a first kiss, The shudder of The first caress The salty taste Of sweat stained bodies In tender embrace It is the look in your eyes Whenever we meet And the fading of it When we depart Your eyes, The look poet
Poetry
Following through There are things everyone says There are things that everyone do Every time I hear your voice I wonder if you follow through I promise I will do better I promise I will care I hear the waiver in your tone And I know you might not follow through The way you touch me is the same And even how you hold my hand How do you expect me to trust When you say you will follow through Your words don’t mean the same to me Nor does the feeling from your heart Because I have been through it all before When I thought you were following through The night is almost over And you say you will be always here But I see you leave my door And I see you following through The way you used to be And the light that used to shine Now my halls are dark and my hand is empty Because you followed through The old paths that you take And the new ones coming up How can you say you want me If I know you wont follow me through Every road is sought with ange
Poetry
Is this what I have to become All my nature and being to be undone Is the cover that entire people can see? Is there a place in this world for people like me? Am I to walk alone? To find no companion no desired attraction no love to be A heart slattern broken, a soul gone dead To walk this world in the world of dread To see the couples link as one To see the passion from the window open wide To see passion I will not know for my self In addition, to bring joy, pleasure, you decide. I guess this is the life for me To watch the world and let it be And know that it is safe to say No one to stand by my side I lay in the ground waiting still for the earth to fill me still cover every inch of me end the torment let me sleep fill the hole in cover me up fill the void do not stop end the pain that comes to all lay me to rest one and all I lay here and wonder is that all there is I lay here and concider how passion dies I lay here and wonder what dark does lie Feel the
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Sickening twists Forgotten mists Nights in the loam Forever the mind roams And the fingers hit the keys Trying to report what the mind sees Drinks of whisky And darkened thoughts risky Droughts of liquor And loves succor Life rolls on an on Another night another morning sun Looking And digging For the word And the sword Whispers in my head As I prepare for my bed Forever the fight Forever the past's sights Another drink As the cat's bell clinks One more drink yes again I want it to rain Off with the lights A darkness bright Off to take a piss Water hitting waters hiss Off to bed And dreams in the color red STR 2:24am 12-23-04 inside these tears continue to rain the realization of a loss so deep and so painful it only mounts with time building and swirling th realization that i most likely will never feel those arms that held me like no other or see the eyes that would turn me to butter never to kiss th
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Ageless Dreams Ageless mysteries yet untold Writhing bodies in passion's hold Senses heightened to extreme Like a liquid breathless dream Meeting of two souls enchanted delight Heated rhythms long into the night The sound of breathless cries Silken thoughts and heated sighs Two entwined bodies stolen story An anciednt dance of passion's glory Feeding an enraptured flame Two souls free and untamed One last cry of release The calm of euphoric peace
Poetry
You set my soul on fire, until I'm burning with desire. You light the match that inspires red hot fantasies of you and me, together as two lovers should be. I'm intoxicated by your scalding touch, and I never knew I could hunger so much. You move my heart like a fine work of art, but you fuel my soul until the fire rages out of control, and I'm lost to fantasies of you and me, together as two lovers should be. I need to feel your heat, and lose myself to kisses so sweet. This lonely heart cries out for you, begging for a rendezvous. I'll get no rest until I can still, a passion that remains volatile from red hot fantasies of you and me, together as two lovers should be. I know our spark could never miss, when I draw fire from your kiss and consume your body with fiery nips of delight that each hold a promise to ignite. Please say that you'll be mine and cling to me as flaming vine. Purest Of Pain (Lesbian Kissing) Current mood: depressed
Poetry
Magic of Love Love is like magic and it will always be, for love still remains lifes sweet mystery! Love works in ways that are wonderful and strange and there is nothing in life that love cannot change! Love can transfer from the most common place into beauty and splendor and sweetness and grace! Love is the answer that everyone seeks... love is the language that everyone speaks! Love can't be bought it's priceless and free love is like pure magic it's lifes sweet mystery! When You Thought I Wasn't Looking When you thought I wasn't looking, I felt you kiss me good night, And I felt loved. When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears come from your eyes, And I learned that sometimes things hurt, But it's all right to cry. When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you cared And I wanted to be everything that I could be. When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked ... And wanted to say thanks for all the things I saw When you thought I wasn
Poetz Thoughts In Motion...
The part of speech that expresses existence, action, or occurrence in most languages. I am action, I am expression, The words used to move the world. I am more than just who, when, and where. I give that who, when, and where an existence. I can be cooperative, or resistent. Use me in major form, infinitive, phrasal, transitive, or reflexive. I take and connect words that would no other way be connective. I do all this, and still... No one really knows I even work this hard. To bring grammer and words together to make something occur. Most forgotten about me, but you have to admit, I can't be ignored. You doodle me on your notebooks when you're bored: {I LOVE John}, or {I HATE Bill}. You hear me in gossip and news: {Sue MARRIED Doug}, or {Sally KILLED Will}. I'm so damn talented, I can stand alone and still be equally as strong. No matter how you speak, you can never use me wrong. I'm in every language, every slang, every terminology made To be used to link one pe
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Poetry
Dream of me if for a moment of crazy talks and moonlight walks and gentle, tender kisses Dream of me dancing in the rain carefree,laughing ready to embrace life Dream of me in your sad moments smiling a warm hello so close, yet far Dream of me if for a moment keep me close to your heart as you are in mine Dream of moments we will miss but our friendship will not part it was sealed with a kiss they call me the traveler a many yrs i roam to find the captive of my heart a soulmate of my own he comes to me in silence he haunts me in my dreams with a promise of the future and passion from his eyes that gleam Now the magic has taken hold my fears are placed behind I freely give my soul yet the story is uncertain this dream has not awakened forever is the feeling, love is my drug Its days since i've last seen him and my heart is beating, still wait until eternity, keep traveling, i will For the day has not been brought forth w
Poet 3
Taste is it the taste of coffee on their lips, or the smell of their hair in the morning is it how their sweat falls across your face as they labor on top of you, mid-night on a whim is it the slight pressure of their fingertips as they balance between tenderness and arousal is it the sound of their whisper in your ear or its absence that is the loudest poet
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Poetry
You left this world With no reason why You were my better half The one who completes me You cut your life short Without saying goodbye My heart ripped in two This life we could have had Is no longer possible This pain in my heart Is so real in my life Every time I close my eyes I see your smiling face I know your in a better place And I know I'll see you again So wait for me inside Heaven's gate And I'll find you when it's time to come home. Rest In Peace David Lee Turner.... I will always love you. glitter-graphics.com
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Poetry: From Dark To Light
People see the darkest point As that which haunts their life I say the bottom hits When your mind can not see the light My mind is tired of consequence Of a fault that's not my own For pain impressed upon me When respect is all that was shown I'm lost in thoughts unaccounted for That haunt my very soul I wonder where they've wandered to But I guess it's not for me to know I gave up too much of myself When there was nothing for me to do I let go of who I was Because I was scared of you Kick me, hit me Force me to scream Then cut off my air supply because you didn't want to hear me You've never had respect for me And i given you my best years All you given in return Is a lifetime of fear I'm done with you, It's over! I want to finally be me I want to smile again and laugh again And be the person I used to be I'm lost in thoughts unaccounted for They hurt my tortured soul I wonder where they've wandered to But I guess I'll never know I sit here no
Poetry
Im the lord of the underworld death is my name I don black walking with my cane Tehy call me the hidden one Its not the same You have the tools I have the power We all come from the tree Im the father you are the child come with me and you will be free We walk amoung you yes its true I wear the hat and they call me blue... MSL Dragons fly so high their bodies filling the skies. feeling the air on their face it gives them the feeling giving them a high The ground breaking speed that they face putting them in the air watching them like a race. Wings spread wide the sunlight glissens off its scaley hide. The feeling The Rush The body in the sky I just want to fly like a dragon in the sky. Wins in my face feeling my heartbeat race. The feeling The rush I just want to fly like a dragon in the sky. MSL You smother us with your words consumed in your own deception Protecting ourselves with words finding our answers in decription Tossing and turning
Poetry My Babi Made 4 Me......
