Poetry
alot of things calm me down especially a knife thats a rusty brown slit slit slit is all u hear all u see is one fallen tear death shall come to those who care should i make it true and take that dare shit gets hard u try and act tough ur home life is rough lock ur self inside ur room droplets fall like bombs and go kaboom i guess its time to bring out ur lil friend its time to just let the pain begina and let everything else end alot of things calm me down especially a knife thats a rusty brown slit slit slit is all u hear all u see is one fallen tear death shall come to those who care should i make it true and take that dare ur lover dumped ur and ur really sad ur best friend fucked her and ur fucking mad thinkin ima kill that guy or maybe its my time to die pull out ur butterfly with old blood stains renimissing all ur old forgotin pain alot of things calm me down especially a knife thats a rusty brown slit slit slit is all u hear all u see is one fallen tear death sh

Poetry & Other Things
Morning breaks over the city As the sun emerges from the east, And blankets the world with warm rays of light. The streets are quiet and calm, for now. However, soon, they will be filled, Like every other day, with people trying to make a living Clawing and scraping, like a bunch of cats, To get ahead in the business world. Each morning the city turns from a silent lamb Into a roaring lion, fierce and raging. Some of us, however, are fortunate enough Not to be caught up in the cruel business world. We go on through our lives, each trying to decide How we will live and love. Searching through the great sea of emotions Looking for that special someone to walk into our lives. I sit alone in this park, a happy break from the city life, Scanning the horizon, absorbing all of nature’s beauty around me. The air is crisp and cool, almost like autumn, The trees sway side to side, gracefully and peacefully, As the wind dances through them and then moves on to another forest.

Poetry
You thought everything was over when he left you. You thought that the world was coming to an end 'cause he left you. You cried and cried until there was no more tears left to cry with. But when hope seems lost somthing happened, something you thought was not going to happened did occur, he came back to you. And you started crying again but not with sadness but with happiness. But how can you cry if you don't have no more tears to cry with. You shed all your tears when he left you. Is it with the tears of your heart that you are crying with? Well now that he is back into your life, you no longer think that everything is over. And that the world is coming to an end. Now you know that evertything is ok and that he is always there for you. Since I let you get away I've been thinking, I've been thinking why did I ever liked you. Since I let you get away I've be

Poetry
The things that I feel when I tell you to go makes me want to die The look on your face, the tone in your voice the way you let out a sigh I want you with me till dawn comes upon us listless in our dream Together in heaven this night that will pass us quiet and serene But my heart belongs to another so ture and to that I can't deny And when she returns and climbs into bed to her I cannot lie So off I will send you with downtrodden heart another day will rise And you'll live out your life as I will do mine with sadness in disguise Till next time you see me I will think of you those stolen moments shared Until you're here with me your body with mine passionate kisses dared Goodnight my sweet lover I'm sorry you go with feelings bittersweet Know that my heart breaks too as you're leaving until the next we meet. A lonely veil of sadness comes within the chilling rain Bringing to the surface now a churning, seething pain Now cloudy eyes do try to see through tears o

Poetry And Writings
Have you ever felt so strongly about a person, thing, or idea just after a short period of time yet you still are in the dark? Have you ever had a short glimpse into someone's eyes and in that instance you can see and feel their soul? Have you ever thought you were amongst a love so strong that it could tear you apart just with one touch? Have you ever leaped into your future so quickly that it fell on you without warning? Have you ever fanticized about an idea of love that the real thing passed you by? Have things beyond your control ever blinded you from feeling anything...anything at all? Have you ever been so lonely that you tremble with joy at the idea that someone shows interest? Have you ever been so scared of your own footsteps that you would rather stand still then take a leap of faith? Have you ever felt a drop of passion land on your shoulder? Have your tears ever been so thick that you feel like you are in a caccoon and no one can see you? Have

Poetry And Writing
The eve the moon died I mourned and I cried For the loss of it's beautiful light The stars shined fierce Could not wane, could not pierce The gloom of that moonless night Who could have thought That I would be so wrought As that satellite sank into the sea When a fortnight had past I was amazing and yet aghast As she appeared once again to me. How can I express These thoughts of unrest I choke and I drown Cast ever and always down Into this pit where I fall No one to hear me call Broken here I lie To myself, don't know why I can't shake this shame No one else to blame Saved for no another Just the keeper of my brother Put me upon the alter A repent for the falter With the dawn comes the sun Kiss the flames, and I'm done. The sun drowns in the sea and stains the sky crimson As moonlight now becomes the light to rule the evening Skeletal remains lie black and charred amongst the ashes Slowly the inferno is resurected from pyramid stacked bodies Impaled

Poetry
YOU'RE NOT AS HOT AS YOU THINK YOU ARE ! YOU SIT THERE ACTING AS IF EVERY WOMAN IN THIS WHOLE WIDE WORLD WANTS YOU. YOU TALK LIKE YOU'RE GOD'S GIFT TO WOMEN, YET EVEN THROUGH YOUR RUGGED GOOD LOOKS, YOUR WICKEDLY BOYISH GRIN, AND NICE BODY YOUR SUPERIOR INTELLIGENCE, AND CHARM YOUR ATTITUDE, AND THE WAY YOU CHOOSE TO HURT ME SHOWS THAT YOU'RE NOT AS HOT AS YOU THINK YOU ARE ! FOR IF YOU WERE YOU WOULD HAVE COMPASSION, AND YOU'LD BE ABLE TO LOOK BEYOND YOUR OWN SELFISH WANTS, NEEDS, AND DESIRES, YOU'LD BE ABLE TO SEE THAT I DON'T LOVE YOU FOR WHAT'S IN YOUR PANTS, AND THAT YOUR COCKINESS IS HURTING SOMEONE THAT YOU CLAIM YOU'VE LOVED SINCE YOU WERE BABY SAT BY ME. DO YOU UNDERSTAND WITH THAT SUPERIOR INTELLIGENCE THAT EVEN AS MUCH AS I LOVE YOU. EVENTUALLY YOU'LL HAVE HUR

Poetry
The Feelings That I Have For You Can Not Be Said Or Felt So True Until I Gaze Into Those Deep Brown Eyes And See My Feelings From Inside With you I Feel There Are No Chains My Soul Is Free To Soar Again And Leave Behind That Karmic Debt That I once Had Before We Met. I Feel Our Souls Are Intertwined My Feelings Clear To Read Your Mind How Can I Tell You How I Feel And Show You That Those Thoughts Are Real I See Us In My Dreams At Night Talking By The Candlelight While Holding You In My Arms So Tight To Kiss Your Lips And Say Goodnight So Why Then If The Feelings True Can I Not Say That I Love You. The Feel of your skin against my hands Makes me quiver with anticipation I need to have all of you Bring you to the edge That spiritual union of two souls lost in each others body The things I would do to you can't be explained You'll have to wait and see, and trust It is all about you My greatest joy would be taking you there To that point, no thoughts in

Poetry
Sunrise To be uplifted To feel inspired Chase the moon, The hearts desires When storm clouds gloom I'll dance in raindrops See the majesty Of the mountain tops To laugh, to dream, to hope and cry And do it all, no questions why Arms and mind open Embrace the world in And with the rise of the sun Each day, chase life again Wraped in a familiarity No sleep Overdrive mentality I want to.... In the sands of the beach, edge of the waves Stretch my mind and spirit Or....cool grass on bare skin And by the licking tongue of fire to the limit Release Become

Poetry
well I think i finished this one. I dont normally ask for input but i feel theres something missing from it, but i cant put my finger on it. leave me a message and let me know what you think..... I personally dont think its one of my better ones but my mind is Mush! thankx and hope you like it! Dianne ~~~~~ Untitled~~~~~~~ If i told u i loved u .. what would u say? If i told u i couldnt live without u .. would u stay? i dont know how to tell you just what i want to say, i love you seems so simple and over used each day I know our time will come and we will both have to say what exactly we feel in our own special way I long to be in your arms and i long to hear you say What exactly is in you heart and why you feel that way. AS THE LOVE TURNS TO HATE~~> as the love turns to pain the pain turns to hate and someones heart breaks she misses him even though their chances were slim she enters the place where they first met where she just sets and waits t

Poetry By Me
Hopelessly sinking down in to a hole, wondering what has happened to my soul. So scared and alone, lost and shaken, chilled to the bone. Living nightmares that never seem to fade away, fears and scars concealed from those I cherish most, terrified to share what bothers me the most. Endlessly searching for what I never seem to find, constantly wondering what is always hidden in the back of my mind. Never truly knowing what I feel in my soul, tired of the lies that help me stay in control. Afraid to loose it all and fade away, trying so hard to live for another day. Memories that haunt a troubled mind, shoved away to deal with at another time. Flooding over in to what was once a happy soul. Now I am left drowning striving to regain control. Lost and broken from within, torn and scattered fighting not to give in. Praying I find a way to escape my pain and fears. Hoping to find peace and a place where I don’t have to hide my tears. Where my soul is free to soar, and my feelings ar

Poetry And Prose.
Silence The young fight you with all their might… With imaginary worlds, With showdowns at noon, With parties of tea and cookies… And as we grow we run to you... Depend on you…. Crave every second of you… In what moment do you change from dreaded boredom to peaceful respite? When do we begin to see you as something we have far too little of? Time is the answer to this and all things… Time wears on the soul of man and woman alike… As the gentle water will tear through the hardest of rock Time shows us our imperfections unceasingly, unerringly, and unmercifully… You are the brief moment between the tears, You are the precious minutes we take to see ourselves, You are the few hours away from our obligations to others, You are the eternity we face once we are gone. We begin hating you because we begin with no past, no pain, and no self We end loving you to forget these same things… You are our enemy transcended to our savior Silence, thy mome

Poetry By Me
Dedicated to My Jared 0ct. 6th, 2006 (C) KarinRochelle I never thought it coud happen like this Never thought I would get just one kiss And now with you I see what I missed And I will never let this feeling go... You are my amazing You are my happinenss You are my everything My one and only Never before had I thought That God could give me such alot of blessing.... You are my Amazing! So much time that had gone by And I never thought I would ever see you again But then came the *when* And I will never never let us end You are my amazing You are my happinenss You are my everything My one and only Never before had I thought That God could give me such alot of blessing.... You are my Amazing! *Hand in hand Side by side We'll make it through All our days We will never see a day When we cant weather a storm together ***first of all: DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ ABOUT MY FAITH. i do not preach at people. i am letting you kn

Poetry
beauty seems to pass me as permanent as the smoke that dances from my lips to transparent air... i've always wanted to fall in love with my world on fire... the flames engulfing the two of us... an inferno that includes no one else. the smoke fogs our eyes to the rest of the population... the burning runs so deep we scar each each other. i want to brand you with my affection, sear myself in your flesh with such a passion that there is no other heart in the world of which you want to be an object. i want to strike your soul with an energy unmatched by any woman, let the match smolder in your ears so i can be the only one that calls your name. i want YOU, i want you there with me to watch the flare that was once the earth melt away before our witness... be left standing alone, just you and I, to ignite what's left, the only part of life to value... an unbridled passion that kindles the best parts of us. heels click across a busy intersection... i

Poetry
Shell A small shadow there I see Refusing to be seen Twisted like a knot in her shell Hiding herself all too well. But in her eyes I peek What others refuse to see A beautiful soul I find Tough in heart, strong in mind. At times she struggles to cover it up Her experiences have made her tough But when I look there’s a lot to see So much being said without speech Maybe she has lost her way On that road traveled so infrequently While walking to this unknown place A piece of her is lost in this place. I wonder now Can I help her reclaim Some of her inner prosperity? Perhaps in time All will be fine Desire and perseverance could be the key. Again in her shell covered up Distrustful thoughts run about In my own way I give her love, tenderly and internally It’s all I have and the best I can be A true dear friend There to help her make it in the end Hold Me until i fear no more Hold Me just because Hold Me when i fall Hold Me until i stop crying Hold Me unti

Poetry
Grandma... Dear Grandma, have I told you today I love you. have I told you, you mean the world to me. Dear Grandma, remember when, everything was fun exciteing, the world was our play ground. Dear grandma, Life has changed, some for the good some for the bad, but never my love for you. Dear Grandma, you were there through the dark, my beaken of light, my encourageing word. Dear Grandma, my heart aches, my tears fall, my mind races, and you wipe my tears and tell me its going to be okay. Dear Grandma, I miss you, where have you gone, where is my encourageing word for the day.... Dear Grandma, rest, be happy, watch over me from above, Dear Grandma, for ever in my heart, for ever in my thoughts, for ever my grandma. Dear Grandma, where did you go, I need you, my heart breaks..... Dear God, watch over my beloved grandmother, care for her, and help her know, we all love her so... by Kathryn B. Brown added notes>>>>> Death is a part of lif

The Poetslounge
This is a little something I wrote while in college... LOVE LOVE is the color of a Purple BMW M6 racing down I-71... LOVE taste like Hawaiian Sundae ice cream on a Cool spring day... LOVE sounds like my Children playing freeze tag together without fighting... LOVE feels like my Children hugging me just because they want to... LOVE smells like British Sterling colonge on the one I let get away... Seduce my mind with intelligence.. Find my soul with love... And I`m yours forever. DAYS Copyright 8/10/2003 at 5:10 AM by JOE FRESH...Who is a very very very best friend of mine...you have stuck with me during my worst of times...Hey when you get a chance...view his spot...*joefresh* one day i woke up. one day i woke up to realize you were gone. one day you werent there anymore. all day i blamed myself. everyday i thought `what did i do?. then my days turned into nights. when i dreamed. then nights into days. then i had daydreams. th

Poetry... By Me
They hit us hard, We hit are knees harder. They took the two from us, We took two from them. They made us cry, We made them cry harder. They will take and take, but they will never take my freedom away from me. Copyrighted from www.poetry.com Fire by gas. Sex by marriage. Blood by pain. Sleep by work. Hate by hater. Love by hearts. Hidden feelings by open dreams. Fights by liars. Copyrighted from www.poetry.com On the eve of love my love gave to me a world of no hate On the eve of love my love gave to me a powerful ring On the eve of love my love gave to me a heart of no limits On the eve of love my love gave to me a family of good deeds On the eve of love my love gave to me a golden reminder On the eve of love my love gave to me a a field of open dreams On the eve of love my love gave to me a candle-lite dinner On the eve of love my love gave to me a dozens red rose from the heart On the eve of love my love gave to me a a promise

Poetry
A Journey A journey of the mind, the body, of the soul, A means of discovery, to find yourself, For a road shall be present but with several paths, Choose your path without fear of mistake. A journey of the mind is to be thoughtful, A means to enlighten your self, To be knowledgeable and careful, Yet to be free to walk by your own strength. A journey of the body is to be strong, A means of building yourself in strength, To be broken down and rebuilt from within, A way to become the force behind your thought. A journey of the soul is to find peace, A means to become one with yourself, For you to become the bearer of your person, To carry your emotions for all of yourself. It is a journey of your equal, A search to find your companion, A desire to be complete, to have your heart filled, This journey is to become all that you wish for. This journey is like the stars, For solitude may wear on the patient as well, Like the shooting star you make your final journey,

The Poetslounge2
"NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER THAT YOU HAVE..TO DO WHAT YOU WANT".. Life is what you make it..Love is what you feel..Peace is what you have..Happiness is a combination of all of these..for one cannot survive without the others.. "NEVER LET SOMEONES OPINION OF YOU DETERMINE YOUR DESTINY" If you stand for nothing..you`ll take anything Stand up for what you believe in...no matter how Unconventional it may be.

Poetry
How Dare You ... How dare you look at me the way you do, with wide, gleaming eyes filled with wantoness and shadowed dark with subtle beckoning. How dare you move the way you do, all smooth muscle and taut sinew. How dare you lure my senses, smelling of sweet earth, rain and cloves. How dare you make me hunger, with bitten, bruised lips, placing the taste of your need into my mouth. How dare you bind and gird yourself with metal and leather, making soft unyeilding flesh swell and strain within it's confines. How dare you offer yourself to me, like a jewel laid upon a velvet cloth, the radiant essence of your loins, spilling forth like treasure from it's coffers. How dare you think that I control you, take you, possess you. When it is you who overpowers me, wielding your body like a weapon, weakening me and in your final stroke bringing me to my knees. These words from me to you, They come before your eyes, Seen and read by you, Allowing you to see me, As I am

Poetry ¢¾
the scars that no one sees the scars she always leaves the way she cries her self to sleep the feelings far too deep yet you dont give a fuck and youve made that pretty clear none of us were good enough so daddy wasn't there and it all gets shoved in my face i hate you more and more each day because the more i learn, the more im sick and ive got nothing left to say i wish you wouldnt call and i wish youd just leave me alone im not good enough for anyone no, im just a little stone you can dig with your little shoe farther into the ground the less you care the more i cry nobody understands how could they, when i cant even find myself lost in my minds demands i have no more control and nothing left to hold onto im to the point where i hate waking up and i have nothing else to do im selfish, and im wrong but who could blame the girl for wishing her dad would be there for her but hes only fucked up her entire world while you sit there emptying bottles do you

Poetry
Never give up on what you believe For no matter what you shall achieve Sure you may falter and stumble At times the weight of the world may get to heavy and you may begin to crumble Pick yourselve up and trudge onward Never lose sight of what you are striving for For when one door slams shut another opens Never give up the fight That may lead you into the darkness of the darkest abyss For i'll lend you a rope Leading towards the light Never lose faith in what you believe in Never succumb to the pain and anger you feel within For you have a voice You have a choice Reach out your hand To someone whom will understand Never lose sight of your goals or your dreams No matter how hard it may feel For your friends will always help you to heal Just believe You're sure to achieve Anything you set your mind to Stigmatized All my life i've been stigmatized For my mental health Criticized for my lack of wealth Scru

Poetry
"Those Seeds" Once my grandma told me, a story about her life. How she became a woman, and how she became a wife. She said it wasn't easy, and times weren't always good. She might regret a few things, but she did the best she could. She told me that the best thing, you could give your child, was to teach them independence, so they could go the mile. Now that I'm a mother, I think about what she said. And I never will forget, those seeds planted in my head. A. Pilley © 2005 All Rights Reserved "Glistening Waters" At the edge of the glistening waters, she sits, and gazes at the simple beauty. Each small wave sparkling, as the breeze moves.... each and every glistening rainbow of light. She thinks then, if she were a glimmering, starry eyed, soft undulation of water, would she glisten so bright with brilliance? The radiance of a thousand stars, the wonder of a million souls. Would she, if only for a moment; shine as luminous as thee? A. Pille

Poetry
At night when i close my eyes I see you, your there beside me, my dreams come true, you smile as you take me in your embrace, I pray I never wake up from this place magic with your hands makes my body quiver On the verge of climax my, my body shivers I wrap around it and hold on tight you pull my hair this feels so right Your manhood fills me with such extacy As we become one i cry don't let go of me We soar high where only lovers dare go I beg faster faster, then plead go slow Take me completely I want to be part of you Fill me the way only you can do I scream you name like candy on my lips As I come to, I grin treasure my secret trips when i think of the past tears start to flow, i've tried to set you free but my heart won't let you go, i've tried to forget all that we shared, i've even tried to pretend i never cared, my heart doesn't play the fool, deep down under all the deception it knows it loves you If I could promise anything, I'd promise my heart to you

Poetry
i am a girl that will love you for who you are, i am a girl who will want to fix your fav meal to see you smile, i am a girl who will want to do the things you want to do and enjoy it, i am a girl who would hold you just to keep you close, i am a girl who will tickle you just to hear you laugh, i am a girl that likes to shop for you when i go shoppin, i am a girl who doesnt care how much money you have or what car you drive, i am a girl tha thinks your hott even when your all hot and sweaty, i am a girl that does not want gifts just the love and respect in return, i am a girl that would call you in the morning just to say "have a great day" i am a girl that would bring you your lunch when your too busy to get your won, i am a girl that doesnt care what other people think of you, i am a girl that will always trust you until that trust is violated, i am a girl who wants to be loved the same in return. these are my treasures kept apart, cradled in velvet in my heart graven

Poetry
I remember back then when i couldn't tell the truth but now i can say i am a true man. it was sad when i told my friends i had a 9 to 5 job, but in reality my job was going to the grocery market packing bags. I finally told my friends what i was doing to help my mother to help around, i told them i pack bags, and from that day to my friends i bacame the man. when my father wasn't around i used to not obey my mother because i refused to listen to her due to my father not being around. my pops left home when i was 9 or 10years old, i cried, lie, and sold my own soul. My brother and sister was trying to be a role model by trying to protect me, but i was in the fast to death lane trying to sell that crack,also cutting school to chill with my dudes acting rude. my parents found out and i was grounded and stripped of my activities i normally do. through all my years,sweat,blood, and tears working from 12yrs and up i still became a true man and never gave up. I love my son as well as my wife