Poetryy
is this real? all the pain i feel? is this the life im destined to live? dont you think its been fulfilled? why is it that no matter how much i sacrifice or how much i go through its never satisfying enough for you? like you always need a little more a little more blood a few more tears a little less love and a whole lotta hate ive been taken from heaven and placed at this gate... the decision is mine do i take it or hide? but instead .. i swallow my pride i open the gate , and face my fate consumed by the fire .. infatuated with the pain lost in this world never to be seen again fuck broken, im shattered all the peices scattered not that it even matters but its too much for me to handle lost my grip on life it just faded.. slipped away with no answer voices always telling me jus live for today but i cant keep my mind out the past it has a tendency to sneak up & knock me on my ass i fight it with no desire to win its become too much work... to keep
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I build my life around her with such straight,love. there's no one in the world that can stand between my love for her. I'll embrace her and hold her close to my heart. Because she is my life, someday hope she'll be my wife. she is my everything. And for that! my love will never die! She's my hopes and my dreams. She my best friend,my lover. She the one I would enjoy to come home too every night. with a smile on my face and a kiss for her for being the wonderful women she is. As for this I will never let her down. Because I am sensually consumed by her ever lasting love for me. in memory of my first love.
Poetry Tell Me What U Think Good Bad
She sits and waits waits for anything something to happen to let her know she is not alone that there is someone that loves her then she hears it a knock on the door she get up to see who it could be but no one is there then she hears it again and again then she hers a voice softly say "i am here" she weeps because the voice is her lovers who died just a week ago he again repeats "I am here" her crying gets heavier and heavier then he says "why r u crying someone loves u i love u" she begins to calm down and tells him that she cant go on with out him. he turns to her touches her check softly she knows he must go but she does not want him to but it is too late he disappears into the air she starts to weep harder now then out of no were one single red rose falls in front of her with a note that says that if u ever need me i will all ways be in the rose she puts the rose away now an old women on her death bed she tells her daughter about that night and the rose she
Poetry
Little one how are you? For I am blue. Little one do you cry? for tears run out my eyes Little one are you cold? For I never held you close Little one are you hungry? For I never nursed you once Little one who are you? for I never got to give you a name Little one are you lonely? don't be for I still love you Dedicated to my baby lost 11 years ago this month. Oct 2008
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Abandoned the need for love, a need that was exploited and twisted and turned to something foul the tourtured last moment of life that should have been the ending but was the beginning of the diakka. *Authors note: Diakka = evil spirit/a spirit in general mostly evil though (gypsy language) Tears of pain and lust Stain the color of his eyes A choked reply I don't want to hurt you To the question unasked Burden my heart? We both have other Great loves Friends we will always be A shared night of intimate torture Colors burst forth Green and yellow merge The want of another In future days to come And strengthen our bond This outflow of essense The bite of your teeth The lick of your tongue The taste of life Is a friend's love. 5/4/2004 I wish I knew what I could do I want to be yours But times like this when she is here I don't feel like I am yours. Last night I didn't either. All I wanted was to curl around your legs for comfort
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An angel's eyes in an angel's face, Solumn words on pouty lips. Sychronicity in such a place, Harsh history can't eclipse. Bringing down a thing you can't understand, You hide in fear again. Running from a trusting hand, Hiding from the "where?" and "when?" Alone forever if you can't accept, Lost in a vast sea. Solitude is the friend you kept, Afraid of the real one you found in me. You were 2 good 2 b true, Which makes me 2 good 4 u. I see her as a goddess, but you treat her like a slut. You left her in the garden bleeding from the invisible cut. Your action speaks louder then harsh words ever could. Sit her up on a high throne, then burn her like scrap wood. Paint your sweet lies upon her ever trusting ears. The leave her for dead because you can't face your fears. Face of an angel but something with in you dies. Black hearted criminal, you can only demonize. Leave her alone you can only cause her pain. Fly from her side don't try to ex
Poetry I Like
William Ernest Henley. 1849–1903 7. Invictus OUT of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance 5 I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, 10 And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: 15 I am the captain of my soul. Douglas Hyde. 1860– 34. I Shall Not Die for Thee FOR thee, I shall not die, Woman of high fame and name; Foolish men thou mayest slay I and they are not the same. Why should I expire 5 For the fire of an eye, Slender waist or swan-like lim
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I cannot change you. You cannot change me. We can only change what we perceive. But in doing so It may all become unreal, Not part of the deal, Not following the drill. So when you look at my face, See deep into my soul, Remember, I am only Who your mind wants to behold. If you don't like what you see, Look inside yourself. Don't blame me. For in this life I am To be Free. Free from the faces you place upon me. Free from the attitudes you seem to see. Free from your chaos, your disunity. Free faces. Leave me be To my Faces of Peace. To you I give all that I am Its because of you I am a better woman So many rainy days have come and gone In your arms I feel safe and that I belong When I awake I have thoughts of love I envision you're smile, could you really be the one I do not know just what I want But when I'm with you, I feel the love Thoughts like these play with my heart There's something about you that made me put down
Poetry
i don't understand how a guy can call himself a dad when he's NEVER around. i mean really is it too much to ask that you take care of your kids? cuz my sister sure as hell didn't climb on top of her self to get pregnant. do you have any idea how much these kids love you? and you seriously don't deserve their love. i have to bite my tongue when they ask about you and want me to tell them why their daddy hasn't come to pick his son up from school today or why he hasn't come to see him or his sister. sadly they'll know too soon what a real asshole you are until then you can bet your ass they'll be taken care of. because they're my niece and nephew, so they're my life. i love them as if they were my own kids. so don't worry you can continue to play your precious video games, and sleep all fuckin day. but you bet ur ass your kids will always have a place to sleep, food on the table, and clothes on their back. because i'll go broker than broke than to see those kids suffer. oh
Poetry And Wrighting
Tanka a scream in the night, dreams with mighty fright of hate and anger. no soul for comfort, tears roll down her face as she cry's her self to sleep. Time, we chase it, want more of it, always cravying for one more minute , its like being in a time worp on fast forward. we chase after it because we are affraid that someday we may not have it. The gift of sight, we charish it, be greatfull for it, some are not as lucky to enjoy the power of sight. We read everything from words to eyes with our sight , we would be lost without our sight . Smells, smells are wanderfull . If we couldn't smell we couldn't emagine, and if we can't emagine we are not alive, so be greatfull and thankfull for all of what we have. candles flame A flicker of flame blows from a sweet scented candle while it burns out by being smothered with blood. She sleeps for a while surprisingly with a smile. Half alive half deceased. But she crys in her little mind with greif..