Poetry (dont Steal My Sh*t!)
She lays there wide away, watching the shadows dance along the walls. Listening to the wind racing through the leaves. Tired, yet, can’t seem to fall asleep. The moment she lays her head on the pillow, burdens fill her mind, washing away any feeling of sleep. What can she do to fix things? Every attempt is shattered by yet another trail. Why is she being pushed? No, not pushed, it’s now turned into shove. But why? Has she made so many mistakes in her life that she is no longer able to keep a grasp on anything? In turn, her indecisive mind driving her crazy. One burden running through her mind as another races to keep up. Sleep deprivation is slowly but surely taking a toll on her. She is left tossing and turning like waves crashing on a rocky shore. Worrying herself sick and wearying herself down til sleep succumbs her. Moments stolen no one can get back as if you can rewind to that one second to redo where you might have lacked to fix the damages that aren’t easy to f

Poetry
Graveyard Suicide © By Freddie Simmering I walked through the local cemetery last night It was so quiet, everyone was at peace I felt so welcome, so at home there among the deceased I begun thinking, why do I continue on why do I inhale even one more breath when all I dream of is the eternal slumber that can only be brought about by death Grief and pain are the only inhabitants of a soul which would otherwise be an empty space Was it time for the end? This was the choice which I faced After all, everyday is merely a continuation of the one which preceded it There have ben times when I felt slightly hopeful but there was never any hope when I most needed it And there is little I wish to recall the years are wrought with sadness I've lost my mind, a million times but I always find it again within madness As my heart has drifted along I knew it could not stay afloat with each day that passed I felt it sink deeper in misery's boat So there, amongst t

Poetry
Fait Accompli | Mar 7 2006 1:36pm Charcoal silk whispers tenderly, Skin caressed by it's cool gossamer threads, Emerald eyes closing in graceful pleasure, Her heart beats in expected revelry. Charcoal threads tighten convulsively, A moment of fear races through her mind, Nude and vulnerable she lies in wait, Silence, deafening, breathing unsteady. She feels his warmth, with its silent plea, Whispers in the darknenss as shadows fall, The sweet smell of jasmine dances to her, A cold breeze, she shivers uncomfortably. A promise of trust and love given free, Silver glinting as candlelight flickers, Titilating the pale ivory flesh, Leaving striations that become rosy. Ensiform steel caresses gently, As memories are lovingly replaced, Tears well up and are quickly kissed away, Her fears are now conquered, fait accompli. The blade reaching deeper leaving a line of deep ruby. A cry of suprise, her eyes seek his, Seeing love staring back, accepting fate, T

Poetry
I see you smile, when I speak I see the love swell in your eyes When I step silently from the shadows I feel your heart race As I take you in my arms My body stiffens at your touch You lay your head upon My chest and let your hair fall You listen to my heart and You hear it say...I love you To which your heart Answers the same...I love you You whisper my name...Danny I whisper yours ...Sascha You are My childe, My Lover, My Wife My Sascha Copyright © 2001 LordDarkPrince This was written in 2001 when Sascha and I were together. She remains a dear friend and still holds a special place in my heart. Best of luck to you and your new love, Sascha. My blessings to the both of you for a long and happy life together. Friends are special to have They are loving and caring They are beautiful Both inside and out Friends keep your secrets They know how to cheer You up when your down Friends listen when You need to talk They help you through a problem They

Poetic Writings Of Summer Fry
It's hard to imagine Life without This angel by our side I wonder if she sees our love Does she know how much we've ried God, it's so hard To let go of This woman we love so much We know she's still with us In the spiritual sense But we long for one more touch Her hands have dried so many tears We sure could use them now We're all trying to be strong But sometimes we don't know how This woman meant the entire world To each person in this place And I know I'd give my very last breath For one more look at her smiling face My grandma was an angel On loan from above She gave us pearls of wisdom And disciplined us with love Her memories we'll all cherish They are locked within our hearts And we'll continue to smile through each day Though our world just fell apart My grandma's singing with angels now And though her body didnt give her the chance I know when I meet her there on high I'll get to see Grandma dance. ~Summer R. Fry 11/18/2003 In loving memory o

Poetry & Prose
I am the wild wind blowing let loose upon the plains over, around mountains rolling sea and land alike My breath exudes and flows through Every whiff an puff finds a course all its own No need to wish for it I know I'll find my way to every open space and from there which to spy There is no place you have been that I cannot follow chances are, thats one i have already been Over sands and waves blowing all trace away of souls long passed but now contained herein So many days ive wandered many trips taken as well stumbled down darkened roads skirted the gates of hell after all that ive done i felt empty inside devoid of self worth severely lacking in pride I Dont want to be Nothing without you I just want to be Something under your shoe I was becoming nothing drifting on winds of remorse for things never done making all things worse needing guidance that you promised me help me find my way to what i know i can be ______

Poetry
Somewhere lost in time This heart of mine Lost in a world Sorrow, misery Pain Lost in a world Feelings, heart Broken Grinding, stomping Torture to my heart Pulling, shooting dropping Pain to my heart Tears, blinding Losing you Pain, lost Feelings, gone Torn between two loves Lost in a maze with no way out Try as I might there is no right Try as I may there is no way This feeling I have is tearing me in two Please tell me What should i do Cant fight it no more Want this pain to end I ask my self why you hurt me but then I realize theres no one to blame except me I was the one that broke our vow I was the one lost your trust Im sorry now for all that i have done You have moved on and it hurts me still Ill get over it in time i suppose I have moved on too I love her with all my heart and soul I never want to lose her love Together forever we shall be She is my Angel sent from above She is the light that guides my w

Poetry
This is for those of you who have read my poem about Sebastian and maybe wondered who he is! (this is the part where you all think I'm crazy!) Ok - here goes...... Some 6 and a half years ago, I was living in Scotland with my boyfriend. I had sold almost everything I had, left all my friends and family behind and thought that I was moving on to greener pastures. The first few months were great, I got a new job, met some super people and really felt at home. I lived near a town called Turriff, but where I lived was actually very very rural and we had no near neighbours (Mal - you'll know what I mean here!). Anyway, eventually I made a friend in a girl called Sarah, who was totally funny and bonkers, and although she was a few years younger than me, we got on great. We started to spend more time together; shopping, going to the gym, girly stuff y'know? Anyway, my bf started getting really edgy about it, and without realising it I had already vertually lost contact with my best f

Poetry
If I could catch a rainbow I would do it just for you And share with you it’s beauty On the days you’re feeling blue. If I could I’d build a mountain You could call your very own A place to find serenity A place to be alone. If I could take your troubles I would toss them in the Sea But all these things I’m finding Are impossible for me. I cannot build a mountain Or catch a rainbow fair But let me be what I know best A friend that’s always there Somewhere deep in the forest of greens, The fairy spins his webs from dreams And the wizards cast their solemn spells, There quietly about the magick dwells Its beyond the mirrored images or so it would seem, Though its above and below and in the spaces in-between. But you'll never really see the old truths here beheld Or feel the forgotten pain of an old tree felled You'll never really see if you cant find your way The path is clear now but wont be someday So then you'll be left with

Poetry
Reflections, Just a lie painted with the resemblence of the person I long to be. She is not my mirror image. Not but a shell, a fragment of who I really am. Just a false apparition who appears when reality is to sour. When I see her in the shattered image of myself. I long for green eyes to see me. for olive skin to embrace me. How could I bring her here? How could she teach me to smile? Could she ever understand who she really is, deep in this abyss? Two sides of the same mirror. Silvers and blacks, melding into one image that never made any sense to those who surround her. There was once one, who knew her who bore her spirit, who shared my indifference. Who created her and I as a whole Identity. Who understood. He left with the whispers of the fall. taking the binds that held her and I as one. shattering the looking glass and leaving us to seperate the realities. I am left to wander the darkenss which engulfs the rooms which he once filled.

Poetry
I don't think you will ever fully understand how you've touched my life and made me who I am. I don't think you could ever know just how truly special you are that even on the darkest nights you are my brightest star. I don't think you will ever fully comprehend how you've made my dreams come true or how you've opened my heart to love and the wonders it can do. You've allowed me to experience something very hard to find unconditional love that exists in my body, soul, and mind. I don't think you could ever feel all the love I have to give and I'm sure you'll never realize you've been my will to live. You are an amazing person For you I would climb The highest mountain peak Swim the deepest ocean Your love I do seek. For you I would cross The rivers most wide Walk the hottest desert sand To have you by my side. For you are the one Who makes me whole You've captured my heart And touched my soul. For you are the one That stepped out of my d

Poetry
I breathe. I am. I taste blood. Once I come back, there's no hope to stop me. Prophecy. Malignancy. Kindred, she and I. The pulse, the bait. The rampant desire. Fire back in my eyes. Unscripted and raw. I draw from this soil. From your sickness. Scream so I know you're still with me. To each their own. No preaching here. Just blood and sand. Skin under my nails. A rift, a smile, a scent. A tie. It's all coming together. insufficient, ill-advised, tarnished, beaten, fear-filled eyes.   I apologized with my mouth but nothing else..... as is my way.     To have loved and lost is better then to have... Lies.  

Poetry By Me
Born from motes of light stuff, dust from stars in space, given form and focus, a place, a name and face, we erupt into this body, from energy (or soul), full of life's intentions, both new and aeons old. With all our newest methods, we still wander seeking grace, enshrouded from our purpose, questioning our place. So we seek the answers inwards, in our vast subconscious lakes, For all our search remaining, mysterious; opaque. The firelight will change you across the gulf of night, It moves within your vision, It casts a secret light. By the time that it is morning, you wont recall a thing except a dream of dancing figures twisting in a ring. Awake from dusk to dawn again, a sacrifice of rest, give yourself to the ancient ones, the darkness knows the best. Dance and sing, an endless world of mystery. Dance in a ring, shapeshifting your history. What shines the light of harvest time; our sacred moon's embrace, Her glowing kiss, and silvery

Poetry
Alive? My mind is screaming to my brain Let loose and join the birds I've pushed too far I cannot try But attempt I must indeed New depths come to my strength Compassion won't let me pass The head is numb and legs gone weak Now breath comes once again Come hold me in your arms my friend Slow down my racing heart Confirm my shaken grip on life Our loves that cannot touch I just received a profile comment that implied that chocolate is the way to a womans heart.. I thought about this and wondered. Yes but which chocolates? the fattening ones? or the diet one? Regular or Diabetic? Fair trade or standard commercial? Dark or milk chocolate? hard or soft centres? do you have a nut allergy? is the box big enough? I promise you it really isn't that simple on product basis. Then there is the making sure that everything is transparent so that when you think Why has he given me chocolates? What has he done? is he doing? who is he doing etc etc etc it is obvious that no

Poetry
I do believe life contains infinite possibilities, as inumerable as the array of stars in the midnight sky. My life,and yourlife,have special glittering places in this world, reflecting unlimited potential. author;Lynne Gerard DESERT TEST---ANOTHER JUST FOR FUN Dessert Test No cheating. If all of the desserts listed below were sitting in front of you, which would you choose? Pick your dessert, and then look to see what psychiatrists think about you! After taking this dessert personality test, send this e-mail on to others, but when you do, be sure to put YOUR choice of dessert in the comments section below. Sorry you can only pick one. Angel Food Cake Brownies Lemon Meringue Pie Vanilla Cake with Chocolate Icing Strawberry Short Cake Chocolate Icing on Chocolate Cake Ice Cream Carrot Cake NO. You can't change your mind once you scroll down, so think carefully what your choice will be! OK - Now that you've made you

Poetry
People don't know exactly what it is about me They don't understand what I want to be Nobody knows the truth or why I do the things I do But one person does and that person is you You are the only person I know that is always by my side You helped me through hard times when I almost cried When I felt alone with out any hope You gave me a smile and the strength to cope You've been there for me more than I can say You're my guardian angel in your own special way You can take everything bad and turn it to good Just because if it was you, you know that I would If there ever was a shadow covering my light I could count on you to help me see right You're the only person who truly knows me You're the only person who respects what they see Up somewhere in the distance I see a man so old all his life's' belongings he lost long ago or sold. As years passed by, he waited for his future to unfold, Now bitterness consumes him and his hopes have all grown cold Family ca

Poetry
Poetry Current mood: amused Category: Writing and Poetry Ok so years ago I fancied myself the poet having written 79 horrible little poems that I should never torment anyone with. All that writing with in the span of one summer in 1994. That being said I did write one that I was proud of and seems may be lost forever. I tried logging on to poetry.com today to see if I had ever infact submitted it alas no "symphony of Sorrow". However to my suprise I did find another poem atached to my e-mail adress and log on this one being copywritten this year! Though I do not remember this one I am including it here. The Pain of Love With love there is pain pain that is thicker than bones and flesh you can't touch it or see it the only thing you can see is the expressionon my face as the tears run down my face as the expressions run through my mind anger, sorrow, and pain as I sit there with you in my arms hoping, wishing, and praying Sean Williams Copyright ©

Poetry My Passion
I've been out of here for sometime due to fucked shit happening in life, hubby playing I like u I take it back wars and its driving me insane. Wish I could just get things right so I'm sorry havn't been on and off and hopes to get it back to gether again now. Sorry for incoveince people. Have great days I look down on the treasure the peace that I have found Oh my gosh he likes me tender and enjoys the same firm ground Tonight I want to please you from your toes up to your eyes You make my inner nympho fucking grateful for that So thank you for coming to my house and apart of my life I even have permission to keep the friendship that I found

Poetry
Its now a year that you've been gone. In my heart your memory goes on. Not an hour goes by that you're not missed. Its been too long since my forehead you kissed. I think about you everyday, Still waiting for time to take my heartache away. 53 is much too young. You were only on life's middle rung. Why you had to leave me is still a mystery, But your life will always be part of my history. Honesty, Integrity, Honor and Family... These are all things you taught me. Daily I struggle with making the right choice, I really miss the sound of your voice... Telling me your ideas, opinions and such, God, I never imagined I could miss someone so much. You taught me how to love by loving me unconditionally, Now that you are gone, I wonder if anyone loves me for me. You showed me how to trust, over and over again, Never allowing myself to turn my back on a friend. I'm struggling, Dad, with my everyday life. Most days I'm not sure I can handle the

Poetry
Without a name, unspoken, untold My lips will give no token My heart is broken Braced and framed In my deepest shame Love lost, to blame I cradle in my arms My only hope for sunshine These sands, this grain Filtering through my hands Broken shards Duck taped and stapled I see all these faces Smiling and laughing But the words that they speak Are very lacking Not in skill Nor in vigor But happiness And content I see those same happy faces Turn upside down In unsatisfaction Their frowns keep falling When tears hit the ground Though I want to hold them And tell them its all right I know its better not to Because they are lost in the night All they need is a little love But they look in the wrong places Sex Drugs And Alcohol Are their only embraces You're the epitome, my darling My days grow dull My life grows somber My eyes grow tired Seeing your reflection in each tear Makes me long for you My love for you-though there is no poetic justi

Poetry
Passionate And Unforgettable Dreams As I sit there, thinking, someone comes towards me and grabs my hand. Frightened, I jerk back; But he assures me that he is here to help me and love me. He begins to caress my neck, my shoulders, my back; And I give in to his orgasmic touch - And I trust him, though I have only just met him. And I touch him, his soft, silky skin, caressing him. Still sitting there, he wraps his arms around me and holds me for hours on end - And he tells me he cares, something never before heard by this lonely heart. Now, as we lay there on the beach, underneath the stars, his soft, sensuous lips touch mine. And I give myself to him, as we make love beneath the stars. And our hearts, minds, bodies, and souls entwine. He knows my every need, fantasy, desire - And he fulfills and satisfies each one of these as I have only dreamed. Now as we lie there, the sun begins to rise. It is not just a new day, but a new beginning as

Poetry
Caught between the strings of life Cutting deep like a jagged knife Listening to the sounds of a beautiful melody Thinking as if it were only yesterday Knowing it must have only been lies You hear the thoughts as the child cries Weeping deep and sighing low Is it a friend or just another foe? Thinking of the others as if on judgment day If only I knew of the strongest way Carry me through the strings of time Playing as if it were only mine Written by: JJ 073002 SOULS Swishing with blood, dripping from an open sore The days doom at the edge of a sword Souls escape in the mist of the night Only to see, the darkest of skies With the cutting edge of a jagged knife Ready to take my one and only life Souls are searching in every corner By night mist and over the shoulder The blood draining from a broken heart The soul is seeking out every tart To bind them to the souls of hate Why must it always en

Poetry Of Peace
Thoughts of you do fill my mind Wonder of the impossible find One with beauty of the body and soul A beauty of the mind making you whole Complete and wondrous to behold One who lives free her soul unsold Speaking her thoughts without fear Making me wish we were so near Longing to touch and know she is real To look into her eyes showing how I feel To see if dreams do walk the land Walking together both hand in hand At the days end to know all is right For hers is the one great inner light That guides me on through the shadows of thought I wonder if you’re the one great love My souls sought By R. Thomas Dinsmore

Poetry
A Bright Smile Look at my smile mommy Why is it so different? Am i still pretty, With my smile so different? Now i am grown mommy My smile is still different But this time mommy A friend is looking past How different my smile is He says he loves me mommy And i think he loves me Just for my smile Mommy we are getting married Today is the big day Are you proud of me mommy? I love his smile to mommy Look mommy at my smile It is still the same But i am smiling brighter Because someone looked at my smile Kelly Lyn Harrison Wrote In 2001 Proud Of You Smiling bright with those little teeth, you are my smiles and my scares when you leave me i can cry because i know your life was good and your hard work was well done. Remember when you leave me kiss me bye and always know I am your mommy, very proud of you Kelly Lyn Harrison Wrote 1999 For My Son Joshua Someone Am i a mistake? I feel unwanted, unloved, mostly I feel as if I am already dead Am

Poetry
All alone. Sitting in the corner. seeing the two walls join. It hurts to know they can. In a room... None of that silly doom and gloom. The need to rhyme well past its prime. Thoughts are floating. Twisting and turning. Melting to nothing but hopelessness... What do I do? Alone in a world full of people. Screaming at the dark and not even heard. Banging my head the wall gives a damn. Then again it seems it's the only one... When Breathing isn't enough. When they day seems to long yet flies by. When smiles all seem fake. When you know "hello" means "goodbye". What do I Do? When the mind races in a stand still. When IDea's Explode and blank pages remain. When Nothing seems worth it. When living seems pointless.... What do I do? Sitting in light. Looking into the dark circle. Smelling the steel. The cold death. Why to seek this? Why not continue? Why continue? Holding the flash. For a weak mind. For a weak soul. For no lo

Poetry Blog
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Poetry
Dark Night My movements make no sound, My footsteps quick and light. I glide on down the darkened street, Accompanied by the night. Passing mortal strangers, Who look the other way. I'm intoxicated by their scent, These creatures are my prey. I stop beneath a street lamp, Where they can see my face. Seeing my unnatural skin, They soon quicken their pace. Their cowardess amuses me, Those eyes so full of fear. I throw my head back and laugh, For all of them to hear. Stepping form the light, I'm hidden by the dark. Continuing along my path, I reach a lonely park. Sitting on a wooden bench, A girl cries silently. Her face is streaked with salty tears, She fails to notice me. Her body shakes with sobs, But still I hear her beating heart, Within her chest it throbs. Slowly I approach her, Until I'm by her side. Admiring her tender cheeks, I see her tears have d

Poetry
Sometimes I feel so lonely inside It gives me a reason to run and hide To hide away where my heart can't be hurt To bury my feelings under a mound of dirt You have helped open my eyes to see That maybe there is someone out there for me Laying with you under the stars in the night Laying with you until the morning light I have no other desire in the world Only one To wake beside you with the rising of the sun

Poetry
Rags to riches, riches to rags, money means nothing All we need is the love we have for each other Chances are we will anger many people Help me to love again, I am so lost Empty is my heart Love is not easy Life is too short for anger Only with you do I feel whole The visions of us together occupy my dreams Every night I remember more about why I love you So much pain and hatred have followed us Bringing us down, pushing us apart Remind yourself why we love each other If you can’t remember, I will remind you After all that we have been through Nothing could change my heart again My self esteem easily shattered love myself? I have tried I thought I did but it only takes A little thing to destroy my confidence And it takes much more to build it up again Leave everything behind because it does not compare Over welmed by the feelings that I wish we shared Violent emotions when I think of what I have lost Ecstasy, my only wish is to be With

Poetry
Okay this is just cause I'm fucking pissed off Rather Die Take me away from all of this. Can I find a far-off place? In the darkness away from wandering souls I don't want be tormented with hate. I want to hear the cries of physical pain. Tell me of a life better without fear. Don't let me fall in a horrid pattern. Can we bear to see our lives scorned? What we have become when consumed with hate? I want you to hear my emotional pain! Crying in me is the darkness I now breathe. Can it hear our thoughts? Can it smell our fears? Is it just our selves that will darken and seize? I don't understand the state I'm in you see? I can see you digging my grave. Or could it be digging yours? © Velvet Moon In the spirit of the holiday I suppose. Vampire You unleash the obscurity with in me. With those piercing eyes of nauseating lust; Your lips so moist and red with tran

Poetry In Motion
Well, this was send to me from an ex. I not one for lets say, flattery but this one gives me to much credit. Lmao, just jokes... I thought I would share it considering some thought was put into it and I enjoyed it. I took the time to wait for you, I took the time to spare. I took the time to understand you, But still you showed no care I told you once I loved you, And from then many more. I told you once I'd wait for you, Even still you chose to be a whore. I guess now I have nothin' to say, No more choices on my behalf. I guess I'm back as I once was, Just a friend to make you laugh. But still I know you won't change, And you'll never see me as a friend. So just go with the flow, let time pass, Because it's no use to pretend. But you know I'll always remember, All the times we had shared. All the drinkin' times and the cries we had, All the times our minds had bared. You'll be a part of me lifelong, You'll be in my heart forever. But now

Poetry
I saw you on a hilltop the setting sun painting beams of light across the sky and along your every curve A cool breeze rising from the ocean below teased and tousled your hair spirits danced through each silky strand You looked so wild, so beautiful a young mustang on the open meadow untamed, unencumbered your beauty radiating with passion in the sensual moment you were one with the waning sun and the wind they brought you pleasure and exhilarated your senses I could see the joy overflow from your being You ran your fingers through your hair slowly slid your hands along your body to delight in the energy flowing through you The sight of you aroused me beyond belief I could smell the passion in your soul I had to be closer but a shifting wind betrayed my presence In surprise you bolted away I couldn't let you slip away I wanted you so I gave chase I knew not if your flight was of fright or play but as I got closer the flames of desire grew inside But yo

Poetry
It Comes In the night it comes when the light fades and the sands of sleep weight eyelids beckoning sleep Malevolent... Foreboding... I can feel its presence on the edge of sanity In my mind it comes as conscious slips away pulling me into its grasp binding me Gripping... Choking... Paralyzed and washed with fear I struggle to move but a little For my soul it comes when terror lays claim waiting in shadow insidiously Frightening... Terrifying... Evil beyond all imagining clutched within its grasp For my life it has come when I will no longer resist and give myself over surrendering hope Desperately... Silently... Reality is evident around me nightmarishly surreal and warped Near the light you are there Just beyond my futile grasp unaware of my helpless plight out of reach Grasping... Twitching... Mustering only a forlorn moan My voice as frozen as my limbs I can see you there now even through closed eyelids In the world t

Poetry....
Instinct..... On one side of the river, I can see my other self It is the same me but... It is not who I am suppose to be Everyone is happy Everyone is glad But when I look at her, She is very sad. On the other side of the river, I am who I am suppose to be I am happy and glad Just to be me... But if I had one chance to do it again To take back the pain And the guilt I once had, I don't think I would give up what I already have. Because no matter what you do no matter where you go, you have to watch out for you. On the other side of the river, All is in the past. You have to decide how the time will last! TRUE LOVE Everyday is a special day for me. My hopes and dreams may come and go. My truest love may have been. But in this life I will not miss the greatest thing of all.... watching my children grow strong and tall. They are the light that shines on my path. They are the butter on my bread. Without them I will not be who I am. But I am not pe

Poetry
Heaven Pleading screams soundlessly unheard, The desperate sanity of a daughter born of man, But a Goddess twice removed. Eyes opened to the unseen, Hard put to rally the opening of my soul. The question "why" God was mine. Me, and the cold moon, Me, and the unsettled waters. The Answer viewed through old innocent eyes. Laid to the bitter winds, Few eyes really see, God's secret Palace. In the stolen moments be the ocean, It is here where God resides My dreams Are wrapped in silver strands of hair, Lost in brown-sugar brown. Wordless eyes watch, As a poet drones half-hearted words. While green blankets of clothes, Pillow my restless day dreams, Of soft masculine hands, Against the red- goose flesh of my Uncertainty. Tender hungry kisses, Laced with age. Made rough with salt and pepper seasoned facial hair; The Sweetest Sandpaper. T

Poetry
I wondered ... how the spinning particles know their dance; how the singer sings of the unsung; how the the writer names the unnamed; how the painter reveals the unseen; how the sculptor moves his hands. Then I leaned ... into my pain, and felt myself, weightless, spinning.

Poetic Darkness's Bloggy Thingy
that I wrote awhile ago.... On those cold lonely nights I hunger for your touch. I know that one day you'll be there, But tonight I'm alone, With just my imagination, Memories of you, And the recorded sound of your voice, Playing over and over in my mind. For tonight that will have to do. But what will happen When that turns into Not enough? When I long for your touch So much it hurts? I think to myself, Just a little longer. Then your touch will be mine. Just a few more months. That's all. But when you long for something or someone, This much, A few months seems like eternity. But I have to keep telling myself, I can do it. I have to. If not for me, Then for you. So I can wait a few more months. I've already waited this many years, To be with someone like you. What's a few more months?

Poetry
Baby you are: My sunny sky, My favorite high, My bed so warm, My my port in a storm, My sweetest gift, My emotional lift, My best friend, Until the end. Baby you are: My inspiration, My destination, My shining light, My day and night, My heart healer, My anger chiller, My pain reliever, My spring fever, My gem so rare, My answered prayer, My heart and soul, My life made whole, My merry-go-round, My "up" when I'm down, My best chance, My last dance, My best shot, My only shot, My energizer, My morning sun, My evening fun, My dancing partner,

Poetry
Out with the old....In with the new. Out with the ones that chose to be untrue. In to the ones that wish to not part... And the one that won the key to unlock my heart. © Tanya Lanea Carson 2006 I am waiting in the darkness.. No light shining through. No one here to comfort me.. I am waiting here for you. I don't know where I am.. I am dazed and confused. I don't know who will help me now.. Somehow I feel used. I feel no sadness nor happiness.. I feel nothing at all. I wonder if a slight and gentle breeze should blow my way.. If it would make me lose balance and fall. Will the one I am looking for save me... Before it is to late? Or will that person forget me and leave me in this darkness to stay, If that is so, I already know, that it must have been my fate. © Tanya Lanea Carson 2006 Why am I always confuzed, Why am I never satisfied..even when when things go my way? I fight for things that mean a lot to me... But when I finally get what I want....ther

A Poets Mind Iz Neva Empty
stud love (At night) Lying on my bed My thoughts quickly turn to you Your touch Your kiss Your taste Your smell All for me to explore An image of you appears in my mind Walking towards my bed You are the epitome of beauty In your sexy red lingerie Your splendor all for me… Your lips Your eyes Your Breasts Your curves So inviting to the stud you adore You crawl on top of me Kissing me from head to toe Doing it just the way I like Putting a curl in my toe I pick you Lay you down on your back Kiss slowly down your body Your ears Your Mouth Your neck Your navel And stop where you like most Playfully, I open your legs And kiss that beautify smile Into you I slowly creep Engulfed by your rich aroma Tantalized by your pure sweet taste Leaning in closer I lick around your aroused clit Tease you with every stroke One strong The next weak One long The next short I plunge my finger in Until I hear you moa

Poetry
Twisting turning, Mind is burning, Unanswered confusion, Is this my delusion, Split into madness, Falling through sadness, Why when thing were great, Would you throw me to this fate? Lies, through living decite, Has warped my view complete, Blackened truth in its whole, Sardistict destruction of my soul, Sucked in blindly from that first kiss, Your venomous teeth, my heart did miss, Your bite took me out with a single blast, One more strike that good guys finish last, One good thing that I know and can clearly see, Is that love is not a requirment to have serenity.

Poetry
For my first love... who meant the world to me. Only ever wanted it to be the last, but things happen for a reason don't they?...and for us it did. No longer have my first love, lost it. So here this poem especially for you. Those moments we were together, Now suddenly far apart. Further than I would have thought. Thought we could do it together. See each other through thick and thin. Didn’t know it would end so soon. The feeling of not being with you, Tears me up inside. The way I hurt you in whatever way I did, Rips my heart out inside. To have to know I won’t see you again, Leaves me hanging, heart-broken inside. Wishing I could turn back the time, To enjoy those moments we had. Being with you, lying there with you Sharing everything with you. Knowing I was loved only by you. Will be truly, deeply missed. What the future holds I do not know, Whatever will be, will be… But what I do know, I had the chance to share my love with someone. Someone who I

Poetry And Random Stuff
Ya, okay. This is a poem I made up while on about four hits of white apple ecstasy. I don't do that shit anymore. A year and some clean off it, thank god. lmao. But anyway, here's the poem. Who has a sense of time? "Not I," said the cacti. They run around the house, Trying to kill the mouse, But then they all die, Because the cheese is so sly... "MARY J SPEAKS UP" When people look at me They don't see what I want them to see All they see is poor old broken me, so fucking sad Yeah well, my life ain't that bad Sure I'm sick and twisted I'm sorry, but you can't fix it This life that I lead It's me I have to beat Not self inflicted, no way Yet not done by another, I say Believe me? I think not Hear me? My brain is in a fucking knot I try to think about this shit But the solutions I can never hit What the fuck is wrong with me? Why is it the bad that you assholes only see? Stop this shit, I don't need it anymore Shut the fuck up! I'm not a fucking wh

Poetry
There was this girl That loved this man She’d give her blood To hold his hand Till he left her cold And moved away She died inside And withered She decayed The love she felt She shoved inside So deep To never see the light And then this girl As she cried at night Found a boy to make it right She held him close She held him tight She’s loved many boys But was in love with one man He found her one day As she was sitting on the bed The phone rang And she bowed her head The feelings she buried Came back to life And those old dreams Of becoming his wife Resurfaced The love she felt never went away But this girl had a boy, Instead of this man And this girl couldn’t choose Who should hold her hand? A soul is transformed when you let someone in The love you feel will never end She hates to hurt them The boy and the man And to hurt either Will be her end sometimes I wish I was more like you brilliant mind with out

Poetry All Mine
LOVE Crystal water colors in my heart, shine and twinkle and break apart. The moon over virgo does rise, but changes constant like the tides. Fragile and beating, warm but still bleeding. Hold me up but tie me down. I've given a gift, make the kill clean and swift. Then burn and scatter the ashes. This is more a rant then a poem. I keep hearing from women about the father of my child. Saying hes tried to play then using this site. What am I supposed to do about it hes supposed to be in jail for the things he was accused of so I havnt seen him in person scine november. Im trying to be single mom for a 3 yr old that dont understand why she had a daddy but doesnt any more. I dont want her to grow up thinking she was bad thats why hes not here. His own screw ups and behavior are whats parted us. For those women on here who have talked to him in messages and or phone calls please I hate to say it but dont beleive most any thing he has to say. I lived with him for almost 4 year

Poetry
A soulmate found and lost, past awakened then cast aside, abandoned without a word, a soul ripped to pieces, theunworthy thrown away yet again, Darkness consumes him slowly now, why shuld he fight agaisnt the inevitable, what has he ever done to deserve such pain, Why cant he find happieness and be loved, Why do people use him so much, Crying out to the heavens he begs for mercy, his pleas falling on deaf uncaring ears, what must he do to be worthy of love, why cant people see inside of him, accept the love he offers so freely, why do they reach in and rip his heart out, does she know how deeply he hurts, can she see how his soul has been torn, even now he loves her with all he is, begging for even a single word from her, What did he do to deserve loosing all he loves? A life defined by loss and pain, a heart has died slowly over time, a soul tormented then destroyed, a man who never let anyone close, made the mistake of letting it happen, what pennance is this

Poetic To The End...
Cow constitution tuxedoed dog blackmans bowtie dutchmans clog bald headed blondie aggrivated violins hazing of the newbie chewing on onions Shrimp fried mushrooms wedding cakes on the fall having sex in my room hauling off a paul mall looking in the mirror at the eyes inside my head thinking is this normal living in a shed? Your a sick sick bastard I hate you with a passion Mixed and cut, twisted and burnt I look sane on the outside, but inside I'm hurt Mixed up emotions floating through my mind Hoping to one day, any day find A place where I'm happy, contented and safe A place where noone stares no need to strafe I've seen this place, I've been there before I've lost it al now, Be your bitch no more. Looking all about me seeing none but pain holding all my feelings, battling the reigns Of terror, hate, and rage uncontrolled My inner thoughts my feelings, all covered in mold It hurts to think that she may die The thought is selve brings tears to

Poetry
True friends are there for you when no one else gives a damn. True Friends there to put the pieces of your broken heart back together. True Friends will hold you when you cry and say nothing at all. True Friends will give you advice when you ask for ir and ONLY WHEN YOU ASK FOR IT!! A true friend WILL NEVER EVER TURN THEIR BACK ON YOU NO MATTER HOW LONG YOU ARE STUCKL ON STUPID!! A true friend will never ever go off on a perspective boyfriend/girlfriend with out you asking them to. A true friend will always have your best intrests at heart. A true friend will never ever choose sides between you and another one of there friends. True happiness was never meant to be mine. Misery has been my constant campainion. My destiny is to be alone and I accept that. My darkest hours are spent alone. I am no good to anyone when i am alone. My heart yearns for love that isnt meant to be mine. Lonliness was killing me slowly. Then I found you. You brought me to you an

Poetry 87
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Poetry
Fondled feet step onto the floor Each shoes dirty but loved is placed next to her She raps each blister and scar Her shoe forms perfectly to her tired foot making it new The ribbons fall into place and that foot is ready As a pattern the other shoe flies on gracefuly Standing she stretches her long muscular legs She pulls her long brown locks up into a tight bun Finally ready she looks up at her pale reclection all around her Tights and leotard formed to her bones She closes her eyes and the musics play in her mind Step Turn Balance Each move flows into place Each step is not heard Sweat drips off her brow and to the floor Dancing this dance is easier than breathing She lands her last move and places herself in the middle of the floor Opening her eyes again she sees herself in the mirrors She smiles as she sees who she is A dancer Trust starts you You must have an open mind And have trust in oneself first Without this nothing can be built For trus

Poetry
Life they say has many turns roads to take us to lessons we must learn Lessons who make us who we are meant to be the person who stands before you that you cannot see What does it really mean to be seen to be understood deeply, soulfully and pristeen To be understood is my main goal to be loved deeply from within someones soul My soul is exposed, wounded and bruised You had repaired it once but now it feels abused Abused not intentionally and I hold no regret I only wish i had the strength within to forget To forget what you had shown me and the experience we had for now knowing love again has once again left me sad Sad for i feel it will never come my way again and knowing what i have to offer is burried deeper within pieces of my heart lay scattered never to be whole The world I had come to know was a lie and tore my soul then out of the blue again you entered my life by suprise was it coinsidence or was it because the greater power is wise eyes they say ar

Poetry
Sitting at your gravesite, none of it seeming real. People saying "I'm sorry for your loss" or "I know just how you feel". I remember you; Laughing, Loving, Dancing, Smiling I picture you; Elegant, Beautiful, Glowing, Curious We met while still in high school, you were the quiet girl in her shell. I passed you during lunchtime, It was at that moment that I fell. We dated; Movies, Dinners, Walks, Talking We loved; Passionately, Yearning, Faithful, Abandonless We married when I was 21, and you yourself just 20. We bought a small two room house, you assured me it was plenty. We decorated; Tasteful, Expensive, Stylish, Modern We celebrated; Birthdays, Christmas, New Years, Valentines It happened one cold winters night, I insisted that we go. The roads were wet and icy, it had just begun to snow. Sounds; Screaming, Screeching, Sirens, Cries Words; "Is anyone hurt", "Are you O.K.", "You need to let her go", "Sir, she's gone" I've loved noone but you my sweet, I love y

Poetry
I feel myself slipping deeper and deeper, To the point where nothing matters. I close my eyes and all I see Is the darkness that engulfs me. As black as night, Empty, nothing in sight. What brings on this state of mind? For that, I have no courage to find. I hear the voice whisper,"Get it over with. Just do it!" But, for my wrist I cannot slit, Cause I have no courage deep inside, To make that nagging voice subside. I pop some pills to feel better, But still it doesn't matter. I close my eyes and see his face, Taking over what once was empty space. No longer as black as night, His face is clearly in my sight. All I can do is cry, Frequently, I ask the question "why?" I hear the voice reply, "Get it over with. Just do it!" But, for the brick wall I cannot hit, Cause I have no courage deep inside, To make the replying voice subside. I go to a shrink, For him to tell me how I think. Why I see all these brutal images, Why I go through all these different stages. But my heart is s

Poetry
What Else are you to do? Your heart Breaks The tears Fall What else are you to do?? He sits there and laughs Knowing he has hurt you What else are you to do?? Living on with every moment And yet still feeling lost What else are you to do?? Learning how to cope But still wanting that love What else are you to do?? You can't take it You kill the man you love What else are you to do?? You kill yourself To be with him What else are you to do?? For the first time you kiss him But he pushes you away What else are you to do?? Dieing for him And yet him still not wanting you What else are you to do?? Crying yourself to sleep while dead Wishing you could have you life back What else are you to do?? Waking up from a bad dream Kissing the ground Smiling; knowing that you are happy That's what you are to do!!!!

Poetic
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Poetry
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 she keeps screaming for more I can still hear them The lust burning in my ears I've never tasted her fire never in 15 years Her explosion is coming as he drives her passionate thunder her body soaked in desire the only choice is..... Surrender I guess they'll find me later I'm sure they'll cut me down pour me in a 6 foot hole and go back for another round You could say I had options for there are a thousands parts

Poetry
Escape me? Never— Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, Me the loving and you the loth, While the one eludes, must the other pursue. My life is a fault at last, I fear: It seems too much like a fate, indeed! Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed. But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, And baffled, get up to begin again,— So the chase takes up one's life, that's all. While, look but once from your farthest bound, At me so deep in the dust and dark, No sooner the old hope drops to ground Than a new one, straight to the selfsame mark, I shape me— Ever Removed! I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale, a deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked what could I ail My life and all see

Poetry
My Feelings For You I'm sitting here feeling kinda blue Wishing that I was there with you I know I can't be with you all the time but I'd really love it if I could. You're everything I want everything I need, you complete me. Without you there'd be no reason to go on alone, because you fill my heart with happinesss and joy You make me feel loved Without you I'd be miserable, Not caring about anything, Without you I'd lose my way, and be forever lost for you guide me through the good times as well as the bad. You're my knight in shining armor my prince on a white horse coming to rescue me You're always there for me no matter what even when I am difficult to deal with You're a friend as well as a lover You always know when I am feeling down And when to hold me close or when to let me be You truly know me, the real me and all my moods, whether they be good or bad You're truly my soulmate And I want to be with you forever and always I love you @}~~~

Poetry
GOOD MORNING? impish voices whisper softly "time to get up" five minutes prior to set alarm..."fuck!" shuffling through nightlight glow to static shock doorknob slumping serial killer wearing my boxers stalks me in my bathroom mirror descending, disappearing as I sit. wrinkled manhood taking umbrage from the cold white ceramic morn self esteem likewise shrivels striking yet another chink in my already fissured and tarnished armor

Poetry
The words I spoke, The words I wrote Still ring true to this day, They loose no power, nor allow me to forget. The pen is dry, My mouth stops speaking But the look in my eyes still says all So much we shared, Show how much I cared. My heart is still yours, To have and to hold. I still would do anything for you, it's my hearts desire to see that smile that lights up my life warms me when I'm cold. Even though your not mine to hold

Poetry-erotic-internet
In The Shadows In the shadows, emotion provides Moonlight - illumination for a larger world (Population: 2) Side by side Split - apart Reuniting Despite jealous daytime gods Lips touch mine in the shadows Touches flow across the stream Data bubbles caress my nerve endings Like a million tiny kisses Vibrating neuron pathways A fiery display of colored lights The firmament of my skull My flesh grows insubstantial and seeks The Maestro of this interplay His spacious reach a sanctuary And release in this corporeal prison I am putty, a doll, in his arms My shadow Maestro Conductor in this symphony Of passion play "Every woman" the conduit For his extraordinary power Calling forth primal urges with modern alchemical implements Joining across the ages Past and Present Pain and Love Side by side Split - apart Reuniting In the shadows

Poetry
I am distracted by things, like white fluffy clouds in a blue sky, Or by the way a bird sings, I am amazed by the simplicity of things, Like chimes fastened by strings, By the smell of a rose and how it’s beauty stings, I believe in many things, Each man as an equal and not one to be a king, A child smiling on a swing, And watching the joy and happiness it brings I am opened minded but very private about things, like my relationships, fleeting wedding rings the puppet strings, or how the balance of love swings I am conscious of many things Accepted Reasoning Released by the birth of the consummate marriage i became the manipulator of the English language where the smallest atoms become gigantic where tropical raindrops hold atlantis where the winds caress grassland glades letters refined to the likeness of a samurai blade beauty defined in the mist of chaos manifesting myself in this spiritual seance words are a reason for life taking in a

Poetry...by Me, And Mostly Others...lol
Another original Poem by me... seems I've found a bit of a lyrical streak as of late... This one is done in the style of a Shakespearian Sonnet and was inspired by my last blog post concerning choices... Hope you like...Mike... "The Way" Years have past since last I was home; Wrapped in the warmth of family and friend; Years have past, spent imaginably alone; Alone in heart, to interiority I descend. Feebly proclaiming one souls desire; A victim of self-pity; predestiny's servant. Outrageous fortune consumed entire; Until at last, a soul becomes more observant. For fortune's eye focused upon a road; Throughout the journey and choices made. A souls resolve doest point and goad; Onward good soul, before the path doest fade. At awakenings end, mine eyes do see; Twas the choices I made on the road to me. © Copyright 2007 Michael John McPhee 'twas Not for... 'twas not for...worms delighting in carrion remain on a field of toils end, 'neath black cloaking rain

Poetry For All My New Friends.
Just a poem I wrote that i thought i would share with all my new friends here on CherryTap. I hope you all like it. Is Anybody There? As I sit here watching, waiting and thinking. I wonder, Is anybody there? As I look towards the stars, the Southern Cross shinning in all its glory, the full moon lighting up the hills. I wonder, Is anybody there? As I talk to you, our conversations lasting for hours, about the important thins in life, money, football and of course girls. I wonder, Is anybody there? As i go to sleed each night, my prayers going out to the ones I love. I wonder, Is anybody there?