Poets From Today And Yesterday
Shit, tired of gettin shot at Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it A spot where WE belong, that's just for us Niggaz ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood Y'knahmean? Where do niggaz go when we die? Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga That's why we go to thug mansion That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G ... at thug mansion A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you Picture me inside the misery of poverty No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on We found a family spot to kick it Where we can drink l
Poetry
I'm yours My dress creates a silken puddle at my feet. My vulnerable flesh bared for your eager eyes. Using your eyes you caress my naked flesh. Your heated gazes makes me want to run and hide. Frozen in place I tremble in anticipation and fear. My heart beats like the wings of a bird trying to escape it's cage. As you draw near I become drunken on your scent. It is intoxicating making me weak in the knees. I fall trembling into your strong embrace. I feel the warmth of your breath against my cheek. I turn my head to meet your hungry mouth. As greedy hands roam my burning flesh. A moan burst forth from my kiss swollen lips. I can no longer resist you as your lower me to the softened bed below. My head spins and I can not think as you slip between my silken legs. I cry out against your devouring mouth as you take me in one thrust of your hips. Burying yourself deep inside me branding me as yours. I writhe in pleasure as you claim me
Poetry From Last Year Or So
subtle slivers worked themselves under a fingernail roving eye lingered, perhaps too long but who is to say how long is too long? invisible to the naked eye, to other naked eyes forgotten except when you moved the right way, touched the wrong way but always, the glow of intent was clear in your eyes reflected on the nape of my neck as you lay your lips shivers always followed, but not always of revulsion the light was unlearning itself, it was the infinite unfrocking of the prism sparklers wanded their brilliancy like the whole box was burning for almost nine years each falls like a lash against the nakedness and when they went out, everything i knew how to look for had disappeared. "SELF" We don't know yet what it means to be touched To be the recipient of caresses, what the ear learns of itself when it's lines are followed by the finger of someone else. We don't understand what the mind percieves when the thigh's length is measured by the dawdling of a lover's h
Poetry
you love me i love you you hate me i hate you you want me i want you you loath me i loath you you need me i need you you and me forever i need you like my lungs need air i need you like my heart needs to pump i need you like a candle needs a flame i need you like a rose needs petals i need you like the moon needs the sun i need you like my body needs your warmth i need you like you need me thats how bad i need you.... you wisper in my ear your fingures touch me so gently you know what i want i know you want the same slowly undress a kiss so soft and sweet your breath on my neck sends chills down my spin your touch makes my body tingle your voice makes me want to beg beg for your body beg for your affection beg for your pleasure the warmth of your body leaves as you pull away from me i wish to hear my name in a wisper as it escapes from your sexy lips touch me again kiss me again show m
Poetry
We were strangers, both far from home, Thrown together in a world torn apart. As strangers we talked, and a friendship began. Though small to start, that friendship grew. There began to be admiration, and with that, a sort of bond. The bond that starts as a friendship, and grows into love. But if we turned into lovers, Just how far would that love go? I feel my soul inside, feel it torn in two. Its a mockery unto life itself, not even a shadow of what it could be. I lost the love I should have had. You were there like no others, showing you cared in a subtle manner. When the world didn't care, you had. When I didn't have the power to go on, you shared yours. Strength was never a problem for you, You had strength I've never before seen in a man. I've lost you and can't find you. You live in a different place than me, A place I cant visit when I want. And even if I could, would you even want me to? It's hard not knowing, but I try to work past it. I've tried to think
Poetry..
Patience, cooperation, devotion.. they preach… Violence, deceit, repression.. they teach… Saturate us with hidden messages Poison us, with evil entrails hiding our potential to excel Holding the keys to our eternal hell, Watching us grow into their machines Blind to the fire that furies unseen.. Through every beaten tree.. Behind every forgotten scene.. So close to something real.. Unafraid to show how we feel.. Make them think twice – learn to deal With the absence they create Distance, torment, their mistake.. The vision, their created prison Until…………….. The light blinks on, our words burning strong.. In their dream we don’t belong Transparent to them.. A beat all our own…………….. Light explodes surrounding everything.. Consumed burning to life –nothing left.. Shattering to ashes in the breeze.. Hopeless now.. subject to your disease… Scattering in the landscape.. Knowing there's no turning back.. Whisp
Poetry
Being Loved is one thing I wish I felt right at this very moment but all I feel is pain ... Being Loved is something I want to feel all the time but I never feel it tell the very last minute ... Being Loved is what should be felt in a marriage that builds from love from one another threw the years ... Being Loved is the most wonderful feeling from the one person who truely cares about you .... Being Loved is something some people never get to feel when they're still surching for someone that could be the one ... Being Loved would be a great feeling to feel as I right this but I don't have that feeling ... Being Loved is the most joyful thing to feel in your heart when the person you love shares the love they been hiding since they first met you .... Being Loved is what all people should feel threw the days when they're having the most awful day of there lives ..... You slowly guide me to the bed kissing me so passionately while lightly touching every curve of my naked body .... you li
Poetry
everything gets so romanticized with distance with time. . . there's the old saying about fonder hearts but i think it's more an issue of forgetting. a girl gets glossed over. like greasing the lens-- she appears angelic almost. it's not a sham so much as marketing maybe or maybe not marketing it's the desire to think that so far at least your life has meant something. it's the desire to think that everything has been something and it's been something beautiful. so you start blurring the edges and dimming the lights and before too long, with the fog of time and so many years all the nights alone and the broken hearts all the deaths and all the rejections get glossed over and you remember them just a little different. just a little better. it comes and goes. like the nausea the morning after when we drank until we could finally sleep but didn’t sleep woke up sore and shaky the next morning. and meanwhile i’m trying hard to keep tra
Poetry
Ohh, that look that voice it sings forbidden fruit that's temping me. tarnished curls, secret smiles Jewel blue eyes from tropical Isles You remind me of the Greek philosophers and Roman conquerors I see the lion in you all curled up for a nap. I see all his power and grace how I long to touch your face run my fingers through your mane Purr out your ancient name. I am pain, it is me. I spent my life with blurred vision, see? Blurred vision from unshed tears, Blurred vision from unsaid fears, Blurred vision from the knife, That will take my life, Blurred vision from the gun pull the trigger, BAM!! Done. Blurred vision from the grave. Blurred life that could have been saved i am not yours, you are not mine we are painfully separated for all of time your heart is your own so is your kiss together,apart nothing to miss
Poetry Corner
If I had but one more day, to show how much I love you I would spend it within the sweetness of your silken lips. Inhaling of your essence, I would slip into the oblivion of a world, where all time stood still. Tracing your lips softly,with intricate strokes of love just like the dainty threads upon a cross stitched canvas. Every precious moment would count in love with you for I would immerse myself within your heart and soul. Tasting of your kisses until my final breath is the way, that from this life, I therefore wish to depart. Breathe life into my soul, until my last heartbeat where in love, I'll carry you, beyond the heavens, and the never ending. Looking at the clouds and watching the rainfall down wishing I could see you smile, hear your laugh, or maybe just be nearby Your a angel who fell down to Earth from the heavens Here to show me what love is truly like, but I still cant believe you chose me to show this to, To love me, and teach me to love you, How is i
Poetry (ghetto Style)
If only I could hear her voice one more time.See her smile, her beautiful eyes.If only I could hug her again.And tell her that she meant more than I said.I miss her dearly,But now she's gone.With the angels above,
Poetry
God knew what he was doing When he sent you for me to love He knew right from the very start That you alone would capture my heart Eyes so green, hair of night Relieve me of my lonely plight Joyful laughter now fills the air Where once only sobs lingered there My heart quickens at the thought of you Twinkling like the morning dew Your love surrounds me now For God has willed by the sweat of his brow Handle it with care and love It has been blessed by Him above Your warm caresses touch my soul My heart now yours to take at will
Poetry
why bother with love? all that happens in the end is pain and suffering so why bother letting your hopes build why bother letting your heart open to others when it gets crushed and ripped? the world would be far better off with out love. with a newfound pain comes a cold and bitter heart one that shall stay cold and bitter for ever more the heart can only take so much so keeping it cold is the best way to ensure no pain. we take each step one at a time and try to live for others try to love and help and share our lives but in the end the esult is always the same no matter how long you know that person you feel the pain you feel the suffering in the end was it really worth it? i used to think so but no more im done caring im done with love im done worrying about life. if my life were to end today oh well so be it i dont care one way or the other any more. What is love? the feeling you get when you see a pretty face? No thats just lust! Love is a feeling of pure joy and bliss
Poetry
Poetic Pain
The air around me suffocates, it mask away my pain. My senses tell me something’s wrong but things appear the same. The sin that sits within me, it tears my soul in two. I look for refuge; but find myself abandoned by YOU! I feel so bitter, so consumed, I can feel the rage! I can’t distinguish love from hate. These tears they dangle from my chin and my emotions feel like stone. Your words they inflict a pain upon my heart. That I can’t sway alone. There was a time you and I; were chasing down our fate. Our first kiss it felt justifiable, each other’s arms a perfect escape.