Poetry
I walk into the room to see you lying on the couch in nothing but a ribbon and bow. I smell your sexy cologne from the moment I walked in the room. Without saying a word I dropped to my knees and begin to stare into your eyes. Without breaking the stare I start to untie and remove the ribbon and bow. My eyes are telling you that I want you; your eyes are telling me that the flames inside you are growing stronger and you can’t take it anymore. Without taken your eyes off me you begin to remove my clothes. You seductively tell me to lie on my back as you remove my blue lace thong. My legs are sticking str8 up in the air so that you won’t have any complications in removing them. Just as you get them to my ankles you immediately see my juices as they begin to flow. Your mouth begins to water as mine waters more. You then ask "Can I taste you" I reply as long as I can taste you while you taste me. I then slide down of you face as I take you big juicy dick into my mouth. As I begin to contra

Poetry
You amaze me. So many ways Every day. You amaze me. The way you show respect The way you are with the girls The sound of your voice and How it makes me smile. You amaze me. The way I long to feel your arms The way my skin longs for your touch The smile that never seems to end You amaze me You keep your word You are thoughtful and giving You amaze me So many ways Every day You amaze me 080908 Candi Fox Dark and deep and ever sinking. Torn and tattered it's ceased its beating. Broken, shattered and torn apart. Blood splattered everywhere, life empty and filled with despair. Hope gone, Light dim. Darkness grows never ceasing, the candle light flickers and begins to fade. Love is just a fable and not for the faint of heart, only jump in if you want to be scattered to the four winds. Its worse than a vampire they just suck your blood , love takes your soul and rips it apart. No its not for the feint of heart. Maybe if you are among the living dead and

Poetry/lyrics And Short Erotic Stories
Beep. Beep. Beep. The sound of the alarm clock setting on the night stand next to the bed wakes him up. Dread fills him as he realizes that its exam day! He pulls the covers up over his head wishing this day had never come. But as the alarm starts to beep at him again he realizes that there’s no getting around it and he is only wasting precious time. Slowly he rises and sits on the edge of the bed wiping sleep from his eyes. Stretching he stands and heads for the shower thinking might as well get ready for his exam. Showering quickly and dressing even faster for time is wasting and traffic is going to be horrible during the morning rush hour. For the first day in a long time he wished he were going to work instead of the doctor for a full physical. He hated the doctor’s office and even more then that physicals! Leaving the house with no breakfast because he didn’t have an appetite this morning he heads his car in the direction of the dreaded doctor’s office. As he is d

Poetry
BEFORE I WRITE WHATS ON UR MIND I WILL SAY THIS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE IS THE ONLY MAN ON MY FAMILY LIST AND THE ONLY ONE THAT WILL EVER BE THERE WHEN WE FIRST MET I HAD A HARD TIME TRUSTING GUYS, BUT THAN U CAME ALONG AND SWEPT ME OFF MY FEET TO MY SURPRISE I NEVER KNEW THAT I WOULD ACTUALLY FALL IN LOVE AT A YOUNG AGE, BUT I GREW CLOSE TO U AND PUT UP WITH THE GAMES THAT U PLAYED I TOLD U HOW I FELT AND U AGREED NOT TO HURT ME ANYMORE FOR U SAID U WANTED TO KEEP OUR FAMILY WHOLE, BUT EVERYTIME THAT U MAKE ME A PROMISE U BREAK IT AND EVERYONE ASKS ME HOW CAN U BE IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE THATS NOT IN LOVE WITH U AND I DONT KNOW HOW TO ANSWER THEM I WANT TO SPEND ETERNITY WITH YOU, BUT IM TIRED OF HURTING AND TIRED OF CRYING AND TIRED OF WONDERING WHEN U WILL KEEP THE PROMISES U MAKE IM TORN AND IT HURTS I WANT TO LOVE U AS MUCH AS I DO I WANT TO BE WITH U FOR ETERNITY, BUT IM TIRED OF HURTING AND CRYING WHEN U SAY U LOVE ME IM STUPID ENOUGH THAT I BELIEVE U THAN WHEN I GO TO DO SOMETHING

Poetry
What if...... If this was my last night on earth, would you really care? If I slept and did not awake would you mourn my loss? If I died today, would you care for my kids as if they were your own? If I got sick, would you care for me? If you need me, would you ever tell me? If you really want me, would you tell me so? If you were mad at me, would you lie and tell me that you're not? If you promise me something, would you keep your word? If I cried within the night, would you dry my tears? If I need protecting, would you fight for me? If I had a bad dream, would you comfort me? If you really love me, would you ever leave me?     Feeling all alone and utterly betrayed, not sure what is true and real anymore. I sink deeper in my darkness with no apparent way to return. Do I dare completely trust the feelings I fear inside or is it just cruel deception of the enemy that forever hides? No one tries to understand the pain and hurt I feel inside, when all they think of is s

Poetry(true Friends Please Read And Give Feedback)
My name means gift from god, but i dont know know if thats a good thing, or a curse. somtimes i dont know wich is worse, bad or good. i influence to many people than i should. am i truly an angel next to God's shoulder? or am i just saitan's toy soldier? ive tried to live my life so many different ways, but it all just ended up with pain, and rain on my sunshiny days. children look up to me like i'm the all knowing, because they have the power to see through me and see what my heart is truly showing. they seen me fall and work my way back up, they see God walking by me as my life's crutch, no matter what race,age,boy or girl, no matter what happens, they are my world. The Thought The thought of you excites me, like I have never been before, the thought of you and I, makes it feel right, the thought of forever, seems too short, the thought of your beauty, makes me question God why, Am I so lucky to be with you, the thought of the past, I want it to go away

Poet And Didnt Know It
HEY JUST WANTED TO LET EVERYONE KNOW THAT I AM DOING GOOD JUST BEEN WORKING ALOT GOT MY PLACE ALL TOGETHER NOW JUST WAITIN ON THE KITCHEN TABLE AND I AM GETTIN IT TODAY WOOOTWOOOT HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A SAFE AND HAPPY EASTER LOVE YA ALL CARO i am goin to say good bye for a lil bit.......i was told tonight by my son that he was not goin to come see me this summer and it broke my heart to no fixing......i know i dont get on here enough anyway but to the ones i do talk to i am sorry but i cant do this chat stuff anymore for a lil bit anyway........i will just have my daughter check my mail and let me kno wwhat is going on......i feel like i am the worst mother that there is on the face of the earth right now and it hurts real bad.....i will miss you all and i love each and everyone of my friends on here..... love always carolyn amazing you know it never seems to amaze me how some people are....i mean if you cant be yourself then why fake it.....people can see right through t

Poetry
Twisted thoughts of lust and risk I drive the feelings In hopes to only taste your kiss Feeling you around my waist Your hair draped across me I grip your hips and crave your taste The growing hopes that we will touch We talk of desire And the grasp of us will be too much I stroke your hair and kiss your face I long for you As each moment I dare not waste There in the sunset's gaze I hold you tight In the eyes of eternal days Your children sleep, you lie aware My phantom hand runs through your hair I long to haunt, I wish for pain Your dreams are where I will remain My darkened hand does clutch your soul My shadowed eyes can drink you whole But I must wait for you to rest Your fears and terrors manifest You fear the worst, I make it real I grip the world where which you feel I smile at your every shake 'Til once again you've come awake I watch your eyes at every night I know you're mine until the light I dance the dreams and lay your fears I o

Poetry
I am not yet awake I'm not fully asleep I feel because I can Yet I don't want to Numb from my toes up Tingling from my head down I am a walking oxymoron! In a room With no way out No window or door That I have found. Stuck in here No candle, no light Left alone With only my fright. I see nothing Hear only breath Feel emotions Hear only death. Dreaming maybe? Waking, asleep Walking, running Alone I weep. Finally waking From my nightmares Was it real? Was it? Yeah I know I write some dark shit, but I'm really not feeling that way. A little down, maybe... Here I am With no one around me And nothing to make me Smile. Ever. I sit here In darkness, no candle To light my life, to light Up the night. A crappy pseudo-haiku created just now by yours truly. And no, I don't really feel that way ;)

Poetry By Me Lol
Never A sinking feeling fills your heart Anger and confusion takes over Pain so intense you cry out in anguish Tears blur your vision as the heartache fills your soul It wasnt suppose to hurt this bad It wasnt suppose to matter You knew from the start it wasnt meant to be Could never happen,Could never matter So why does it hurt Why does it matter You said you were strong that you can deal You build walls that remove your chance to be hurt But those walls were lowered in a blink of an eye And you were left naked to the pain Rejection feeds ur doubts making you question everything Regret shows in your eyes as you lash out Why did you have to fall for him You should have protected yourself You should have never lowered those walls Free You sit alone among flickering candles Their glow reflects off your still frame You tilt your head back as the feelings wash over you Conviction fills your soul You know what you must do You know has to be

Poetry
Normal Most people wake up and do their normal life. But who is to say what normal is? Is it doing what youve always done, or is it doing what needs to be done? I am anything but normal i live my life in turmoil The everyday "joes" of society bore me, I wish they could just see. That what they do is pointless The life they live is futile They need to live in my shoes for just a while And see what its like to be what they call me, A freak, loser, When actually im doin what they like to call "normal!" In the dark i sit alone, no one knows i hide it well where i sit is like a throne and no body to hear the story i tell In the dark i sit alone why no one knows ill never tell ill take that secret with me to hell so in the dark i sit alone The pain i feel is like a knife its cutting me down till nothings left But in the end it will take my life in the dark i sit alone so in the dark i die alone There were time when i was proud, and when i was with u

Poetry
The leaves blow from the trees as thunder pounds far away, The lightning in the sky electrifies me, makes me want to play. I’m really a darker soul than I pretend to be, Its mostly pain, heartache and fear that is inside of me. The thunder pounds like drums in my head, They sky up above, a shade of crimson red. I stare out the window as my tears hit the ground, I reach out to hold you, but you’re not around. The lightning beams down as it tears through my soul, But still electrifying me, making me whole. know that I gave it to you, I gave it without reservation, I gave it to you fully Without an ounce of hesitation. I was so proud of the gift I had given you, And I know you cherished it every day, It was a gift I promised you’d have forever, Even long after I faded away. You see, there is now a problem, That I hope you can understand, I need to ask for my gift back, As I wish to give it to another man. He deserves it so many ways, But I d

Poetically Speaking
I only meant to love you Not to cause you pain To be the one you’d cling to Your sunshine after the rain I know my words have stung you I feel I’ve scared your heart I’ve cried myself to sleep Because we’re still apart My greatest wish is to be with you For your love my soul does yearn We both have make mistakes We still have things to learn Forgive me when I’m not myself Is what I ask of you? I miss the happiness we shared T ell me do you miss it too? We’ve been through a lot together And weathered every storm The reasons we have done this Was we meant each other no harm To be with you was a blessing It made me believe in love To cause you hurt or pain Is not what I thought of? I want only to see you happy To live a life of bliss I ask you with all I believe in To please let me do this Sadness is what I live with Because of what’s been done For me there will be no other My heart say’s you’re the one Each day I sit a

Poetry?
What is Love? Is it Sex on the beach? No, that's lust. Is it spending every penny on the other? No, that's just showing off. Is it buying a card for no reason, just to let them know you care? No, that's how you show it. Is it putting someone else before yourself without even realizing it? I'm not sure, but that's usualy what happens. Love is hard to define, an you don't know what it is unless you're in it. But nothing is better if you can find it. All I can say is if you are lucky enough to find it, never let it go. Ok, i haven't written since high school, but the other day i sat down a wrote my vows for a handfasting that may happen in the future. *crosses fingers* and that got the juices flowing again. I miss writing, but i can tell i'm rusty at it. if you like what you read let me know, if you don't like it go to another page. This is my place to be me and vent and love and what ever i feel like doing. so enjoy it, because i do. It'll never work they say how

Poetry I Like
the lord is all that i need for nothing he allows me to chill and keeps me from being heated and allows me to breathe easy he guides my life so that i can represent and give shout outs in his name and even thought i walk through the hood of death i dont back down for you have my back the fact that you have me covered allows me to chill he provides me with back up in front of my player- HATERS and i know that i am a baller and that life will be phat i fall back in the Lord's crib for the rest of my life (credit: http://boldcontemplations.blogspot.com/) AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN FIVE SHORT CHAPTERS by Portia Nelson I I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk I fall in. I am lost ... I am helpless. It isn't my fault. It takes me forever to find a way out. II I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I am in the same

Poetry I Wrote, Tell Me Whatcha Think!! Thanks
Deep-By Wendy Deep in this haven that i call life.. i see pain,sadness and strife.. yet the pain consoled.. i see this all getting old.. under these clothes, under this skin, deep in the heart is where to begin.. heart felt splender, is it possible to unbend her? cold-hearted thoughts.. the sickness it spreads.. crumbled and shattered, beaten and battered.. so pure and innocent, yet so free and reluctant, a deep breath, free my mind, one day.. freedom from myself..

Poetry
A Trusting Heart As I sit here and think what an I getting into, I wonder if this is some thing I should go through. With all the hurt i had in the past, could this be the one that realy last. I haven't begun to open and speak my heart, but i am slowly piece by piece part by part. someone to love can be hard to find, but to find true love can realy make you blind. My heart it's self is very tender, but for you in time it will surrender. My heart has been open only for a few, but for someone to love me , the time is due. I know your heart is where it will be. and i know someday soon you will want to be with me. Someone to love me and sweep me off my feet, That is and obstical that will soon be beat Life in it's self isn't easy at all, with you the one that I love, I don't want to fall But befor i go any further, i would like to know, if your the 1 to be with , or should i just go? You are kind, caring and understaing from the start, but befor

Poetry
Remember the day way back when, when nothing else mattered besides being with you.. The days when we could love each other unconditionally because nothing else mattered.. The days when we could run from each other because of cooties.. The days when you decided you wanted nothing to do with me && I wanted everything to do with you.. ¢¾My PERFECT GUY would have to have, A good sense of humor, down to earth, loving, someone who willLISTEN to my problems. even though they may be stupid, be there for me during rough times && good times too, likes to watch "CHICKFLICKS" with me && cuddle, family oriented, WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HIS FRIENDS, FAMILY && ME. && just basically know how to have a good time && have fun..¢¾ .-A guy who will call me just to hear my voice && tell me he loves me with MEANING. .-A guy who can't fall asleep without my voice being the last thing he hears. .-A guy who will have time for me but also have time for himself. .-A guy who wi

Poetry
Do you ever wonder why you focus on the future? I mean, I know you're clear that it's an escape from the present But, just entertain the possibility, if only for a second that it is more than high hopes, wants and unfulfilled wishes that makes you dream about hugs and kisses with someone I know you don't really know In this sea full of sharks and fishes I believe you're of the variety that is tame and, not because your game is lame but, because you've at least progressed to where you know how to give and when to take You still live with some of your mistakes but you don't want to go back You know you don't need that So, what is it I'm trying to say? When you're not in the here and now, when you're contemplating next steps Do you really take a look around to understand who you're with? It's not your dreams I'm trying to steal, it's just I really wonder if you know they're not real I'm the first to live in the land of faith but if that state takes you to a place o

Poetry
(This girl broke my heart, so i wont write, her pretty name) My love was kind, my love was true, Her heart was broken, while mine was blue. Her tears were real, my words said thruth, My love comeback, cause, i, need, you. Her name was _______, that was her name. That does not matter. If she's far away. I pray the day, that she comes back, So, that, I can love her, until time stops. My friend is love, my enemy is time. My love was true, my love was kind. Her name was _______, that was her name. But i could only, be her friend. Until i lost her. On that day, I hadn't seen, my big mistake. To love her not, to love her so, Those were the roads, in wich to look. I chose to love her, but too late, And now she's gone, and far away. She was the "one" that got away. Her name was _______, that was her name. I lie here saddened and distraught And all i do, is-whisper-her-name... You always want. What You can't have. And-never-thank. About what You have. You cry and whin

Poetry
In life we have things that cause us pain Love, hate, and feelings of great disdain We hurt from dusk til dawn Thinking we can't hold on Pain in your chest, pain in my heart Pain in their head, tearing us apart It kills me to think of how it will hurt Making us feel we are less than dirt The throb of pain makes one cry Putting us through this, we don't know why Sometimes it just happens that way And there is nothing any of us can say Look over there, can you see what I do? They are going through this pain too We are not as alone as we may believe There are people out there who will deceive If you look around you will know There are others who will not show The pain they hide, just like you and me But open your eyes and you will see You really don't cry alone, there are those Who look around make sure no one else knows We hide our pain from those who might see That we might be as weak and they seem to be We don't want them to know of our plight Of the silent tears that fall every

Poetic Endeavers (all Entries My Original Works)
Sometimes I set and watch the glass The sand doth fall, the time time doth pass I ponder why it is we are here To suffer, bleed, laugh and cheer One day it hit me as I thought About what is and what is not It occurred to me as I thought long Our lives are not unlike a song Some are born healthy, their lives shine and grow Yet others we will have little time to know Each life is a part of the grander plan The one we constantly strive to understand This symphony of life we constantly write By just being here to live our life Some days our songs are bittersweet Yet others lift us from our feet We cannot dwell upon the one The things we wish that we had done More time is something we all desire To have more time and thus inspire This symphony we are all apart The poor, the rich, the weak of heart The evil, the pure, the strong, the ill Everyone must continue their part to fill We all would like to be remembered Either by the world or a famil

Poetry Of The Mind
I had closed the door upon my heart And wouldn't let anyone in, I had trusted and loved only to be hurt But, that would never happen again I had locked the door and tossed the key As hard, and as far as I could, Love would never enter there again, My heart was closed for good Then you came into my life And made me change my mind, Just when I thought that tiny key was impossible to find That's when you held out your hand And proved to me I was wrong, Inside your palm was the key to my heart ... You had it all along New Friend Yet To Be I'll dream of the warmth I'd feel when I'd hold your hand, How the softness of your lips, Would bring alive feelings within me, When my lips would brush yours in a kiss. Your charm and warmth would encompass me, I should not want to go, But, our friendship would have just begun, And if you'd wish, I would take it slow. I'd feel that we were meant to be Friends in whatever guise, But public affectio

Poetry
A good man once prayed with me held my hand spoke the words, sincere that i may forgive those who've done me wrong The anger for some fell And he wiped them gently from my face dried them from my eyes Forgive and forget, he said i can do one but never the other A summer day 4 years old a campground a pool my father my mother my brother ...screaming at me keep my head above the water his lips move his voice drowns my life fades to black ...as i sink a ton of bricks to the bottom a summer day 4 years old beside of a pool my father my mother my brother ...standing over me asking if i'm ok the sun blinds the sounds deafening ...as my mind erases the memory of the image of my soul fleeing my body a summer night 23 years old a lake my best friend my cigarette burning my nudity ...exposed for all the angels to see as i was when i was thrust into this world the moon bathes the glow warms ...and i wonder if my soul ever returned some

Poetry
For 18 years I hated love No one would dear look at me Or even trust me, maybe it was The fact that I was ugly Brown skinned midget with J.Lo's ass Friendly, kind, and funny and I still had class For 18 years I hated love All that time I couldn't trust her She carried the same estrogen as my mother So I couldn't even look her in the face And tell her I loved her Man, 18 crazy years Let's go to my freshman year That's when my identity started to appear Actually I started my sophomore year When I actually met her She actually addressed me the day She started roasting my hair She told everyone in class she had A crush on me and loved to stare The look on her face, I knew she wished we Were a pair I had nothing to waste; all I had was time to spare Next thing I know she's making love To my associates Cupid misfired, that was mad inappropriate For 18 years I hated love On year 18 I met her she was Half Costa Rican black It was long distance, I must have be despe

Poetry Corner
This poem is not about the same woman. Let me say that from the start. This one is about another woman I met, and I think a lot of you an relate to this peice. Hope you enjoy the 2nd installment. Time II (Scorn Again) I can close my eyes and envision you Not the real you A surreal you But unlike you Your memory is forever unchanged the same as it was before Something that I can count on To show up when the rains come For our hearts are two worlds apart Like the Barren Straights You as one content Me as the other And your man as the ocean And for this our souls are separated By time My mind fantasizes about one day When our worlds are no longer worlds away And the ocean no more The space between us Thus hand and hand Woman to man And a future unknown But I have grown To face what is And what is not Just a faded dream So it seems this is the way It was meant to be A life and a space left empty But a friendship born Time has made me scorned again

Poetic Shit...
Silly Wizard Air to the east... glittering golden yellow glow... Fire to the south... brilliant crimson radiant flow... Water to the west... transforming shapeshifting healing blue... Earth to the north... lavish green moss with dew... Chris Leveroni 12/13/06 Maelstrom There are some in stone houses who throw glass at the masses comfortably numb and thick as molasses Unwilling to let go and to flow with the changes They ship oars and drop anchor ignoring the tide turning cleansing of ages... James C. Leveroni 1.3.07 New Bohemian Rhapsody There is such a sadness tangled up in poetic madness derived from resounding crosstalk and chatter Acute stimulation mystical relation dissolving the boundaries of mind over matter... There is such a pleasure unable to measure reflecting back into a vagabond soul Rhyme without reason Rhythm and change with each passing season accepting the way of life on the whole... jam

Poetry
Bleeding hearts are torn apart. Crying tears of crimson red. But this I say nevermore. No I am not your lost love Lenore. I am something worse something more. This I say nevermore. I am pain. I am hate. I am anger. I am not your soul mate. You look at me with loving eyes. Your heart cries. I am not your lost love Lenore. I am something worse something more. This I say nevermore. You search the dark and find my black heart. You cry out her name but I tell you its all in vain. She is gone, dead to this world. Crying tears of blood I wait as you fall for my bait. Once you can finally see my face it is to late. You are now my prey, my food for the night. I'll send you to her and make it right. I am not your lost love Lenore. I am something worse something more. This I say Nevermore. Ok as you can see I am an aspiring writer and I would appreciate any comments on my writing.

Poetry...
SUN WAKES IN HABIT AT BRISKFUL MORN HEART RECOGNIZES EARTH CONCIENSENESS YET. I STAY ASLEEP IN SO MANY WAYS EVEN WHEN THE SUN GOES OUT RAY BY RAY SOMEONE.PLEASE SOMEONE, BEING, FORCE SHOW JUSTICE. WAKE ME. FOR MY SUN HAS SET A THOUSAND LIGHTS BURNING ME TO SUICIDE WRETCHED SOUL TORTURING MY INSIDES RIVERBANKS, FILLED WITH RUNNING LILLY PADS I WANT TO RUN WITH THEM. AWAY FROM A SOUL GONE MAD CHORUS: FUGITIVE I AM TO MY OWN SOULS MIND ENSLAVED I AM TO BURNING LIGHTS IM GOIN BLIND I NEED A RESOLUTION TO ABOLISH MY INSANITY INFERIOR I AM.INFERIOR I STAND INFERIOR I AM TO THIS INFERIOR LAND BRUTAL INTAMACY HEATING UP EMOITONS HOW I WISH I COULD KILL THEM(HOW I WISH I COULD) POLLAND BLOWING IN THE WINDWITH A FLIRTATIOUS SWIRL AND A LONELY GIRL WANTS TO BLOW WITH THEM CHORUS Copyright ©2006

Poetry
I remember a time when you used to be there! You said you'd never go away! Why do uyou do things that hurt people Just make it stop and come back! I sit and pray youll come home come back to us Maybe we still can be a happy family Just make it stop and come back Chourus I was once daddies little girl Now what i am is just some stupid ass girl You said youd never leave But look at you now You lying piece of shit Why odnt you just make it stop Come back How come i never hear your voice How come i never smell you or feel you Why do you do the things you do Just make it stop and come back Now i sit all alone, on my bed No one understands, No one can come along and take your place They just wont understand Just make it stop and come back. Chorus When will you come back I just want you back You Just come back! said you'd never leave But where are you Now You are my life You are my soul, my ambition You are alwayz there for me Well i'm here

Poetry
Once again it all falls apart. and, of course he makes it my fault. Christmas for us is not a good time reminds me of deceptions, I lose my mind. My breakdowns are frequent, I'm a blubbering mess. i can't handle it, all of this stress. I cry everyday, because wounds won't heal. I cry in my sleep, wishing i couldn't feel. And my only light, though the darkness we make, is acting so happy is being so fake. how naive can i be? thinking it true how stupid am i i know what to do. everyday i lose a piece. my heart is crashing, I'm lost and I'm weak. my soul is burning, my mind is yearning... But who am i really... theres nothing to see. nothing to tell, nothing to do. I'm lost, cornered. sick of you. Leslie Prince SinfulVampress If you don't know me, you likely won't get this, but the jist of it is that 2 years ago my bf and I went on a 'break' and he started dating someone who i wasn't, ahem, fond of, and the stress became too much for me to han

Poetry
So it's my only day off til next sunday and I'm sitting here doing ABSOLUTELY 100% NOTHING. It's incredible...and I've actually caught a lot of shit for it today...and I almost felt bad till I read my horoscope for the day.... This is what I have actually been doing all day! If silence is deadly you're killin me here all I want is to scream to shatter the fears my anger is building caressing my soul HELLO Do you get it? really it hurts. I hate feeling like I'm ready to burst. I have tried and tried to get it into your head I'm tired of trying I'm already dead ~Jess This morn an innocent life was taken with no fear she fell fast into a sleeping death leaving only thoughts of what the life might have been. This afternoon the father became a victim of death while the plane fell he prayed for his still born child Leaving only the mother to mourn. This evening the mother took one last look at life raised her gun and cried her last tear

Poetry I've Written
The gentle touch of a Mother hand as we take our first unsteady steps. The gentle touch of a Mothers hand as we start our first day of school. The gentle touch of a Mothers hand to dry our tears. The gentle touch of a Mothers hand to guide us. The gentle touch of a Mothers hand to help heal our first broken heart. The gentle touch of a Mothers hand as we grow up and move away. The gentle touch of a Mothers hand as we marry and have children of our own. The gentle touch of a Mothers hand when the dreams fail. And the gentle touch of a Mothers hand that welcomes you home no matter where life takes us. I Love You Mom for without your gentle touch I wouldn't be who I am today. Your Oldest Daughter Molly A Playful Sprite By: Molly Deshazer A mischief sprite I am likened to. Laughing as I go through the day. More playful am I at night, when The moon is full and bright. This playful sprite will show her light. But upon first light, The playful spite wi

Poetry
The players dribble the ball down the court quick moves and sharp passes shouts between teammates setting up plays ok he's open take the shot now Swish, there goes the basketball in the hoop Nothing but net The crowd goes wild because its their favorite player At the end of the game its just him A ball and a basket and the clock is ticking ..... There they lie in silence forever Having given the ulimate sacrifice for country Fighting a war they did not start But doing their duty to God and the nation Suffering through heat and exhaustion The sounds of gunfire ringing through their heads Knowing that any day could be their last Letters sent to loved ones just in time Before the Reaper paid a visit So now it is our duty to them To honor and respect their courage under fire For in our hearts they will always be Gone but not forgotten. Two forces at war for ages Mankind a pawn in their constant struggles And angel and a dev

Poetry In Motion
I look. Headlights and torch beams scouring, searching. Reading the map, could the compass be wrong? I have lost my direction, my footing has slipped. Companion show me the way. I have searched high and low, have dug trenches and climbed hills, swam seas, and still the searchlight is but pencil thin. A tiny white light far off, so close, touchable, yet almost gone.

Poetry
Put some here don't forget there put some whipped cream everywhere! Put it all over the bed & walls in the bathroom and the halls Lets put it in each & every place On our bodies so we can taste Lets keep going and never stop Lets get some fruit to put on top Then lets eat each other up Cream filled dream Your mouth, your eyes, your hair I can't help but stare. I want to taste your soft, sweet lips and take from your mouth numerous sips. For nourishment I receive from your kiss When your in my arms I am in complete bliss. Thoughts of you encompass my being It is only you that I am seeing. Never a day goes by that I want you dear I wish for you to always be near. Your angelic smile with lucious lips The face of a goddess is what I miss When we are together, just like this Untill then pretty lady I'll have to wait But on that day we'll have a date. If i gazed into your eyes would u turn away? If i held your hand in mine Would u pull away If i k

The Poetic Downside
Red lines of desire . . . Close your eyes baby feel my breath tempting and teasing your body your neck face Can you feel the beat of your heart quicken with anticipation the words I whisper in your ear as you lean closer waiting needing my embrace as I long for yours Just breathe baby as I take you in my arms holding your innocence and beauty inviting the devil within you to ravish me completely with fingernails against my spine digging my flesh red lines of desire Can you feel my passion pressing against you eagerly wanting to taste you take you fuck you I smell excitement in musty tones laced pheromone infusion you're a fuckin' animal I want you Kiss me now baby and don't hold back for I won't November 28, 2006 Ezequiel J. Flores Jr. Deny me the truth . . . I feel as though all I am is a lie and that all I will ever be are the tears forming in the shaded corners of your eyes reflecting

Poetry
razor blade, sharpened edge cut it deep ok? say goodbye to misery writing letters in your head thoughts ever haunting echo'd shadows of the past holding on to something nothing in your grasp dreams of eternal love broken, whithered memory extacy of unknown lust lost, forgotten desperate need pour crimson dreams enslaved reality thoughts of the end for ever lingering hit the vein be sure this time deep enough for one last crime

Poetry
Seep deep into every crevice of my head, Fill it with thoughts of us screwing in bed, I see you sucking me, enjoying me, engulfing my imaginaton! This lustful, sinful thought is what I call mental masturbation Taking my brain to heights and all the nerve endings tingle I'm excitingly back to the days when I am single Mental Masturbation makes my head spin, Mental masturbation is a totally unnoticable sin, So I pretend to sit at my desk at work, But the truth is mental masturbation is drivng me beserk No one knows, I'm 900 miles away In a lustful fantasy land reliving our Rendezvous from the other day. Sweet Mental Masturbation My Love!! The weight of the world lies on my head, At night, I just think and toss in my bed. The problems, the sadness, this is not how it is suppose to be, A void so deep, the bottom is impossible to see. I yearn for the passion, that spark I once knew. that feeling of completeness that intensity known by few, A t

Poetry/writing
See the pretty girl, in the pretty dress. such a pretty life, such a pretty mess... prety little fingers, pretty little toes. funny that she cries, funny that she knows... pretty little lips, pretty little skin. ever such a child, she has been hurt again. In her pretty eyes, there's a deep distress. There was a pretty heartbreak that left her a pretty mess. He was a pretty rebel, he was a pretty boy. he was her pretty world, but she was his pretty toy. She loved her pretty man with all her pretty heart And on the day he left her, it tore her heart apart. Now our pretty heroine In her pretty dress Takes up her pretty little knife and dies a pretty death. We f a l l Together, like a memory. Fragments, Pieces, Of a perfect life. He, a Dark Dream. I, a turbulent Storm. Yet sometimes, Nothing is as it seems Love. Hate. T

Poetry
This is a bit of free verse I wrote after breaking up with my ex-fiancee. SMASHED A pumpkin smashed in the street; Bleeding, pulsating, still beating; The anguish of your tracks stinging. The seeds of love squashed. It’s core pounded to mush. It’s face carved in your image By the sharp blade of betrayal. Lonely and broken; Fodder for the unfaithful; Rotting, stinking, dying. I wrote this a few years ago for my ex-fiancee and it was later published in a poetry anthology, but I wanted to share it with my friends here at CherryTAP: FOR MY LOVE Your eyes, like sapphires, sparkle silently In the dead of night, yet say so much. Your ruby lips, so full and rich, Make me quiver, longing for your touch. Your body, sleek and sexy, Like a jaguar springs to my loins A burning fire that fills me with passion And desire for our bodies, as one, to be joined. Your flaxen hair, like dappled sunlight shines, Reflecting its beauty to the far corners of my soul. And yo

Poetry/songs I Wrote
It was the stupid green shirt I hated How you'd smoke your ciggarrettes in peace You and I so Ill-fated It was that goofy smile that set my soul at ease You couldn't be resisted Take part in the show A role I never knew existed Tell me lies I'm too naive to know Take my hand tell me you love me Away from the truth is where I'll be So many desecrations Too many fabrications Love lost, pain gained Collaborating souls If only it could have been maintained It was you who took me through many tolls Not knowing what will be faced So far away it can't be traced And I tried tried so hard To be what you wanted me to be I loved loved so hard I was blinded and couldn't see Those big blues eyes They took me on a run-around How was I supposed to know they'd be my demise I thought it was me you found It was you I lost So quicky you tossed Keep Running A time when I was so perfect You loved everything about me We laughed at everything and absolutely nothing

Poetry And What Not
I sit in darkness, Missing you, Wanting you. I'm haunted by your face. The softness of your kiss, Still remains on my lips. The falsehood of our love, A knife in my heart. The falling away, A knife in my back. The blood from these wounds, Flowing as tears from my eyes. The memory of you, And the thought of loss, Brings unending pain to my soul. So I turn my back to you, To dwell in the shadows, And bleed my sorrow away. Caress my heart Before you rip it out Nurse my addiction Ease my pain Life teeters Sways in your breeze Fall to my knees Taste the rain Death beckons Stares silently Seductive eyes Penetrate my brain Love is a cycle Pick me up Let me fall No longer sane I'm trying to find the reason, Why this world's so cold. The mask I throw on daily, Is beginning to grow old. I've hid my face for far too long, I fear it might be lost. I want to end the sadness, No matter what the cost. I'm hanging by a single thread, Should I cut the stra

Poetry
The eyes of an ageless wonder Weary through years of pain Blaze my trail uncaring Sinner in every way Pray for me mindless sheep Seek salvation for my soul Nothing can help me now I'm internally cold Everything is grey now Surviving by grit & sense An outsider looking in Holding together my life Pieces of my heart Left everywhere I stumble Nothing left for me But to face the world alone Just say she was someone So far form home Whose life was so lonesome She died all alone Who dreamed pretty dreams That never came true Oh why was she born So black and blue?

Poetry
Looking Inside Take a look to the inside Tell me what you see. Or if that's too much to ask Take a look at me. See what you have tarnished Let ride in the muddy stream. Take a look to the inside Are you what you seem? Or did you let the black smoke choke you? Has your conscience gone and died? Take a look to the inside, then tell me you have tried. Where can I put my focus so that I can see clear? I can't look to the inside God, I have too much fear. Copyright ©2006 Elizabeth Anne Pierson In This House In this house there is pain. In this house there is anger. In this house there is fear. In this house there is guilt. In this house there is depression. In this house there is a young woman. She can't take living in this house Anymore. So she tries to take her life In this house. Her mother finds her laying on her Bed in this house. And at that moment they all realize That things need to Change In this house. Copyright ©2006 Eli

Poetry
A minds capture, rapture of thought Feelings concealed so you thought Secrets untold, secrets unfold I cant help but think about the lie you told Hearts conceal but eyes reveal Why not say how you truly feel My thoughts are open, true and told My hearts breaks while secrets unfold My soul shivers with fear My eyes water and shed a few tears I can not say what the future holds I can't understand because I am not told Strength against lieing yet heres a mirror A window for me..I see much clearer My love is true, passionate and kind My hands tremble as I begin to unwind Thoughts of you throughout the day I come home and in bed I lay I continue to wonder..searching for reasons I can't help but feel betrayed beyond reason Untold secrets can't hide from the eyes Truth is held behind a blanket of lies My heart melts when I hear your voice I can't help but wonder why you made this choice A friendship is dear to a persons heart Truth was told all from the start Why now

Poetry
Looking through the seeing glass I see the light of what will pass Hover cars and techno tones Refuge holes and human bones New pets, marks, fish, and cheers Pictures, art, food, and beers Robots watch our little kids Ruined math and screwed up grids Computer games and viruses Extinct and dying irises No sun, moon, stars, or grain The future holds so many pains Looking through the seeing glass I see the light of what will pass Wars with weapons undefined Guns, bazookas, born in mind Songs with curses new and old Porno art that’s over-sold Living on the moon is great A million new verbs to conjugate No water, soil, land, or love No God, worship, friends, or dove Dumber dogs and smarter cats Annoying birds and fatter rats Looking through the seeing glass I see the light of what will pass The future’s going to be great But let’s think of the rest With all the problems now, you think The future is the best? Now there’s wars and angry gangs Then ther

Poetry
Crooked pictures Broken glass Abstract paintings of my past Not quite sure of how I feel Before the crusifix I kneel Torn up photo's scattered about I raise my voice to scream and shout Injustice to the weaker ones Both the daughters and the sons The mothers and the fathers too Brothers, sisters, me and you Forgiveness for the judges please The one's who hold the shackle keys Captives relesed and free to go With guards still posted, high and low Kelley Michelle Turbyfill Copyright ©2006 Kelley Michelle Turbyfill i'll see u under the stars i'll see u whereever u are i'll see u whenever the moon light beems i'll only see u in my dreams i'll see u when i close my eyes i'll see u under in the darkest of skies i'll see u whereever the night time schemes i'll only see u in my dreams i'll see u when i lay down i'll see u when my tear drops drown i'll see u when i cry myself to sleep i'll only see u in my dreams i'll see u while lightening bugs dance i'll s

Poet-try
I havent been feeling like doing much lately. I guess i figured that if i just start writing thn something will magically appear from the keyboard that I havent been able to find on my own. I don't really think I'll be able to hold a job, ever. I realized this finally after 2 years of proof, It shouldn't be this way but I don't see the light where I become this hugh impact player on the world seen. Fuck it, even the neighborhood scene, I just want to do what I want to do all the time. If that conflicts with your interests then we can part ways. I have submilinally trained myself for whatever the fuck it is that I do. It's not anyones perfect picture of what life should be, but it seems to work for me. My arrogance is going to be what ultimately forces me to the challenge that I won't be able to overcome. It's just at this point you have to keep fighting. The trampoline that I have under me is made of dental floss and cardboard. I'm 300 feet up and juggling fire, but it's f

Poetry
rolling darkness A black existence. Where sky meets earth on the terrible horizon. Stretching out for centuries. Extending on and on in mingled, primordial shades of dimness. Mists mixing with air mixing with sky. And here I sit, so trivial. A fleck of sand in a wasteland of shattered glass. So disappointed. Wholly unmindful of the wonders of the world. Far too weary from regret. I peer out, through rust scented screen, out into the great, abyssal world below. And all at once, as the whistling wind and cooling rain blow in upon me I hear the howling moan. It burrows deep into my heart. A promise carried within the ungodly sound, an oath of suffering. And grief is abruptly summoned by this night. And with it, the uninvited monster of woe. Limitless, this beast, but with a soft, melodic whisper. It begs for me to relent. Implores that I would yield to it’s enticing request. The world opens it’s infinitely vast mouth and the mist below me presents itself with a loving vow. A promise

Poetry And Writings
How do you explain to this pain How today has become yet tomorrow this pain this heart this love Now nothing more then sorrow A sorrow that morrow will never be In your eyes, I see a love grown cold, your love now fading, Hidden in fear buried in pain, And covered in tears, You fade away, But through my eyes, you shall shine for all the world to see, in my eyes you shall never fade away, can i be the one to ease your pain, and stop these tears like never ending rain, for i could never make the pain fade away, for your grace is defined by the pains you face, In my arms, holding you close, i see your love growing, as I chase away your fears, ease your pains, and kiss away all your tears, you forever shine, through my eyes, you shall shine for all the world to see, in my eyes you shall never fade away, can i be the one to ease your pain, and stop these tears like never ending rain, for i could never make the pain fade away, f