Poetry
The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe First Published in 1845 Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " ’Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door; Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,. For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here forevermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, " ’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Poetry, Random Thoughts, & Just Because
A moment untouched by sunlight. Forsaken dreams in darkness that never see the light of day. Moments unspoken,breathless,tasteless,forbidden fantasies kept in secrecy. Tainted kisses,lustful hearts beating to a song only heard by ears of the dark world. Caresses felt, hands unseen,lips kissed by moments of sin. A moment of ectasy,two souls becoming one.
Poetry
Poetry
As darkness consumes my soul, and the light in my heart turns to dark. I look towards the glimmer of hope once bright in my heart. I reach for your hand, but the chill of winter air is all I feel. I call your name, but silence is my only friend. A life once lived, a heart once warm... has now given way to the sorrow and pain... The loneliness once dead, has risen in my soul. And engulfed the being divine. I reach for your hand, but the chill of winter air is all I feel. I call your name, but silence is my only friend. The Ghost of You fills my mind... Eyes closed, heart open...I can feel you all around me. The dream of the summer sunlight surrounding our souls warms my heart. When I open my eyes, my world disappears... I reach for your hand, but the chill of winter air is all I feel. I call your name, but silence is my only friend. I cry into the night, in hopes that you'll hear me... I scream your name as I did in passion that night... The blood on my hands
Poetry
I was looking thru my old blog and saw my old poetry. I haven't written anything in a long while. I just thought I would share these and leave them open for criticism and what have you. I hope all who read them enjoy them...and yes, I was a little emo for a while there...lol...it's what happens when you're lonely... Written on 5/29/2006 Forsaken by my God Unparallelled emptiness Longing only for the touch of His robe I cry out for mercy I cry out for forgiveness I repent my impurities He takes me in His arms and I am fulfilled once again My cup overfloweth His Spirit withing my being The beauty of His light in my eyes A life new and changed again Renewal and happiness return Constantly I fall harder and farther each time Turning my back to and heart away from God Resenting Him for choices I'VE made And reaping only consequences I DESERVE You are a merciful God Forgiving God Beautiful God MY GOD Written on 10/17/2005 A time for healing has come and
Poetry
Why do I feel stupid when you look at me? Knowing deep down in my heart how it'll never be. Things changed so fast I was caught off guard thinking about how life without you will be so hard. Knowing standing on my own is the only way to go. Not having enough balls to ever let you know. Not knowing how things might have turned out if I had and how the thought of someone else loving you makes me so sad. Watching you walk right out of my life yet again but not knowing why or when. Hoping with all my heart I have been wrong about things from the very start. I corrupt our lives every time I make these observations to myself knowing if you knew the truth it'd put you through hell. So since I cannot afford the guilt I would inflict on you I just tell myself none of this is true!
Poety
Perfection found In a moment between Racing heart beats Penetrating eyes Memorizing every line Reaching to catch hold Not wanting to let go This moment must last Pain in losing sight Longing for return It comes, always In fleeting seconds No need to cry, sigh One moment ending Another in place.
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Darkness falls where light once stood, perhaps not knowing all I should. Misted clouds blind once clear realms, awaken... Is it just a dream? Broken, scarred yet unmoved, words can't reach deafened ears. Speak unto anothers fears. Numb, untouched, unscathed by you... I rise toward my life anew. Whole but changed, I never heard you speak. Scarred but undamaged, I see it's you who is weak. Changed but remaining, truths from the untrue. I will not surcome to you. emotions run wild yet seemingly still walk yet run to a stand still always torn yet seemingly whole mirrored but shattered the same i see beneath the scars to the flesh that has been torn i feel your unspoken pain you walk in the light but darkness has it's enternal reign...