Poetry Or Some Shit
Warning this is a REALLY Fucked up story squeamish should not proceed.Please leave comments with your thoughts. Kidnapped Harem(Chapter 1) By The Master Nine inch nails is playing in the background and the drum's Boom Pssh Boom Pssh is drowning out the screams. Intentionally he plays this when he calls to mating his harem. All 5 neighborhood women Kidnapped and bound in his soundproofed basement. Only he can hear the screams when he violates them in various ways while they're tied up in several positions. The oldest is 45 she has her arms shackled to the wall and her feet bound to the floor so she is forced to lean over with her now reddened ass in the air. He masturbates to the squealing everytime he smacks her ass with his cattle prod. SMACK (EEEEEE) Smack(EEEEEE) "Squeal Bitch Squeal" He exclaims after each sharp torture he inflicts on her naked bottom. "Leave her alone you Sick Fuck" shouts his newest acquisition he refers to as Tori. She appears to be 19 or 20 to him but to be hon

Poetry
both feel the same happy near each other yet sad at the same time two lovers dreams shattered by two years time, if they could only realize two years is no great distance, they could be happy together pushing everyone away, he wonders why no one likes him little does he realize that it is his fault he loved her, but he pushed her she wasn't ready to be in a relationship he became angry and blamed her slowly he pushed her away all he wants at this point is for her to be happy yet still he causes more pain. he suddenly realizes what he has done yet it cannot be undone Torn between two worlds Torn between descisions Torn between love and hate Torn between two lives Suddenly he is in the middle Of nowhere with no options Two people can be seen in the Distance Two people with whom he is Very close Suddenly they both vanish to be replaced with nothingess Now he has no clue as to who he is Now he has no one to turn to Life seems meaningless No love to l

Poetry
You ever feel like nothing around you is real and that no one really cares. It makes me wonder why should I try. I am just like everyone eles and deserve to be treated the same. I have a heart and I have feelings when something hurts I cry. People make me feel so empty inside. Makes me think don't try and you wont cry. I wish the pain would just pass me by. I can give and give but what good does that do cause in the end my tears just fall like the rain till I am more empty inside. At the end of the day I just feel so dead inside. People come and go in and out of your life they say that they are your friends and that you matter but where are they when you need them. When you need their shoulder or just someone to tell you that you will make it through and that the pain with go away. Where are they when you are dying inside? When you are drowneding on all those tears that you are holding in? The expect you to be there for them at the drop of a hat but can never make the time for you

Poetry
In the swirling mist, my path is lost, no turning back, it's the cost... To the darkness, forever I am bound, for me, final salvation is found... My darkest secret, black veil of death, in it's cold embrace, I take no breath... Final sacrifice, split blood, out, from veins just flood... Everlasting hunger, my final cross, in the misery of past, it is no loss... Last drops of life, poured from the dead, sacrifice for this night, made for the undead... by SorrowMan Love me, my razor blade. Peel my skin, make me scream. Sink so deep, make me weep. Cut my flesh, make me bleed. Take my life, set me free. by SorrowMan With nice little twist, I slit my wrist... Not waiting life to kill, rather my own blood I spill... It's my own choice, I have no fears, only pain, in eyes some unshed tears... On the floor, blood making stains, slowly releasing me from my pains... Bloody stains, stains like in my soul, caused by all the pain, thi

Poetry I've Found
With rivers flowing down her cheeks and thunder cursing through her veins. With never ending heartache and continuously building pain. Running thorugh the streets, screaming in the park, "I know you never loved. Without me you're better off". Of course he never loved me, I'm but a useless screwed up kid. But I'm not sure what I'll do without him, he was my reason to live. He got away with more than anyone, scared me more then ever before. But I made just one simple mistake, our relationships no more. I always knew this was bound to happen. I was only chasing a dream. Nothing's ever right for me, This is just another scene. I'm sitting in my room and I think of what you said, "I don't care what you did goodbye", I knew he never cared. All those nights wasted, all that credit that I burned. I should have been more careful, you're just anopther lesson to learn. Babe my heart is bleeding, you promised not to hurt me. You said you hated fighting, I was right, I'm not

Poetry From My Heart
wish id known 0 Comments Journal Entry by kittycelt about 2 hours ago wish id known how your leaving would change me wish id known your leaving would make me see wish id known your leaving would make me strong then id have known your leaving wasnt wrong. if i had known how strong i was if i had known it was all because if i had known that all my love would never have been enough, i would have never tried to fight i would have let leave my sight i would never have let you break my heart and i never would have caused these scars. i am stronger now than i thought i could be i am stronger now than you could ever see i am stronger now than ever at your knee and i found out that someone could love me. so im setting you free from me so im letting you release me cloudscelt is no gone forever more because you walked out the door. im better now without you im better now i dont need you so im better now thou i love you still even though im moving on i always will. thank you for loving me long

Poetic Ramblings
Change...shit...it's exciting...yet frightening. And it's a shame how some people, out of fear, seem to cling to this mindset of...embrace the old...screw the new. But as for this lonely poet...I'm ready. Ready to adopt a new philosophy. Ready to change my current direction cuz quite possibly there's nothing for me where it's headed. Ready to take steps along this new road that to my peers...just appears to be dreaded. Ready to pour out my heart and soul creating something better than Keith and if you don't like it...Fuck you...that's right, I said it. I'm ready for my world to revolve around ME. I'm tired of you How do you respond to that? Family is supposed to have your back But no matter how far I back track I can't justify her saying those words to me. From my brother...maybe cuz since he was a baby he's been in my shadow following in my foosteps and when he didn't, it was deemed failure? just cuz he didn't follow in my success? Shit...years down the road an

Poetry
by Marjorie Pickthall When the first dark had fallen around them And the leaves were weary of praise, In the clear silence Beauty found them And shewed them all her ways. In the high noon of the heavenly garden Where the angels sunned with the birds, Beauty, before their hearts could harden, Had taught them heavenly words. When they fled in the burning weather And nothing dawned but a dream, Beauty fasted their hands together And cooled them at her stream. And when day wearied and night grew stronger, And they slept as the beautiful must, Then she bided a little longer, And blossomed from their dust. ~Marge Tindal~ ©2000 She walked across the land, though her leaving made us cry. Her spirit crossed the great divide to that longhouse in the sky. No more will she walk across my night or my day ... except on the wind that touches my face or the laughter from a child of grace. Perhaps in the song a meadow lark sings

Poetry
Everytime I see her She brightens up each day Her smile is like a thousand suns So much I wish to show her So much I long to say To tell her she's the only one. The one who's in my thoughts when I lie awake at night The one I hold close in my dreams. These things I tell her not I falter at her sight My tongue a mess of knots, it seems. Rejections, past, still haunt me My own fear holds me back. Yet I feel it's time for someone new. Courage, strength be with me I shall not be turned back I must follow the path I feel is true. If she would only see the light that's shining, From deep within mine eyes, Or felt the warmth flowing from my heart My soul's passion, out of hiding Might take her by surprise, And from there, at last, a chance to start This poem came to me while fighting with insomnia at 5 in the morning...I don't know I just woke up and my brain got to going...so here it goes... Life seems longer,

Poetry
Goodbye, goodbye again So weighed down Drowning in my sins I go down to the altar I genuflect the deities there I was told I was a star Where is the light? Where is the light I was supposed to shine? Are all stars as obscure as I? Was it all a lie? Was it all a lie? Goodnight, goodnight again Nightmares wait For me to come to bed I go down to the water I wash the blood off there I was told I was great What happened to me here? What happened to me here That stole me away into fear? Are the great as lost as I? Was it all a lie? Was it all a lie? Goodbye, goodbye again For the last kiss on your fiery skin I go down to the fire I burn my iniquities there I was told I was beautiful What happened to my visage? What happened to my visage? I was supposed to be this wonderful image. Is all beauty as horrid as this? Was it all a lie? Was it all a lie? Goodnight, goodnight again One more kiss You give my flesh and then We go down to our dreams

The Poet - Qaiuo A. Sio
the sun didn't shine the day she didn't smile, mild cool weather was the forcast then. but in those grey clouds, eye's like sunshine, seemed hid behind blinds, like thoughts in my mind, of holding her til death, like my last breath, in and every step seemed to flutter, like words when i studdered. "why the long face...?" her eye's seemed to roll, then link with the pupils on my face, no words but a shrug of the shoulders, i could tell that life had her tied down, to rolling stones like Jagger. just to make her smile i'd travel a few miles. the truth is i needed it, i can't smile cause i always seem defeated. or depleted, from the energy the sun would be giving me if only she'd smile. what am i? if she's the sun and i need her to smile, slumped in the grass, my time grew nearer, sicker became the frame, from winch these words were delivered. and in a clouded mirror said this flower, to the pretty girl, you can cut me from this world, if i

Poetry
I wear mine to hide what's within me. I found people prefer the painted smile, And glittering gemstone eyes. Some days it wore thin. And people saw past that pretty face. I found happiness once... And when I removed the mask to show the world Friends turned from me. Only happy when I'm not...truly. There were days when it cracked. And people got an ugly little taste. So I built this mask to hide what's within me. Made of metal. It has a lock with no key. Once in place there will be only a painted smile. Glistening gemstone eyes. I found happiness once... But I was forsaken by the world. By the ones that meant so much to me. Once in place it will all be done. No one will know. Not until I am gone within. Dust...blown away with the wind. Only a mask to remember me. Lost in a world I built myself I'll hold it on my shoulders A place for everyone else Keep you safe as I can Down in the darkness I will stay To hold you in the light. Lost in my world, Wandering

Poetry From The Heart
As I looked at my life I saw a shattered soul, to bring God here was my new goal. My heart was greatly torn. Has it been this way since I was born. I could not feel nothing at all, because most of the time I was hurt by yall. I need God to heal my heart, and make all my pains just brake apart. Your love has set me free, Thank you Lord now I can finally just be me. LaKesha Lennie Edmay Meaux Copyright ©2007 LaKesha Lennie Edmay Meaux Can you look in my eyes, and see my heart? Can you take my hand, and tell we'll never part? Can you always tell the truth, and never make me cry? Can yo hear my soul, and still love me when I die? Can you say you'll never hurt me, and keep me from all harm? Can you hold me through the struggles, and a cold winter storm? Can you always hold, and love only me? Can you truely say you care, and I'm the only one you see? I need to know all about you, and what will come, Than to you, my heart, you may have some. LaKesha Lenni

Poetry By Lupodiavolo
Ethereal You Your eyes burn warm as embers, winters sultry pyre. Flaming deep inside of me, torturous desire. Your chest as warm as summer, and through the night I lay. Knowing it's time to leave you, but I can only stay. Sing for me sweet angel, those words of Seraphim, Kiss but once so softly, let my dreaming end. Lips as ripe as berries, a kiss so close to wine. Lie beside me darling. Tonight I wish you're mine. Wings so soft and tender, no better lovers bed. As your arms still wrap about me, and hands caress my head. Let me hold you closely, slipping deep inside. For when again it's morning, You'' know with me you've lied. D. Cohen LupoDiavolo I can smell the storm about you. Over your flesh that tingles with it's hidden electric. I can feel like a distant rumble the thunder, beneath your breath, welling beneath your breasts as your chest rises and falls. I can see the flash behind your eyes and revel in the majesty of your sensual winds. My hair we

Poetry
It took a while for the sun to rise today I'm wondering if it will be the day That I will see you again You never used to disappear like you have now had the courage to always speak your mind something changed along the way Walked a path where flowers become windswept tried to remember your face in a memory To only see you once again It would be the best gift to man to finally know where I went wrong here only questions, never an answer The night turns to day and seasons change along the way but your face remains the same I want to forget I want to go on but somehow i'm left with a face that burns in my heart These are my confessions I hope they serve you well and reach your ears wherever you truly are i'd sing them forever and always If I thought that they would make you return I wonder though, would it make a difference? to have the answers now. The night turns to day and seasons change along the way but your face remains the same I want to fo

Poetry
The night terrors that run thru my eyes of me running and searching trying to find my guys i see it again unfold in my head the shrapnal the screams the whole reason they are dead seeing the movement ruffly 300 metes away so natural so innocent on such a warm fall day i never thought that might be the end of me i never thought someone could hold such a key i thought i was invincable just like superman tho i found out differnt when i hit the cold unforgiving land ~The Only Fear~ As I laid steady took aim at your heart I never thought that shot would tear me apart you were a simple child by age I wanted to burn my book when I put your name on the page the whites of your eyes haunt me every night so young an innocent so happy hopeful an bright By: COUNTRYY ~ONE of Five~ When I rolled you over saw the look in your eyes, I knew you'd gone to the castel in the sky. I hugged you tight to say goodbye, not knowing why you were the one to die. I p

Poetry
Shudder from your touch. These emotions They are just Too Much I feel the urge: The fire and heat. I need your kiss: Delicious and sweet. Shiver down my spine From the way you Simply say 'You're mine.' author:unknown Dream Lover by Nina She wakes every morning with a smile on her face. She felt his love in her sleep. Dreamed of his embrace. Although she's never met his body. His heart she does feel. Anytime she has loved before. Has never felt so real. There is no explanation for it. Not one has she yet found. But OMG the feeling she gets when he is around. Although it may end tomorrow. The memory will not fade. For in her heart a life long friend. She feels that she has made. She hopes it last forever. She prays that they do meet. She dreams of the day her online love. sweeps her off her feet. Sealed With A Kiss by Rima Darkstar Sealed with a kiss, tied up with a rose; And as you are reading, my love for you grows. When

Poetry
The time of the Ancient Ones is coming to an end my children. This planet was once swimming with those of us whom would die a glorious death to be reborn or re-awakened knowing that of our former selves and lives. To incorporate our prior knowledge to the present and encompass our very livelihood. But as the centuries have passed, we have forgotten how to remember. Forgotten to pay the respects due to the elder Ancient Ones and our ways. They have changed the rituals, the music, and the dance..... As for this old dragon, the last of his kind on this old world; we are tired. We wish for the slumber of the ages. We wish and hope for the music to stop and the dance to cease and be no more..... ok, we'll start with a slow breast message. licking and sucking gently...working my way down u'r stomach and tickling u'r belly button with my tongue then i'll continue downward licking the skin between there and just the top of u'r pussy...teasing u as i run my tongue around the very outer li

Poetry
sometimes the heart isn't so right sometimes I just want to be out of site I can feel my sirit wasting away into nothing If only I could feel love or something The yearning for death seems to be stronger I can't hold in the pain much longer I just want to grab the knife once again And slice deep and the process begin I feel so sick, and the tears a here once more I'm tired of the game, that you have to score To get anywhere in life I just don't want anymore strife Thats why maybe if I'm gone it will too Because I'm just not making it through I've failed everyone Everything has come undone Everything I touch It breaks so much I just can't gone on... Fuck it I'm done... Fallen in the deep sea, Forever drowning in the depression of the world. Sinking like a stone hurled. The depression has seeped into me like a sponge. There's no way I can get this wieght off that feels like a ton. slipping...slipping away from reality. It's harder and harder to breathe til it's

Poetry 2
If ever there was no nose My life would be real hell I would not stop and sniff the rose Because I could not smell. You haven’t got a clue What she does endure Tragic life, not knowing If they’ll ever find a cure You sit and stare And judge her ways Avoiding her Assume she’s crazed But she is just trying To deal with what she’s dealt Constant voices haunting her She’s hiding what she’s felt They’re telling her she’s useless In everything she does You tell her to snap out of it And not to make a fuss And this pushes her over the edge She is close to snapping You blame her, call her mad But this sickness is so trapping And so you fail to see Her side that loves and cares You miss out on all that’s good Given the chance she would be there Pushing aside her illness And all the fear she feels To help you through the tough times Understanding what is real You just write her off Because that’s easier Your ignorance is bliss Life’s simpler with

Poetry
I Love You I love your eyes. Everytime I look into them, I am lost. I fall deeper and deeper into the spell they cast upon me. I can't help but look. I love you smile. Everytime you smile at me, I feel the warmth of the sun shinning down on me. It warms me more than cuddling in front of a brand new fire. I can't help but smile back. I love your kisses. Everytime your lips touch mine, I feel an endless stream of passion. It sends me on a journey, a journey in which I do no mind taking. I can't help but kiss you. I love your touch. Everytime your skin touches mine, I feel the most enlivening feeling I have ever felt. It is the feeling of a pounding heart and a shivering soul. I can't help but touch you. I love everything about you....... This is a poem dedicated to soeone I love very much but can't be with cause I messed up... When I close my eyes... I can see your face.. My heart calls out, wanting you with me in this special place.. I can feel

Poetry
i drown in the thoughts of togetherness for us to be as one then i snap back into reality and realize.... whats done is done. i cannot hold you close to me cant keep you by my side i've finally come to terms with this although countless times i've cried. i do not want to push you away but i cannot keep you near for when i think of the love thats passed my eyes fill up with tears. i want nothing more then to have you back and to let my feelings show but its time for me to forget your love and let what once was.... go. hold me tonight and never let me go, i want to melt in your arms, i love you so.for just one moment i dont want to feel lifes pain, i want to remember in life what i have gained. when you hold me in your arms all i feel is warmth. a soft golden touch and i am no longer torn. your magic and your love just lifts my life so i can feel protected for just one night. i know you cant be here all the time for me, dear, so just hold me for tonight so i have no

Poetry From Hot Ppl
Get your own glitter and more at BlingyBlob.com Cool Slideshows The sweet taste of love Still lingers in my mind A succulent tasty morsel A treasure worth its find A wet and juicy fruit That fills my mouth with joy Like candy to a baby An edible sexy toy With nectar sweet as honey A syrup of flowing silk Like a bubbly kind of lava As smooth as warm clear milk It breathes with scented oils Like a flower in the mist And blossoms when caressed By the feel of a lover's kiss A dessert at its very best When embraced with lots of love I know I'll never get enough Of this treat I'm thinking of Tasting me, My arms embrace you, My lips crush yours, My tongue demands entrance, I feast, I gorge, Tasting you. (Thank you for sharing your work with me)

Poetry
Your broken heart and silent tears Can never replace the one lost dear. Why this happened no one knows The hurt and the sadness in your eyes show. Put on a brave face you think you must, Even for those in whom you trust. Never letting the pain come through, Though it would be alright for you to do. Destiny and fate had other plans, Another time you will walk hand in hand. Know that for now she is where she should be, She'll be back again to take place in our family. The touch of your hand as it caressess my skin, Adds fuel to the fire of passion burning within. To give in to this need, In my heart it is wrong, Still the desire within me grows ever so strong. Your touch , it is burning now, setting me on fire,there's no turning back as you take me higher and higher. I can't stop these feelings as they burst from inside, What was once left unsaid I can no longer hide. These feelings within me, what now should I do The pain and the pleasure that you've put me

Poetry
INVENTARIO Cuento de Martha Cerda Mi vecino tenía un gato imaginario. Todas las mañanas lo sacaba a calle, abría la puerta y le gritaba: "Anda, ve a hacer tus necesidades". El gato se paseaba imaginariamente por el jardín y al cabo de un rato regresaba a la casa, donde le esperaba un tazón de leche. Bebía imaginariamente el líquido, se lamía los bigotes, se relamía una mano y luego otra y se echaba a dormir en el tapete de la entrada. De vez en cuando perseguía un ratón o se subía a lo alto de un árbol. Mi vecino se iba todo el día, pero cuando volvía a casa el gato ronroneaba y se le pegaba a las piernas imaginariamente. Mi vecino le acariciaba la cabeza y sonreía. El gato lo miraba con cierta ternura imaginaria y mi vecino se sentía acompañado. Me imagino que es negro (el gato), porque algunas personas se asustan cuando imaginan que lo ven pasar. Una vez el gato se perdió y mi vecino estuvo una semana buscándolo; cuanto gato atropellado veía se imaginaba que era el suyo, hast

Poetry & Spokenword By S.m.hall
This was a flyer from a night I headlined a poetry reading at a local Caf'e ~[]~ Many people wear mask to concealed they are fake Talking trash in their head,... while they smile in your face Then as soon as you are out of earshot,... they bash you to your peers Phony ass friends that would mock your tears They’re two-faced frauds with wicked intent Manipulating others, so perceptions are bent They will lie & they will cheat Trust them if you dare But the cycle is bound to repeat & leave you worse for the wear Marq, my words Sooner or later their treacherous ways Will surface again to leave you dazed It’s a cycle of trickery that chisels away At your faith in others, compounding your dismay So be careful whom you believe, for there are but a few. Be weary of the counterfeit; to thy own self be true. And to the bogus beings, covertly on the make. Pick a face & be real for god sake! Copyright 2007 'All Rights Reserved' S.M(arQ).Hall Written: 12

Poetry From When I Was In High School
Drowning in my Sorrows As the problems mount the mornings light turns into night. Setting the mood for an endless sea of catastrophes. The waves keep pounding relentlessly one by one smothering me. Gasping for air its no use realizing I'm going to die a silent death. Isolating my self form the rest of the world. Pushing away any chance of rescue. At times I feel like dying, my heart, and mind are crying, I want to die a kind of suicide. I manage to stay afloat for the moment not submerging to my demise. I've hurt my best friends because of self sulking. Thinking back, what have I done. Apologizing, confronting my wrongs. A glint of light off in the distance. Which I had thought was the sun gleaming off the ever shifting water's. Now coming closer. Back to the comfort of dry land. I find my self bewildered trying to understand how things got so bad. Its quite painful when thought about. How I let my self drown in my sorrows blind of reality. By, James

Poetry
I think that I might fly away, in my hot air balloon, And hide from worldly worries on the dark side of the moon; There’s but one thing I need before I float into the blue: I need a sky companion and I want it to be you. We’ll fly beyond the storm clouds and we’ll watch from up above, I’ll cover you in rainbows as we feel each others’ love; You’ll shower in the stars at midnight in our special place, I’ll dry you with a comet’s tail and kiss your beaming face. Dreamy drifting panorama, changing every day, Every night your loving smile will be my milky way, The moon will wane before us, sailing there in heaven’s height, For nothing else can challenge our love’s everlasting light. Venus shining on us, glowing soft at our devotion, Our daily drifting dalliance in love’s celestial ocean, I’ll write you lovers’ poetry, and you will be my muse, Orion and Andromeda will oversee our cruise. We’ll sleep with clouds as pillows, maybe steal an angel’s wings, Then fly as m

Poetry And Rhymes
Pitter Patter, the rain drops Seem never to end. When you think it’s all finish, Pitter Patter, you hear it again. The blessings God gave us, Straight from the heavens above. Glorifying us with showers Expressing his love. They seem like tears Which sometimes gently washes away? All our sorrows, all our fears. And after, a brighter day. Then comes the sunlight Beaming through the sky, Makes us give more thanks To the almighty on high. As in the beginning, he made The heavens and earth Man also in his true image We were created And now give birth To a beautiful day With sun and rain Life’s precious commodity We must all maintain. Written by Ainsley Carter aka coolmccool

Poetry
How can I tell you when tears fall and words scar my broken heart? How can I deny you when all's lost and you're there lost and alone? How can I continue when our love and shared dreams just aren't enough? Silence hovers over as a cement weight ready to obliviate, blessed escape release. Tension stifles as a smoke filled wind unbearable, caustic, then clarity. Fury burns as kerosene volitile, explosive smothered. Metallic shine silver Embossed symbolic pride Motherland incarnate Flawless, precious. Dulled luster fades Engraving withered, gone Balding near extinction Broken, dying. Two sides come together Night into day, black to white Merged, unstoppable Both priceless.