Poetry
Cower behind the bedside table The game only enthrawls me more I raise my hand you whimper With every tear i own you more and more
Poetry...lets See How It Goes
When things began it was all new and fresh, I came for you lest we forget The time we met and the time we touched Beyond our dreams skyward we launched Of something else our dreams were forged Like the furnace of a blacksmiths cause We held each other and felt that glowing warmth Of slowly learning to trust the dawn No words I have to right the past No songs to sing and take it back No hope is left as it turns to ash No Light shines through what was meant to last A mighty castle was built upon our shores With turrets and towers and gargantuan walls A bastion of Hope passion and desire With callous cruelty it was beset by fire The walls did splinter and the earth shook As a scarlet dragon came to claim his due The princess walked forth to accept her fate Her forgotten prince coming much too late No words I have to right the past No songs to sing and take it back No hope is left as it turns to ash No Light shines through what was meant to last Such is
Poetry/lyrics
There once was a man who built himself up To not feel Emotions And avoid all commotions Unattached except for vision never let anyone affect his decisions everything planned right down to precision never stood still to think of time all very questionable considering his prime (please read this while we redirect you, todays piece of work was brought to you by Daz Doorstep challenge,, we apologise for the break in service ) There once was a man who never let anyone in no matter how hard here one minute gone the next never staying still never settling running running till no one follows let me go he cries let me go he cries he doesnt need me he doesnt need you just needs the characters in his head maybe it was something we sad once it was fun, not knowing what to expect, one year yonder its smells of regret now i just wonder what went wrong listening to broken down songs once i would go to end of world, now im reluctant to answer your call you let me
Poetry And Freestyles
THE CHOICES I MADE BRINGS ME BACK TIME AND TIME AGAIN TO WONDERING WHY I DID SOME OF THE THINGS I DID, YES I AM HAPPY AND FEEL FREE BUT SOMETIMES I WOUNDER WHAT IS IN STORE FOR ME, I AM SICK OF WONDERING SICK OF SEARCHING SICK OF WAITING, WHEN WE ARE ALONE IT POINTS TO NOTHING BUT ME EXISTS BUT WHEN IN THE SAME HOUSE ITS ON HER TO SHOW THAT NOT ONLY HER OR ME EXISTS BUT US, ALL ABOUT HER DURING THE DAY BUT BY NIGHT WITH ME IS WHERE HE LAYS, DO I DOUBT HE LOVES ME NO, BUT WILL I EVER BE FIRST IS THE QUESTION I KEEP IN MY MIND, HE TOLD ME THE FIRST NIGHT HE WANTED ME TO BE BY HIS SIDE THROUGH THE STRUGGLES IN LIFE AND HIS LIFE BUT IN TIME COMES MANY MORE THINGS IN WHICH I SHOULD COME FIRST BUT IS THAT THE WAY IT WILL EVER BE, NOT ASKING HIM TO GIVE HER FRIENDSHIP UP NOR WILL I EVER ASK OR NOR WILL I EVER GIVE UP MINE AND HERS FOR ANYONE, BUT IN MY EYES THERE'S THAT LINE WEAR FAMILY AND YOUR FUTURE LIFE COMES FIRST, I AM SO CONFUSED, BUT I KNOW ONE DAY EVERYTHING WILL BE CLEA
Poetica Arcana Electronica
-Tributary- Rippled currents, ebbing freely Calm progression, plunging onward Teeming minds, rushing downstream -Shadow Play- Mirrored soul, hooded eyes Brooding figure, shrouded countenance Dawn's kiss, darkness fades -Embrace- Warm shoulder, firm assurance Emanates light, vanquishes fear Exalting spirits, shared strength -Bonds- Lithe tether, invincible union Inspired wonder, soundly eternal Faintest flame, eternally endures -Hesitation- Bated breath, stutter thought Restraining will, frozen impulse Lamented opportunity, lost time -Drive- Leather envelops, hands empower Engine throbbing, blurred scenery Constant motion, no destination -Lip-locked- Intensity swells, oscillating tongues Pulse races, souls merging Verity melts, sublime immersion -Battle- Surging energy, turbulent passions Misguided motivations, deadly intent Blood flows, futures ended -Bibliophilia- Musty odor, comforting spine Words absorb, senses reeling Pages turn
Poetry
How much I love you? More than the birds in the sky, More than the fishes in the sea. I Just love you, No matter what you do, No matter whats going to happen. I just love you, I just love the way when smile, it makes me feel so weak I just love the way you look at me, It makes me feel so warm. I just love you I just need you, Its not a matter for me to walk through my tough road if i have you. I need you, I Love you. I just love you You tell me you love me, Then you take it back, What the hell is up with that, What's all this suppose to mean, Wasnt it all it was suppose to be, Did I piss you off and make you mad, Im so confused you got my whole life off track, Everyday I think about what I did wrong, Yesterday I heard our song, How it talks about love so true, Baby~I miss you~Boo, I want you back so bad, I miss the love we use to have, I miss the way you Hold me in your arms, The way you'd keep me safe from any harm, You use to say I was the onl
Poetry
Poetry & Lyrics
Poetry...not Of My Hand.
Missing You ((dedicated to...him)) I once had a loveA love that was so fineI shared it with youAnd you were mineThen it leftLeaving me high and dryDunno the whenOr even the whyIm blessed that ya passedAlong my wayThough I miss you a littleMore each dayMissing you
Poetry
ALONE
Poetry Some New Some Old .. All Mine
Sat beneath the oak tree dreaming once again,Thoughts are oh so fleeting, like little drops of rain,Try to find significance, skitter round my brain.Just coming and going as I sit crying in the rain,I feel the tree behind me, calming soothing meTaking excess energy, so I can focus on just being me. Broken, pulled apart, pieces,Torn from the thing that’s called myself.I look about, scattered, all I see is me.Pulled in too many directions,Scarred from the past,Scared of my future,Taunted by possibilities of what can never be.I shower, eat, cry and sleep,Burry myself deep beneath A cold exterior where no-one can reach... Look in to the mirrorWhat’s looking back is not meMy lifeless eyes look helplessMy skin devoid of blushI’ve cried the tears that I canMy life’s no longer mineDo with it what you willFor I’m devoid of timeFear has a new meaningSome said I am braveTo be brave u must choose your pathAnd this path has chose meSo I am not brave or courageousI am s
Poetry
My heart beats in an uncertain rhythm, You heard it once, you told me, In your quiet voice you only use for private moments, My heart beats at those times when you bend your head and pull me close, When you whisper and touch me, My breath catches in my throat... I suffocate at the feeling of your lips on mine, I'm drowning when I'm in your arms... You saw me once, clutching, reaching for safety, As I drowned from the pleasure of your most intimate kiss, You told me what you saw with desire and satisfaction in your eyes. I see that look in your eyes in my head, Your face hidden, My hands in your hair, The breath slips from my lungs... Soft, smooth, round Your hands on my back Gentle, timid, yet wanting more... Words you long to say cling to my lips Like dew on a midsummer flower Breath trembles the air Threatening the fall Delicate movements betray us A fluttering eyelash, a tremblng fingertip... You wrap your
=*poetry*=....not Mine
New Path On a new path
Poetry
As you softly whisper to me, tears of joy drop swiftly.. Down my face a cold-warmth I feel, the happiness to know that you love me still... one of my short poems Copyrighted. Sadness A tear falls slowly down my face, for in my power, I can't embrace the happiness I see around me; makes me cry more and more. I try so hard; it's not that easy. How I wish that I could be happy. I walk alone with no one beside me. I try to remember but all there are are broken kisses. What happened to my happiness? Why can't I feel his sweet caress? Why can't he open his eyes and see? I want him to wrap his arms around me. Why can't I ever be happy? *I wrote this when I was in high school* copyrighted Heartbreaker: The one who changes, the way one feels. The one who swears , they love them still. When feelings aren't there. When you thought they were. You dont feel the same. And everythings a blur. You try to ignore it, hoping they'll come back. Then you reali
Poetry
Poetry
My love for you is like a red, red rose, It started as a seed but it’s grown and grown. Its roots reach deep down inside of my chest, And it grows even more with each passing breath. The delicate petals lay beautiful and pure, All the doubts that I’ve had you have since cured. For all the thorns that this proud rose bears, They are all softened by the thought of your care. Soon the rose grows old and withers and dies, But the love that helped grow it will last for all time. Sometimes I ponder about what will come next Where will my life turn when it seems to stall? When is the next time I will smile again? and how will I get up, should I fall? Happiness fills me with a touch of sadness. By that I mean I know it can't last. Beauty decays, laughter subsides When will the stones be cast? Tragedy can be measured by the amount of happiness taken away Elusion is our only protection As we fall victim to its prey So when I've reached a fork in life's road and
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Poetry
When is enough, enough? Life is a very peculiar thing. It has its ups and downs, and just to keep thing interesting life throws a few curveballs in for good measure. I was goin through my old blogs tonight. The last blog I wrote was about me taking charge of my life shortly after the Lisa suicide debacle. I am better now. Hell I was better then I jus didnt know it or couldnt see it. I can see clearly now, but as they say hindsight is always 20/20. Since that time there have been numerous changes in my life, not all for the better. But that is one of life curveballs. It seems that im destined to have more than a few thrown my way. Its true that I have walked my own path pretty much since the day I turned 15. And a lot of the problems and difficulties I'm having in life are a result of decisions I made when I was younger. I can deal with that. But in the meantime, does everything else have to work against me??