Poetry Of Assorts If It Is Marked Nsfw Then Don't Read While At Work...
Sitting here alone. Feeling miserable and not sure why. Wishing I wasn't alone, Knowing he will be home later. This knowledge doesn't help me know. Sigh, i'm sitting here alone. I open my eyes and look around warily. Once again all I see is fog. I walk slowly in the direction in which I am needing to go. As I step further into the fog, I start to feel the slightest of touch. I can feel the despair, heartache, and other emotions of those who reach out and touch me but, I cannot see them. As I continue walking the weight of the fog grows to such a dense that, silent tears start to fall down my face. After a few minutes I reach my destination and when I enter that place, at least for a little while I have been released from the fog. I sit inside with the all the curtains closed, and the lights turn on. This is an attempt to simulate the sunlight in my mind. Try so hard to be cheerful but, it doesn't ever seem to last. Unless, I am curled up with a loved one. I go outside

Poetry And Writing
yes, i am strange, but seriously... still life... did you actually read it? let me know- why? why not? do you think you learned anything about me? what is it? do you think you know what is mine, what is hers, what we share? have you ever looked into someones refrigerator and tried to figure out who they are? do i need more therapy? if these were painted on canvas would you stand and read them? do you think i stood in my kitchen and wrote all this stuff down? or do you think i made it up? when you look at your space what do you see of yourself? what do our possesions tell people about us? how well do you have to know someone to know what belongs to them and what doesn't? if someone found your wallet or bag, what would they think of you? if someone broke into your house, would they find you? if your housecleaner or one night stand needed a snack and rifled your kitchen, what would they learn about you? if someone ran out of toilet paper

Poetry
If I Can Stop IF I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain. - Emily Dickinson Your Porn Star Name Is... Spanky BottomsWhat's Your Porn Star Name?

Poetry
SEVENTY-FIVE YEARS Ladies and Gentlemen: We are gathered here to join in the celebration of the year… Most commonly marked by the presentation of diamonds. This by the way is what we wanted to do for you today; but thought that Ford, Chrysler or GM would do just as well. I guess in our wee little minds The only way that we can comprehend time Beyond that redundant tick, tick, ticky Of our classic Mickey… Mouse clock Is to reach for the oldest thing we think we see Because the wisdom of time is truly the greatest mystery It’s strange how most of the tie we don’t understand But wee too have seen it slip through our hands Leaving us with what could have been And remembrance of all those days when Yeah it was good way back then No doubts and I remembers for a dear old friend But this is now and the challenge of today Is to figure how As time keeps slipping away How do you remain so spry? And keep that delightful twinkle in your eye The pessimists woul

Poetry
There are gifts of many treasures For both the young and old, From the tiniest little trinkets To great boxes filled with gold. But, put them all together And they could not stand in lieu, Of the greatest gift of all The gift of knowing you. When your times are filled with troubles Sadness, grief, or even doubt, When all those things you planned on Just aren't turning out. Just turn and look behind you From the place at which you stand, And look for me through the shadows And reach out for my hand. I will lift from you your burden And cry for you your tears, Bear the pain of all your sorrows Though it may be for a thousand years. For in the end I would be happy To have helped you start anew, It's a small price to pay For the gift of knowing you.

Poetry At Its Best
Today I take a walk, down memory lane Today I take a walk, in the rain Today I take a walk just because of you Tomorrow my walk will never be the same. Tomorrow what shall i do If all i had, was done for you Tomorrow, life may never be the same, Because of yesterdays hurt and pain. Yesterday my life was taken away Yesterday was sorrow as my life swayed Yesterday has gone I shall no longer be, My life has now been written in history. I Love you the same today as was yesterday but not as much as tomorrow. Copyrighted by Ainsley Carter aka coolmccool. 11/05/07 To be sure of Love Love is being patient Love is being Kind Love is being happy Having a clear but conscious mind Love is sharing special moments Love is taking a walk with the one you love Love is being able to say NO and Yes when appropriate Love is mainly being yourself to the One you LOVE Love is all of the above and more As we should all give our upmost To the one we adore, when we

Poetry
As you walk the roads at night, I follow always just out of sight. And sometimes you may feel me near, My footsteps in your mind you hear. I see you, tense, stop and stare, I hear you wondering who is there. Deep in the dark of the night you search, But your mortal eyes cannot see my perch. A flash of light within the dark, You feel fear come into your heart. And you flee to the places of human sin, Where footsteps are lost in the crawling din. Encased in the moving crowd, You feel safe and you feel proud. Until you notice them all leer, Their actions encouraged by the smell of your fear. They pull you into the night by your hair, Your clothes they rip and violently tear. Those Strangers ignore your cries of distress, You are surrounded by enemies in the darkness. But this darkness is my home, And through it I do freely roam. Those strangers now scream and try to fight, But they are no match for a true child of the night. Soothing words I whisper like a lover in

Poetry
The Air and The Blood With evry beat of our hearts Cruelty and Fate have kept us aprt Ages of pain through time descend With evry moment wish the hurting would end For a moment I see You Smile on Your face At last You have come to me Through time and space I reach out to touch You And then You are gone With a breath and a beat My heart carries on. Each day I miss You More than the last Til someone brings You to me Out of the past Now that I have found You Ill never let go My love to You You will always know You are the Air And the Blood to me And together we will stay for all Eternity For Rayne I Love You Layout Codes Myspace Resources Top Comment Graphics The touch of your hand as it caressess my skin, Adds fuel to the fire of passion burning within. To give in to this need, In my heart it is wrong, Still the desire within me grows ever so strong. Your touch , it is burning now, setting me on fire,there's no turning back as you take me hi

Poetry
RELAXINGI have traveled down many many roads in my life...And I have made many many mistakes along my path of much strife,Heartaches and misfortunes have played a huge part of who I have become to be...For I have learned through living, to not have regrets, to only learn from my experiences you see,Cause I have examined this world and realize that its the bad that makes the good, good, with out it, life would never change..There are many days emotions take over and I am a different person through each one I feel,Never keeping secrets though and in life I have always stayed Real!!Sometimes you may find me wide open laughing beyond ones measure of blissAnd at others you may find me crying out to others to understand me and the things I miss..For It's not the simple or materialistic things that my soul so desires...It's the inner beauty of creation, the sparkel in ones eyes,the thirsting down inside me that while living it inspires,Chirping birds songs that brighten up my day...even while

Poetic Princess
The heavens open it's doors and our souls escape to the ways of an eternal day. Oh my gentle breath of Love, forever are you lost to me. Forever lost, just as flowers of love wither and die. The sweet fragrance of wild flowers whispers in the breeze. As the image of you is forever engraved in my dreams. My thoughts seem lost in a world of darkness and emptiness. Searching for the love that once captured my emotional heart. Two souls that once entertwined by our love and passion. Without compassion my heart is broken by your absence. A heartfelt emotion without condition was given to you. My soul is now lost and alone without your eternal love. My heart says good-bye to my gentle breath of love. LOOK INTO MY EYES AND WHAT CAN YOU SEE NOTHING BUT A BOOK OF BROKEN DREAMS TO OPEN TO A PAGE COULD MEAN REGRET CAUSE I CAN'T PROMISE WHAT YOU WILL FACE MY HEART HAS BEEN BROKEN AND LIED TO THE HOPES AND DREAMS I HAD ARE FOR FOOLS LEFT BEHIND IS A SOU

Poetry
"Patience will not stand the test of time. It is eating us alive as we breathe. Sparing no soul as it chews us up into nothing." The years I’m keeping So, ever-fleeting By and by Goes my time Ages of freedom Moments so trapped The years I’m keeping Falling off track To learn is to know That these years come and go Leaving only traces And distant faces From the only ages We will never be again Falling through spaces in time Bewilderment in hues of blackened confusion Perplexed eyes staring into a million emotions Searching on a plateau of weariness Unforgotten flashes of endless time Flames scorching a forever torn heart Frozen feeling dancing in the wind Contradiction running on emptiness Gone

Poetry
When love is an affliction, There's not much one can do. Despite the way you've treated me, I'm still in love with you. I am the wave and you the rock Against which I must break: Again, again the crushing jolt, The pain I can't forsake; Again, again the long retreat To safety, far from shore, And then again, I don't know why, The long trip back for more. Perhaps it is nostalgia for A long uncertain glow, Or just some hope so beautiful I cannot let it go. Perhaps it is the need to try For those who must depend On who we are and what we do, For whom this should not end. What evil makes you hurt me so, What defect of the heart? What sense there is no greater whole Of which you are a part? What lonely choice that only you Be served by what you choose? What hard, hard fear of losing what It is a gift to lose? I dream sometimes my waiting love Has made you turn again. But you care only for yourself, And I must love in vain. I see your face in my s

Poetry
In seperate lives you find us, whirling in our worlds alone. The beauty of life is all around us, an echo of haunting oneness that the universe used to offer everyone, and now no one pays attention. We look to each other for solace, for the comfort of another like us, and find depths we have never imagined hidden in each other's eyes. Come walk with me in the torment of my heart, the cyclone of my mind, and we will find the steady walkway, the eternal peace that everyone has forgotten. Selfishness, greed, anger, everyone has those, and it makes them just like everybody else, when all they need to do is embrace the unnatural, the inner self they have denied for so long. Walk with me, and we will find this place, this solitude and silence that has waited for us... Watch as this solitude breaks free from its cage Sending everyone running, to hide from its rage When lonliness rears its misshapen head Soon inner hearts begin to dread What once was up is forever down Toppe

Poetry
If dreams could come true, I'd be there with you. If nightmares are real, I'd never know how you feel. If my heart was a safe, Only you would hold the key. If my tears started to fall, Its cause your not here with me. If my feet lead me away, Your hands guide me back. If my body's cold at night, Its cause your arms they lack. Led in her warm bath, Thinking about life. In such an awful mess, Not sure how she has got here. She had planned this night, Down to every little detail. To the messages she left people, To say her sorry's and good byes. She looks at her red arms, Watching the blood flow from her, Taking her life from her, Fading and withering like a flower. Like the rose she used to be, Its reached the end of its life. She was feeling to weak to think, Closing her eyes, listening to music. To songs that were her life, Sad, happy, love, death, and emptiness. Visions of her children in her head, Tears streaming down her face. They would be fine sh

Poetry
A simple child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? I met a little cottage girl: She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She has a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; --Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell." She answered, "Seven are we; And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. "Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother." "You say that two at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea, Yet ye are seven!-I pray you tell, Sweet maid, how this may be?" Then did the little maid reply, "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the Churchyard lie, B

Poetry - Look
I look from these spheres of sight, catching a glimpse of the tranquil light, miles apart from the life ive seen, images of pain and self loathing, pictures of hate and inner turmoil, a life on the run from my own shadows, afraid to aproach and shaken by desire, alone in this breading ground of ill repute, judged by the ignorant and stoned by society, held in contempt for my repented sins, never forgiven yet always forgotten, i stand alone on this shelf of madness, no-one 2 gaze at the wonder within, with war and destruction in every heart, i long for your eyes to seek my warmth, to open your heart and breath me life, to see me for me and not a ghost, open your eyes for you will see!

Poetry
What do you call two Mexicans playing basketball? Juan on Juan. What is a Yankee? The same as a quickie, but a guy can do it alone. What is the difference between a Harley and a Hoover? The position of the dirt bag. Why is divorce so expensive? Because it's worth it. What do you see when the Pillsbury Dough Boy bends over? Doughnuts. Why is air a lot like sex? Because it's no big deal unless you're not getting any. SOMETHING TO OFFEND EVERYONE PART II (JUST WARMING UP!) What do you call a smart blonde? A golden retriever. What do attorneys use for birth control? Their personalities. What's the difference between a girlfriend and wife? 45 lbs. What's the difference between a boyfriend and husband? 45 minutes. What's the fastest way to a man's heart? Through his chest with a sharp knife. Why do men want to marry virgins? They can't stand criticism. Why is it so hard for women to find men that are sensitive, caring, and good-looking? Be

Poetry
Sleeping Lady Sleeping Lady what is it that awakens thee? is it this song crying out from my heart or this boulder dropped into the sea? Should I whisper softly to you? Should I tug your rope-like hair? Roar into the rising sun? Ride you wild like a mare? Sleeping lady my muse manifest destiny Come sweet love again and again Come for me... 1-29-07 James C Leveroni Do NOT call Keep your distance Bite your tongue Uninvited in my space You will not crowd my breath of life or force your lack of self control upon this spirit in union with the mighty one... 2/18/07 James C Leveroni zero I let go of love she has yet to return so lay me down upon the equator that I may sleep one peaceful night not to awaken to feel this burn... 2/17/07 James C Leveroni

Poetry
I dont know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot. It makes me nervous I dont say the right things or perhaps I start to examine evaluate compute what I am saying. If I say, "Do you think it's going to rain?" and she says, "I dont know," I start thinking: Does she really like me? In other words I get a little creepy. A friend of mine once said, "It's twenty times better to be friends with someone than it is to be in love with them." I think he's right and besides its raining somewhere, programming flowers and keeping snails happy. That's all taken care of. BUT if a girl likes me a lot and starts getting real nervous and suddenly begins asking me funny questions and looks sad if I give the wrong answers and she says things like, "Do you think it's going to rain?" And I say, "It beats me," and she says, "Oh," and looks a little sad at the clear blue California sky, I think Thank God, i

Poetry
When I first met you I knew I could love you But yet I went away And still I saw you the next day Our second day together I felt I knew you forever When I went home I felt so alone Thinking about you Was all I could do Thats when I realized I needed you Now we are married And your child I shall carry We have had our ups And our downs Sometimes our feet Barley on the ground Being with you I have found That your love for me Is all the nourishment my heart needs Feelings I know you've been unhappy lately And theres nothing I can do It makes me so sad Seeing you so blue If only i could take the pain away Then maybe you could have one good day I love you And thats something you should know If it would make you smile Id kiss you on the cheek And then on the nose I know times are hard But please dont shut me out I love you more than anything Thats without a doubt I went online one day I was bored and looking to play I found a room and u were there

Poetry
YOU SAY I DO NOT KNOW YOU YOU SAY, “YOU DO NOT KNOW ME.” WHEN I SAY SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE. EACH TIME I HEAR YOU SAY THOSE WORDS; I REALLY WANT TO FIGHT. I GET SO UPSET BECAUSE THE FACT IS I DO KNOW YOU, AND I KNOW YOU WELL. NO ONE COULD TELL ME ANYTHING NEW ABOUT YOU AND THIS HOW YOU CAN TELL: I KNOW YOU LOVE YOUR PUPPY AND THAT TOBERS MAKES YOU SMILE. I KNOW THAT YOU HATE TRAFFIC AND DEALING WITH DIFFICULTY TAKES YOU A WHILE. I LEARN MORE EACH DAY AND I LOVE EVERY NEW THING THAT I LEARN. WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT ME, I THINK IT IS YOUR TURN. NOTHING HUH, OK I WILL GO AGAIN AND NAME A FEW MORE THINGS I KNOW. I KNOW THAT WHEN YOU ARE CRYING IS THE ONLY TIME YOUR TRUE FEELINGS SHOW. YOU LOVE YOUR FAMILY AND WOULDN’T TRADE THEM FOR THE WORLD. SEE, I KNOW A LOT; I LISTEN TO YOU, GIRL. I KNOW THAT YOU HATE MEANNESS AND I ALSO KNOW YOUR BIRTHDAY. I KNOW YOU BETTER THAN YOU THINK AND THAT’S ALL I HAVE TO SAY. I KNOW THAT YOU LIKE LOVE STORIES AND THAT YOU WANT ONE OF YO

Poetry
My Poetry This is my place of darkness. Where there is nothing but silence through-out the room. I love the smell of the room it smells like a crypt of black clouds through-out the room. It maybe creepy or scary yet blurry because of all the smoke. It's so cold like a basement cellar I hear faded darkside music of gothic realms of mysterious force of darkness. Where I see outside the dark tinted window where I see falling rose petals over a grave. Which could be kind of spooky at times but once you get use to it your doing just fine. Where I see this go on and on again you'll see the smoke once again. And you will feel like your tripping my friend. Don't get scared trust your doing fine. I cant believe what I am seeing a ghost raising from the grave. So let the haunting begin. So off I go to see this ghost and I didn't even get close so back inside I go again and I dont even know how this story began? By: William Allen Wish the darkness could take me away, like a ghost sayi

Poetry:hypnotic Knyght
Shadow Caress Shadow Caress soft caresses in the darkness in the shadow dreams where are you my darling when the seraphim keen? memories of your feather touch.. dark seduction i loved ever so much as the egyptian music played the smell of jasmine in the air as bodies twine and meld heat of passion on a desert night.. as the shadows dance upon the temple wall candle flickers ghosts dancing upon milk white skin.. the dance of the ages , dark seduction once again begins dark eyes pools with endless debth. how I still got lost in them come to me in the shadowland.. where the is no form of command let us just be a boy and a girl in the timeless sea let us love with out reason or thought.. cross all boundries in the real and surreal.. come meet me in shadowspace.. let us share eroticas grace or , perhaps find some new form of disgrace tye me up perhaps with bonds of silken rope the play of the knife cross

Poetry And Quotage
Who so loves believes the impossible. Elizabeth Barrett Browning A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous. Ingrid Bergman Duct tape is like the force. It has a light side, a dark side, and it holds the universe together. Oprah Winfrey A computer once beat me at chess, but it was no match for me at kick boxing. Emo Philips Evelyn Hope I. Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! Sit and watch by her side an hour. That is her book-shelf, this her bed; She plucked that piece of geranium-flower, Beginning to die too, in the glass; Little has yet been changed, I think: The shutters are shut, no light may pass Save two long rays thro' the hinge's chink. II. Sixteen years old, when she died! Perhaps she had scarcely heard my name; It was not her time to love; beside, Her life had many a hope and aim, Duties enough and little cares, And now was quiet, now astir, Till God's hand beckoned unawares,--- And t