Poetry Not Mine
Je t'adore
Poetry
Fascinated are these eyes By such a sweet yet weak display of powerAm I to fear this tyrant...Or these sheep that walk so willingly behind your shadow.Laughing as I open these eyes of mine...That those who so quickly protect their king... show much more strength and powerthan the one who holds them by the string.The question will always remainWhen all your buttons are stripped awayWill you be victimize..... or will you ascend from your own little games?
The Poetry...
Tonight.... I'm a give it to you.. You know that for sure. I give you everything that I am... Now and forever I am yours Try not to be over come.... This isn't the time for you to refrain ... Give me your all.. Work me like never before... Make my jaw hit the floor With pleasure. I will make you quake... This I vow with my name at stake. I give you all of me .... My hands wander over your body... It may seem shotty because the territory is new to me.. But with every minute I will make you see... With every touch your body will shutter.... Melt like butter with the kiss of my lips. Ecstasy felt between you and I ...like fire from the sun. Burns deep into the soul... And when we reach our peek neither of us are able to speak. There's so much stress.. My life is a mess. All the shit I have been through. I thought I would be getting better.. But all I'm left with is anger. I still can't fetter my brain to get around you. But I'm still through with you. My angry
Poetry
Island dreams in hot solar rays, footsteps on the grainy sand, clear blue oceans where dolphins swim, pina colada's and coconut palms. Stories in reflected glories, with laughing and founding desire, morals be delicious soft silky love, like the wings of a peacefull white dove, Hearts beating in redness fury, a cold strike upon the stone, with love flowing fast and smoothly, a tremble and shake from the bones. myspace graphics IN LOVE I meet her gaze I help her stand I hold my breath and kiss her hand I see her blush her cheeks red now I smell her hair and kiss her brow It brings me joy to hear her speak I take her hand and kiss her cheek I feel her skin beneath my finger tips I hold her face and kiss her lips Our love's true passions will now begin I caress her form and kiss her skin Our passions flow like summer rain Our love's fulfilled as we kiss again In the afterglow in fond embrace We speak of love and I kiss her face Copyright ©2008 Dale
Poetry
I'm learning day by day When in doubt I bow my head and pray I find a quiet corner to relax and sit I may not have perfect delivery but i still attempt it
Poetry
People meet people from all walks of life. some meet on the internet and become man and wife. some have meaniful relationships, some struggle for that perfect answer. some treat there mates like they had a disease such as cancer. i loves are exchanged i hate you's are thrown around too. loving making is a form of expression except when its it only you. it takes two to make a solid relationshop work, but some are only thinking of themselves. some want a mate thats are genuine and some want a mate that has wealth. some care about looks some think all beauty is in the eye of the beholder. some take their lovers for granted some hold them on a pedstal up so high. some will go to great lengths to tell the truth and some will go to great lengths just to lie. so no relationship is perfect....trust me i should know. i have been there and done that i got the movie rights. but its life and thats just the way it goes.... I wanna thank fubar for bring a special woman into my life. ho
Poetry
We fight,We die,through the night,we cry,watching the light,pass us by,why should we fight?why should we die?it doesn't make anything right,Can't you see those hearts that cry,those who fight with all their might,often die,but tell me why,why make your loved ones cry,in kids' hearts they scream with freight,but tell me why,why scare our kids with the fight of all fights, wake up and see the light, and tell me why. Your heart was pure,Your eyes were soft,sometimes it makes me wonder,did i really love you enough?now your gone,and i see,that i may have loved you,but you had even more love for me,i have no regrets,a father figure you may be,i just wish i could see you one more time,i wish you didnt leave. Through the stars,deep within the sky,two hearts meet,one gal and one guy,though the two are different,they still fell into one,they twist and turn around eachother,never to come undone,well this story must cease,but this isn't goodbye,these two hearts have soared,they've learned how to f
Poetry
What mine eyes has seen is thus, A smile so fine
Poetry
My mind
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Love is like a butterfly. It has wings and can soar high--
Poetry
Dreamer’s War Dreams walk the landSight’s no one can standA plague made by all man One heart holds the powerSame heart holds a giftTo bring light in a showerTo close the dream rift Come young one nowTake up your bladesSnatch up your bowTo fight back the dream shades War is at your doorKeep the children safeHave them snuggle to the floorAs you battle the wraith Tap into your mindPull forth the powerPull forth the giftDestroy them all at the same time Watch dream’s demons fallAs the sun shall riseThe world shall rest one and all
Poetry
I retreat into the dark recesses of my mind once againHiding from the harsh realities of this all-too-jaded world.My confusion never seems to abate, not at all.My mind a chaotic whirlwind of terrible thoughts.I pull them around me closely, like a security blanketthe chaos comes naturally to me, feels comforting.I long for the things that once made me safeThings that once numbed my senses into false reverie.Once upon a time I could crawl inside a bottleAnd feel my troubles melt away, if only for awhile.Or smoke the sacred herb, sweet scented securityand not feel or care about anything awhile.But too many times I awoke on the floorwondering where I was; where everyone had gone.Lost and alone, feeling sick and afraid,The darker thoughts coming back with a vengence.The anger and pain clouds my mind again;Medication lasts only so long, helping only a littleBefore the rage returns, battling my sanity,Ripping my mind apart, feeding the pain within my soul.Do I even want to cry out for help an
Poetry
Something for you, that they may see but not know. A broken ship hull lies upon the sandy beach, The icy waves have took their toll, An old and gray sailor stands and looks, But has long since stop to weep. The ravages of time have took their toll on both, With dull gray eyes, he looks at his last love, And his tired old twisted and withered hands begin to tremble. Oh, is it better to be alone than to feel their warm next to me, If only you could see that I need you next to me, I cannot have you; I only want to hold you, for a moment next to me, To feel the tenderness and warm of your young body next to mine, That before I slip into the never-ending darkness, I may remember what use to be, How is to have someone to warm me in the cold night, With your tender softness, your sleeping movements and peace sound of sleep. To wake to the passion of the morning light, to feel your restless body next to mine, To hold your passion in my weary arms and kiss the back of your neck, To press y
Poetry
ALONE IN A CROWD
Poetry From Lady Aimee
Battle of Love
Poetry By Rw
Call to arms my brothers,Its time to sharpen those swords.Let us kill some others,and break their backs with boards.Call to arms my brothers,Its time to done our armour.Let us kill some others,Like the enemies farmer.Call to arms my brothers,Its time we wield our blades,Let us kill some others,Until the daylight fades.Call to arms my brothers,Its time to use our shields,Let us kill some others,And burn down all their fields.Call to arms my brothers,Its time we paid the price.Let us kill some others,For their blood will suffice.Call to arms my brothers,Let them hear our call.Let us kill some others,And watch as their castles fall.Call to arms my brothers,Its time we head on home.Let us leave these others,For there are none left to roam. Darkness closing all around,To hell my soul is being bound.I begin to feel the last heart beat,and soon death enters for me to meet.I'll welcome him into my home,and within his mind my words will roam.I'll weave a story of hurt and pain,of lovers lost wi
Poetry By Kiera Lathan
"Charade" [Prose That No One Knows] by Kiera Rose Lathan [Do Not Copy/Use/Steal/Ect Without Permission!]
Poetic Stuffs Or Things To Ponder..
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A rose that was slowly wilting away, Pedals that fluttered to the floor, The radiant ray slowly went astray, Anguish that penetrated to the core. Deprived from water to live, Slowly becoming nothing, Nothing left to give, The beautiful fragrance that once was pulsating, When the last thorn wilt, Suddenly something began to flourish, Things unknown begun to shift, Slowly the rose is nourish, The hand of a lover, A single red rose, Love to fully savor, By love it rose, Touched by this daily, Thorns become vibrant, You made me lovely, Ray can’t be silent, Without you I’m nothing, With you I’m everything, Depart from you I’m crying, With you I’m shining, I am the rose, You are the lover, You are my water, You are my life. Darkness engulfs me,No light to be seen,No sense of reason to be,Craving for death like a feign,You left with no notice,Taking my heart with you,My picture on life is out of focus, The words it will get easier becomes more untrue.Some say it
Poetry By Lori
Hidden DesiresNew day dawning.Wake up yawning.Feel it only deepening.No risk of it cheapening.Teasing banter.An enchanter.No words will ever expresswhat my heart longs to confess.
Poetry
Hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriendNo way, no way, I think you need a new oneHey, hey, you, you, I could be your girlfriendHey, hey, you, you, I know that you like meNo way, no way, you know it's not a secretHey, hey, you, you, I want to be your girlfriendYou're so fine, I want you mine, you're so deliciousI think about you all the time, you're so addictiveDon't you know what I can do to make you feel alright?Alright, alright, alrightDon't pretend, I think you know I'm preciousAnd so yeah, I'm a hey, hey princessI can tell you like me too and you know I'm rightI'm right, I'm right, I'm rightShe's like so whateverYou could do so much betterI think we should get together nowAnd that's what everybody?s talking aboutHey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriendNo way, no way, I think you need a new oneHey, hey, you, you, I could be your girlfriendHey, hey, you, you, I know that you like meNo way, no way, you know it?s not a secretHey, hey, you, you, I want to be your girlfr
Poetry
Poetry
I wake to a smile radiant as the sun Shining brightly through hilltop trees Eyes sparkling with a thousand diamonds I wonder what is in me that she sees
Poetry In Motion
The Poet And The Moon
Real like all the rays of the sun strong in in to the heart like a " bang " simply like you, my friend is your smile, wonderful like an holiday on the moon that take me force and make me a small far but at you ever near peice of your world. And when your smile, will become a cry remember about me and i will do with you and eyes in to the eyes will go again where is the rainbow at the end of the rayn
Poetry
~Have I~ Have I ever told you that if I sit really still and silent, sometimes. I like to think I can hear your heart beating in time with mine? Have I ever told you that when I watch you speak to me through lines and cords, and bytes and ram, I imagine your voice, whispering into my ear? Have I ever told you that I wait out each day in anticipation, wanting only an hour or two, just a second in space and time, to feel close to you? Have I ever told you that there has been times, when I ached for you, ached for you so badly, that the emotions overwhelmed me.. and so I sat and cried? Have I ever told you that sometimes, I will reach out, touching your name on this cold screen before me, wishing I could reach in and pull you to me? Have I ever told you that after the first time I heard the sound of your voice, thousands of miles away, I sat up all night, turning the conversation over and over in my mind, examining it, like some newly
Poetry And General Writings
I wish you could have seen my heart,The torment from with in pulling me apart,Demons for which I could not thwart,pushing away my guard never falling,Despite the fact you were calling,Overwhelmed and barely crawling,I hid in this place away from you,Alone I cried missing you,Regeting everything I did to you,Could you not hear the tremble in my voice?!,Did you not know I felt as though there was no other choice?!, Willingly I break your heart and my own,Discarding the only love I have ever known,Dying with in only beginning to grow,To late but only now can you understand?,My unwillingness to stretch out my hand,Emotionally crippled no longer could I stand.Do you really believe I left you bound and raped?,Lost in an illusion without escape?None of these did I create,In hearing this I am left shaken,Have you simply forgotten or merely mistaken,I know there was a time I wasnt there for you,But do you believe there was a time I didnt care for you,Now wishing there were so many things I woul
The Poetry Of Electricity
Desire Is A Tulip in Spring Heart grown tired and torn, forever find the echo, where desire born of dawn was new, green lawn, sunny,hot and delicious. Forever entreating, defy retreating, Love is worth the effort worn, For weeds grow in vapid sensation, Lush foliage loves conversation And true love is a tulip stem born, Waiting eternally without thorn, A bulb just waiting for Spring's soaking, Sun's warmth, and never forlorn. The Poetry of Electricity Look at his tenuous embroidery of cables essential-- interlocking engineered magenta transcendental poetry composed of orchid--tragically sentimental, Unpretentious uniqueness, gracefully conceived. In life unappreciated, in death perhaps a hero, Judge him not for lowly station b
Poetry
SEEING YOU IN MY MIND KNOWING WE'RE NO TOGETHER WISHING TO BE WITH YOU HAVING LOVE THAT LAST FOREVER YOU'LL ALWAYS HAVE A PLACE IN
Poetry By Wulf1367
UNTITLED: Yyou are the one who watched me, so you coud learn to see. I am the one that made you run so you would know how to breath. I am the darkness thathurt you to teach you pain. As i fly through your existence, you now know coldness. I tookyour shadow from the earth so you could not be seen, and i took your reflection frommirrors soyou would not know vanity. I am the bringer of death and you will wear me to the wedding. I am the one who steps on your soul as if it where in peices upon a tailersfloor. I am the one you hate most for letting you live. The sound of the pain i make you feel makes your own ears bleed. I once caught you dancing so i gave you your ,feet in a box. I once caught you tasting the pleasures of sweetness so i ripped out your tongue and made you swallow it. You now kneel before me and beg for death that will never come. You will now sit in perpetual sadness as i watch you suffer till the end of time. BY WULF1367
Poetry
The Oceans Swell then gleam Maize realist fells the seam Dark clouds weep the eyes Prisms the open see sighs A realm for which no end Occuring when lights bend Living aura when waves die Realist wakens; Dreamers fly
Poetry
I'm not always good with words,saying how I feel seems wrong.All I have ever wantedwas the one thing I could never have.One thing that was always denied me.I jumped in with both feet,when I should have used my head.Is it wrong for me to want things?Wrong to be selfish on occasion?Sometimes I act without thinking,I say things I regret,I hurt those around me.Perhaps I should leave well enough alone,not try to examine what I feel.Shut myself off as I have before.Part of me can't do this,part of me wants to yell and scream,to say yes! I have been done wrong.Yet part of me just wantsthat one little thing that I can't seem to find.When I do I am not sure how to dealI just want to be loved,I want it to be real.
Poetry
This first poem was just an an attempt to mix some imagry from watching a fall night sky (I do a lot of), and the feelings of breaking up. I've always wanted to expand on this one but haven't yet.
Poetry
LoveLove to me is like the morning dew clinging to the leaves of the liningtrees of a mossy brook. A beautiful, heavenly feeling, that lingers insilence, only to disappear at the warmth of the sun. It causes you to wantto experience it more and more, morning after morning, until it becomespart of you. Alone AgainYou said you would always love meYou were angered when I did not say itYou bought me flowers to show me you caredHeld me, kissed meAll during the time you "fell out of love" with meI loved you more than anythingI feel the fool for feeling soI thought you were true to meThat your love was eternalYou made me believe that it wasLove is blind, this is trueFor 14 years I believed in youI stood beside yousupported you in your lifeYou were my best friendThe one I felt connected toIn November and again in JuneI said I would wait for youYou asked me to do thisYet with no intentionsto give us a second chanceWhy did you do this to me?Why do you now act like you care?My heart has been bro
Poetry & Passions
Poetry!
I want to thank you for all you’ve done You raised us up, teaching us right from wrong You worked hard all the years to make ends meet And kept going through life even when you were beat You were strong with broad shoulders, you carried the load The times were hard and to all we owed Be we had each other to carry us through Your children who needed you You were always there no matter what Be strong never give up is what you taught If all seems to go wrong you will prevail For as long as there’s love you will not fail A home full of love is all we knew We all stuck together as long as there was you Yeah we fought like children as children do And said things to each other we know weren’t true Were all grown up now and to you we thank For each harsh word and the threat to spank You were hard on us and we now know why So the mother you have been so good and so strong Teaching us the difference between right and wrong We take this day to honor you, for mothers, as you are
Poetry
Everything Ive ever known
Poet And Didn't Know It
Poetry I Wrote
This is a poem I wrote and had published back in 2004. It was written on 1/22/04. I have others as well but I would have to look hard to find them. Its title: Broken (Shattered) Battered Bruised Used Abused Shattered Can you feel this? I can. Battered, Cruised, Used, Abused and Shattered. MEntally and Emotionally I'm not the same anymore. Mentally and Emotionally ripped, torn and worn. I look at you with scorn.
Poetry
Our Colors Never Run by Courtney Leigh Spruiell
Poetry
Gotta love being A.D.H.D!!! laying in bed staring at the ciling while your brain holds u hostage... things u thought were behind u, Come flooding back n ur doing everything in your power to keep from screaming ur head off and having the neighbers call the cops!!! I've already been in one mental asylum I don't need to go back at this time... even tho it was the best vacation I ever had!!! I just can't shake the feeling something is missing!?!?!? Something I am searching for... But then I tell myself it's nothing... No Need to worry myself... But yet it's eatting away at me like... A beaver eats wood!!! My mind won't let it go away... I wanna run my head into a brick wall!!! IDK what to do right now. I am slipping back into the slow and menicing madness!!! Maybe I can just sit here and drool on myself while I slip away!
Poetry And Shiz..
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Poetry
As silent as the wind blowsand as rare as it seems it showsI see the world as it isdancing and dangling among the rain asthe summer's sun attempts to comeThe rain is falling, nowall around meand somehowwithout reasonA smile crosses my facewhen I think of it;when I consider the power of itand when I look at the rainit tends to consume my thoughtsby it's playingRain falls constantly around me,penetrating and permeating secret placesthat trace the very essence of this mind I seek. With a smooth and unyielding bend,rain touches every part of mebreaking me downone moment at a timeleaving me with that naked feeling.C. S. Times
Poetry
Depression by William Hemig Your beauty intoxicates all you encounter,Yet you fail to notice,Your mind starts to wonder?You've had a rough time,Though now it is over,But yet you continue clinging to what is left over,And in doing this your depression grows deeper,Pulling you apart at the seams,Causing you to unravel and fall to you knees,Pondering desperately: "How much worse can it be? "To ease your mind of your terrible burden,You bargain with Satan (as if he cares),Giving you a release, in turn for your soul:That you believe tarnished and not worth much at all,When all of your friends have been with you till now,But here comes the crossroads up ahead,They give you a choice: "Stand tall or fall down."\You have your beauty and charm,Your intelligence and grace,Good friends and your health,What more does it take for you?
Poetry By Me (not Yours)
Just do what you do... I’ll leave you be... Just know you are breaking my heart that much you should see...Love who you wanna love... Why not look forward to change... It’s only my life and our children’s you will totally rearrange...Peace is out of my mind... Without you I see no stars... Heaven holds no regards!!!Without you in my life I’ll live on... I’ll want you all the time... And pray to god again one day you will be mine...So go on close your eyes and sleep... You just can’t care to see... How this is killing every piece of me... Pry me off you like the parasite I am... I’m just a clingy old devoted cancer... In your mind I’ve become nothing more than a monster...Take your life where you want to take it... I’ll follow mine to wherever it leads... Lost in darkness searching the seas...The muscle in my chest just a space... Nothing but a hole needing filled in... Half of my heart is yours I gave the other to my children...I lo
Poetry
Believe Love Dedicated to Luke...My Heart Everywhere I am there you areIn wishes I make on falling starsWhile passing a stranger on the streetWhose eyes I never fail to meetIt's the clothes that you wearAnd the smell of your skinIt's the songs I hear that remind me of thenIt's the smile on your faceAnd the words that you singIt's the way you make me laugh and How I love wondering what you are thinkingIt's the feeling I get when you call me babyAnd how your touch can make me lose my breathIt's you that I can't help but fall intoIt's the words that you softly speakIt's knowing in my heart thatI believe in youIt's the longing, the needing, feeling likeI can't live without you Author: Azria
Poetry
Poetry By Me
Shattered
Poetry
your words are nothing But poisonous lies Your eloquence enraptures me Your words enthrall thy soul Frequently you poison my mind, my body And my soul. Your aura is intolerable Your presence is shameful Thou reminds me of an odious palfrey You act if you are my prodigy With thy masked removed You’re nothing but thy fool. With one hand you hold a scythe And the other sword. A sacrifice for the sinner, a deep Torturing sense of guilt. Feeling sorrow and revenge You fall from grace Depraved of soul Resistant’s is weak. My little sinister how you bring harm Evil and misfortune Sulking around the shadows Grasping your evil deeds in your hands You fall deeper and deeper Becoming translucent and undeterred You've become unearthly Thriving in sin An insatiable, unsubdued thirst for pain On the verge of death You stumble into my court. I stand and watch as you wither into agony I step down and whisper into your ear As you slowly fade "I Always Loved You". Dreary smiles and anguished
Poetry
PLEASE READ THE FIRST COLUMN STRAIGHT DOWN FIRST, THEN RETURNTO THE TOP AN READ BOTHCOLUMNS TOETHER TO FULLY UNDER STAND THE MEANING OF THIS POEM THANK YOU......
Poetry Written By My Sexy Sinner
Wherever I go, whatever I see. Over ocean's unknown,you are always with me. Pure as the water, we float on this wave. On the breath of an angel, we'll fly away. Cold as the winter wind in the early morning. No one by my side to lift my heart from the depths of despair. Blind to the world around and fooled into thinking that surrounded by those that I know and love could keep me afloat. The absence that tears my heart is too great to suffer. Without my chosen by my side, I am alone and I'll never be home.
Poetry
I didn't want to let you into my heart, but somehow you snaked your way in. now like a bolt of lightening you are gone. You claim that I wasn't trying as hard, but I was you just couldn't see. The hell and the torture I went through because I wanted to be with you, you will never know. Now you have a new woman, a new life, and I honestly hope that you are happy because that is all I have ever wanted for you. At least you don't have to deal with my hurt, with my pain, knowing that yet another has stomped where no one should ever stomp. You claimed that you would never hurt me, never let me down. But you did, you changed and not for the better. You promised me the world and on a silver platter, I believed you, my heart told me I had to, but my head told me not to. I should have listened to my head because at least then I wouldn't be where I am today. I might actually be happy and be with someone that wanted to be with me. You say you are sorry, but I know that you
Poetry By Me
Poetry
I know we just met a short while ago. but i feel a strong connection to you. not just sexual but.. i guess you could say its as if i have found something special that was