Poetry
well this one i wrote for a friend while he was in iraq--he asked me to help him describe in words his love for his wife--he told me how he felt and i came up with this poem --hope you like it as much as his wife did! Separation The days are short and the nights are long since I have been gone. My love for you is still growing strong even though I am alone. I left willing to take on all now I feel weak and ready to fall but the love and courage you send will help me make it to the end. Our hands will meet again real soon and our hearts will sing a sweet tune. Then our minds will be at rest for we have passed this trying test. The test of separation and time and I thank GOD he made you mine. Dennis Ray Ankrom Copyright ©2007 Dennis Ray Ankrom Well here is my first one let me know what ya think--I will ost a new one every other day-- "A Lover'S Wish" May are love bind us Like a lock with no key. May are hearts join In joyous praise of one another. M

Poetry
the frame of my void sharp and jagged. a picturesque scene of broken glass. and a heart-warming dissolve of perfection. sane reality holds fast. my wounds transpire in a hidden fortress. forged inside a calm lake of ice. below the numb of cold a battle rages. only in lies and self sacrifice. this placid place of anger and hate. fires rage and thoughts are twisted. shadows fill corners and light flees. but never knowing this existed. no longer a marionette. only yours in loving death. there in wake will lie a beauty. a putrid heart to beat newly. a melancholy shadow risen. a forgotten soul to do what's bidden. blood to be spilled and avenged. a tortured puppet makes amends. decay of wasted matyrs you find. are all that shes left behind. at her hands they did cry. as she runs rampant they all die. the lies remebered as she woke. wind me up the dollie spoke. i've been tossed. like a rag doll. that no one wants. i'm lost. with nowhere to run. a

Poetry By Me
Living inside my Lonely Our past is all I see I decorate my heartache With each beautiful memory Feeding on my Lonely I savor the bittersweet taste So afraid I may forget Letting our love go to waste Dying within my Lonely Daring not to love again Maybe I can forget you But I just don't know when Bleeding out my Lonely Open every wound to heal Alive now because I know That true love isn't real Alone without my Lonely On the other side of Hell Can I ever love again? Only my Lonely will tell as04-10-03 Your breath on my skin The warmth of your touch It's the sound of your voice I love so much Wrapped in your arms Each night in our bed It's how you close your eyes When I rub your head It's when you touch my body It's the taste of your kiss And when we're apart It's you that I miss It's just the way you love me It's everything you do It's the love of my life It's my heart...IT'S YOU! 05-11-2007 anita s. Someone else is watching Every

Poetry
yet another, for all to enjoy..... “If Ever . . .” If ever I wanted to understand, this would be that time. For it would offer me resolve, when my heart is so torn in design. If ever I wished for different circumstances, this would be the moment. For deep within all that has happened, my mind is broken into fragments. If ever I wanted to have had more time, to visually apply my plans, this would be it. Since time has snuck up on me and doused my visual fire, without a blinking forfeit. If ever my beliefs were at their all time lowest, even non-existent, it is now. For searching within this soul of mine, has offered no solace for my vows. To be the best father, the best friend, the best helper, the best provider. I’ve fallen short here, my body weakens more and more, deficient in advisor. If ever I did not seek for more, then this has become my new goal. For within the sins inside this temple, lies a wrong, that takes all control. If ever I could fight myself ove

Poetry
Another one from when I was 15 lol...enjoy the hatred! you said you loved me but fuck that shit all you are is a poser you'll never fucking fit you fucked around with my head or atlest you thought u did but compared to me youre nothing but a fucking kid you say you know it all well guess what I do to your not the only bitch FUCK YOU you brought me up like an angel then you tried to tear me down but that didnt fucking work cuz im the one wearing the crown you said youre above me well fuck that shit too if anyones above the other its me whose fucking above you im sick of your shit and your fucking lies im done with you now fucking die why you do this ill never know you tear my heart and break my soul you bring me down to your bottomless pit with every word feeling like a bad hit my feelings for you just keep growing strong bt feeling this way has gone on too long do this again and I swear its true ill drop you like a bad habit and find someone n

Poetry
DESTINED TO A LIFE OF LONELINESS TO WANDER FOR ALL ETERNITY IN THE BLACK VOID OF NIGHT THIS ONCE LOVEFUL HEART CLOAKED IN DARKNESS AND SORROW COMES ALIVE WITH YOUR PRESENCE THE DARKNESS ROLLS AWAY SORROW IS DROWNED BY JOY MY HEART, ONCE AGAIN, IS FILLED WITH LOVE THE LIGHT IN THE DARK YOU ARE MY SAVIOR, MY LOVE, THE ONE, WHO HAS SET THIS SOUL FREE FOREVER IN YOUR DEBT I OFFER YOU IMMORTALITY, YOU REFUSE IT POWER, I OFFER YOU, AGAIN YOU TURN IT DOWN ON MY KNEES, I OFFER YOU THE ONE THING LEFT TO GIVE MYSELF--HEART, BODY, MIND AND SOUL LOOKING INTO YOUR EYES I GIVE TO YOU THIS VAMPIRESS' ETERNAL OATH, "WITH THESE WORDS, ON THIS NIGHT, OUT OF THE SHADOWS YOU CAME, SETTING ME FREE, I GIVE YOU MY HEART, SOUL, MIND AND BODY TO DO AS YOU WISH. NOW WITH A KISS I BIND MY HEART TO YOURS, FOREVER BEING INDEBTED TO YOU. You came in from the shadows Into my little world Like a thief in the night You stole my heart and soul In your eyes I get lost Your arms shelter me from my nightmares Though

Poetry
I dont Understand Why when it takes so little to be a nice person, so many are cruel and hurtful. I dont understand Why when it just so much easier and releaving to tell the truth people still fill the need to tell lies and hide things I dont understand Why if you love someone you cant just tell them and hope and pray they feel the same. I dont understand Why some people who have more than others feel the need to flaunt their wealth, but when it comes to helping someone they cant even lift a finger I dont understand Why we have the need to fight for things and let things get so out of hand til we forget the reason we were fighting in the first place. I dont understand Why when someone is sick all of a sudden people who havent come to visit them or even talked to them in years suddenly remember they have a friend I dont understand Why loving seems to be so hard, but hate and judgement come so easily Well these are just a few things I dont understand, and they a

Poetry
I hate you more for promising to hang out For telling me you like me and wanna go out for making dates with me Then not showing up claiming you forgot having something "come up" Just tell the truth believe i what you say stand up for what you feel. Stop making things up and stop trying to be a nice guy by not admiting to your feelings. Be a nice guy and an adult by being honest cause please it hurts more when you say yes then back out then if you say no. FUCKING BITCHES Throw, Sleep, Blow, Hide, Jump Kiss, Fly, Splunk, Spit, Drink Run, Fuck, Urinate, Act, Inhale Cut, Whisper, Ponder, Rattle, Defenestrate. So we have simple verbs, We have complex verbs. Heck we even have cave jumping throwing people out of windows verbs. Body functions and functioning bodies. But even with al those verbs we’ve seemed to forget how to love, breathe, be and simply live. Bring me your life. Give me your thoughts. You are a value greater then gold. More precious then gems.

Poetry
We give We take Everyday it makes No difference why We live For life We die No tomorrow No lies, only sorrow I’m scared for tomorrow No chance to remember No chance to forget What’s the point We die For life We try Always horror I live in horror Always horror I don’t sleep No one to trust Take a life For survival No body stops No body care No time Still in horror no time For sorrow No time till tomorrow I remember the horrors Just no chance to forgive No time to forget One day to sleep Before the last night I get I’m supposed to remember All I do is forget The lives that I took Give my life for tomorrow No tomorrow Only sorrow My life is horror Looking back now I can see us Feeling good about the way we used trust Forever I believed it to be a must But it always ended up to be a huge fuss I loved the way that you used to smile Forgetting all the things that could have made me frown You would make me laugh if I was

Poetry, Prose & Lyrics
Cold and hard like Winter steel, Tempered by a planet sunken, sallow, Oh jaded, wasted youth, they tsk, Knowing eyes rolling in bovine heads As they down their shots of Apathy - with just a splash of Fear. Pools of liquid night, her eyes Swallow the light, the false platitudes. Beneath the din and clamor of the quickening World, Spirits call weakly to her assailed ears, Entreating, weeping. Her hands tied by a world that will not listen, She cries in silence perfect, deep. Slipping sleeping through Reality's cracks, She comforts forgotten angels Who, keening, claw at blackened, twisted wings. Oh irony! She must escape her body To truly feel, to be felt - To hear the rough and raw tattoo Of the drums that keep the Universal Beat. Shedding flesh and bone and blood - The shrieking, clutching, burning World, She slips, ethereal, mysterious, Darkly glittering and soft To realms apart - Outcast no more. You're a faith disease, Divine crisis of soul. In an Age of Lie

Poetry
i have some of these on Myspace as well, but for those who don't know me over there, i figured i'd just throw up a few for you all to read. hope you enjoy. "Kitten" A kitten kicks a ball of yarn Fur as dark as an autumn night The yarn is frail, falling apart The kitten paws it with delight Eyes like onyx, this kitten purrs The yarn is strewn across the floor A patch of white like a harvest moon The yarn rolls through another door Back and forth goes the fragile yarn It's coming undone bit by bit Will the kitten grow bored and leave? Or will it take the yarn with it? this is one of my most recent poems. for any poetry fans out there, i'd love to know what you think. leave me some love. :) i always return the favor. "The Blade" Soft moonlight shines down upon glowing runes An enchanted sword rests on the white sand Waves roll by in meditative whispers Tempered steel glows like a fiery brand The left is etched with a twisting snake Wh

Poetry
Our first years together were fun and play Never a worry, Making memories each day! We were best friends or "sisters" in our own little world! You were my angel from heaven, my precious little girl! A gift from God and I've loved you so With a love so strong only a mother would know I've tasted salt when you've shed tears My life's been your life all through the years! Life's about changes, nothing stays the same Together we've stood to face whatever came! We've fought the battle, we've won the war The "proof" is in the person you are! It was "just us two" for oh so long "Don't worry be happy" was our theme song! We've made it through times I didn't think we would We've accomplished things I never dreamed we could! Now as you've taken your own path, your own direction you go You'll make it just fine, that "proof" will show! I'll still be here for you through tears or laughter Today, Tomorrow, and Forever After! I know that i would never be, The person i am

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
May our friendship last forever. May I sail upon your sea. May we go through life together. May there aways be a "We." May I be your endless sky. May you breathe my gentle air. May you never wonder why, Each time you look for me, I'm there. May we be for each smile, Like the warm, life-giving sun. Yet when we're in pain a while, May our suffering be one. May we share our special days. The happiness of one-for-two. And if we must go seperate ways, Let my love remain with you now and Always. © Copyright 2007 Lynn&FireFighter (UN: swt_mom at Writing.Com). All rights reserved. This is a poem that I wrote myself.. And is on Writing.com So plz do not take this poem and use it as your own. Thank you!

Poetry
close your eyes and open in a dream ... a dream in which we are together ... alone ... you are leading me away with your eyes and guiding me into a world of romance ... you tender gestures so soft so gentle ... showing me the way ... the night has come and now it is our time ... i close my eyes and breathe your name ... feel the strength of your embrace .. our lips meet ... a lingering kiss ... a stolen moment in time ... a consuming desire ... caressing the contours of your muscular body ... your hands along the curves of my silhouette .. raw passion ignites our bodies escaping into exotic places of endless pleasure ... seducing teasing pleasing ... fulfilling fantasies of our insatiable love

Poetry And Prose
(i wrote this many years ago but copyrighted it in 2004...i get to spend  time with my son on a fairly regular basis and to this day he still asks me when will he be able to come home...it tears my soul everytime i have to tell him "not right now honey") So True There was this boy I once knew He came into my life and made my soul anew My days were full and bright too With butterflies and tulips blue I loved him so and still do People thought I did not pay my due He was rudely taken from me and they forced me to bid him adieu My heart knows I have paid my due Our bond is still there though they don't want it to I love him for my heart is true So, I will make do Dedicated to my son T.C.B.D 10-3-04 All of my poems are copyrighted under Vivvy Butterfly/Jazzmyn Aires/R.A.B Jan. 5th 2003 I can't explain what I am feeling right now In words that anybody would understand The gnawing within my heart Tears me down into soulessness The void in my existance has

Poetry By Stinger 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 I Liked
He Loves Her By MystykTao he watches her as she sleeps moonlight caressing her naked breast marveling at the wonder of their creation their lovemaking a miracle everytime he gazes at her knowing he can never express how he feels he wants her again and again and again forever for a lifetime but the words won't come he reaches for her pulls her close watches the smile play across her lips in her dreams he holds her his lifesaver his lover his wife Heat By Western Light The moist, hot heat that visits me when I have thoughts of you makes me touch those parts of me that beg to be subdued. I can't resist what's happening, I yield to passions pleas. And yes, these heated moments happen frequently. I wonder 'bout your circumstance when sparks and flames occur, if by chance you think about this wet and lusty girl. I glisten like a gem each time my body's in the mood. If only I could tell you I shine plenty just for you.

Poetry
* Mother is the name of God On the lips and eyes of all children* Ma`thair, my rock My safe haven from My demons. You soothed my pain And wiped my tears away. Ma`thair. You had your calling And left without a good-bye Now I kneel down And cry. The clay strewn-ed earth Soaks up the tears As my pain fades to Numbness. Your face only a picture in My mind. Ma`thair. Ar dheis De` go rabih a hanam. I pray to you daily Hoping you will give Me strength to get by. I float in the world Of the living Half dead. Expecting the Unexpected. Your scent lingers In the house. And it tears my heart apart. I'm lost And I don't know Where to start. Ma`thair Ar dheis De` go rabih a hanam you sired me Helped shape my heart What do I do now? Where do I start Now that you are gone? Ma`thair Ar dheis De` go rabih fa hanam. ``````````NOTES`````````````````` Mother is the name for God On the lips and eyes of all children- line from movie T

Poetry
I sit here in my Jail cell called life Feeling a breath that is not my own. I wonder where life will lead me More pain? More misery? I don't really know. I see a light. I try to reach out but cannot Feel it. It gets closer and I notice It's a figure I reconginze. She tells Me she loves me...and I smile. ~Arcadies~ Bleeding My feelings draining from my body Like blood streaming out of an open wound My ability to love My ability to laugh My ability to feel pain I care not what happens anymore Fighting, stabbing, shooting, slit my throat Clawing my way out of a shallow grave Nothing matters ~Arcadies~

Poetry...
I give thousand returns him to the things. And I put them of the misfortune. It would have to enjoy this form every second that is allowed me, but without knowing the reason, the only thing that it becomes is to waste the opportunity better wishing something. It is clear that always it is inhaled to something superior, something insurmountable, superb; but until we did not prune it to acquire, it would agree to us not to apostatize of such way. We would have to learn to savor every minute of the little pretty thing that we have. To think that it is the last moment that we will be able to rejoice of that way. Perhaps thus we are thankful little that us of the life... thus we will perhaps remember every moment which we happened and until we let pass bad moments. And at the aim we will be able to watch back without fear. Because nothing is infinite... Because everything what we happened is taxed, we want or we do not want, and we preferred that he is something pleasant. Because since we l

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 breast.

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 And Other Random Writings
Essay Assignment I have been accepted by Kingstec Community College to attend the Human Services Course 2007/2008. I am interested in following up with Youth Services and Addictions Courses. Through job placement over the last two months, I have had the pleasure of working with the Conway Workshop Association. It has been one seriously life changing experience for me. I have had my eyes opened to who I can be and what I am capable of. The time spent with clients and co-workers alike has been wonderful! I never saw myself working with the mentally challenged, nor did I see myself doing personal care tasks for anyone other than my children within my own home, Over time, I have become very comfortable in the shop and feel competent in my work, be it the basics of cooking and cleaning, the dynamics of teaching an individual who has a learning disability or the personal care aspect of the job. I see now that I can be of h

Poetry~101~
Masked Angel I am the Masked Angel,for I will never reveal my face. On the wings of a white dove is my place. Sent from Heaven with a white gown trimmed in gold, my mission on Earth only Heaven knows. Above the clouds on my dove I will fly, as I look down on Earth I see many cry. I will come back for my calling is near, I can hear there songs ringing in my ears. I shall return to you one day, all you have to do is watch and pray. For I am the Masked Angel hear my call, "I will be back to save you all." Kelly Whitehead Copyright ©2007 Kelly Whitehead Why I Complain.... Space is nothing but a waste of time. So are pets that do not mind. A band with no rythem,the other with no beat. A man that thinks he can dance has two left feet. Two cats fighting after the sun goes down. Knowing the radio's on and hearing no sound. The ocean is water we can not drink. No wonder all those ships just sink. Driving down the road and running out of gas. Getti

A Poet's Poem
We’re always searching For the divine But them We settle For a good enough find The magic is Out there And so very real It is not Butterflies But a calm That you feel No matter the subject Whatever request It all just seems Ok No type of unrest I savor Our time now Maybe think it The best I look forward To all of the rest A journey worth Taking Begins with Brave steps Just hold my hand As we jump off This cliff

Poeticdreamzz
On PAYDAY,Mr.GOODBAR wanted a BIT OF HONEY.So he took Mrs.HERSHEY behind the POWER HOUSE on the corner of CLARK an FIFTH AVENUE.He began to feel her MOUNDS and it was pure ALMOND JOY which made his TOOTSIE ROLL get hard. She let out a SNICKERS as his BUTTER FINGER went up her KIT KAT and caused a MILKY WAY.She screamed,OH,HENRY,I am FOREVER YOURS as she Squeezed his PETER PAUL and caressed his ZAG NUT. Mrs.HERSHEY said,you are even better than the THREE MUSKETEERS.Soon she was a little CHUNCKY and nine months later,they had a BABY RUTH. To all you cherries.Check you age on your profile.Mine was right yesterday morning but when I got up yesterday evening,I had aged on my profile.I am 53,not 54.Support said it was a glinch in the system. Internet dating You can't be defeated Never rejected Just deleted You can end an conversation Without saying a word A click of the mouse If preferred Or you may even Make some friends Some will last Some will end

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
I wish I could take credit for this but I can't...and I have no idea who wrote this one either. To make me feel happy, You don't have to give me the world. Everyday just remind me, That I'm your girl. To make me feel special, More that I've ever known, Just tell me, I'm the only one. To make me feel magnificent, it isn't hard. Just always, Have me in your heart. To make me feel more loved, You don't have to give me the world, To make me happy, Make me feel, That I'm yours. I found this and I'm not sure who wrote it but I really like this a lot. As the grass is green, From what I have seen, Will you always be with me? As the clouds are white, Even though they don't show their faces tonight, A cold breeze blows so keep me in your arms and hold me tight. As the sun always comes up for the sunrise, While we live in this wonderous love pardise, Will you always remain mine? As the sky is blue, And our love remain true, I will always love you.

Poetry
Wetness does not always pertain to water in an ocean, river or lake; Sometimes it refers to how I feel when I remember your embrace. I only have to think of you to remember me in your arms; My legs quivering, my mouth moaning I have fallen captive to your charms. I long to feel your body on mine to know the taste of satisfied love; To lie quietly in your arms we fit together like a hand to a glove. You are the sweetheart of my life you are my one sure bet; You never have to wonder babe . . . you can always keep me wet. Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you've never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonder

Poetry!
The Vows I give To Thee On this day I give to you, A ring and these vows that I hope will do. To show you my love and warm your heart, I promise to love you like I have from the start. You've inspired me to hope and believe, And you've given me air when I couldn't breathe. You helped me open my eyes, so I could see. You've done all these things and so much more, And I'll keep on praying forevermore. To Keep, To Cherish, To Love, To Hold, To Be Together, And Grow Old. You and Me... Do you think of me when I think of you? Do you see me when I see you? Do you love me when I love you? Do you kiss me when I kiss you? Do you touch me when I touch you? Do you dream of me when I dream of you? Do you notice me when I notice you? Do you want me when I want you? Do you care for me when I care for you? Do you promise to be there for me when I promise to be there for you? Do you picture your life with me when I picture my life with you? T

Poetry
Crying tonight doesn't help I don't feel nothing You never come around And I never sleep The silence keeps my awake Haven't touched my pipe Since last night Time to toke up I'm getting sober Such a god awful feeling The river runs red With the blood of mine Calloused hands scrape away The paint Uncovering a new layer A brand new life You get to this point Theres no one beside you What we lost here Is better off to be left alone No use in opening more This time I did myself in Never thought things Would get this bad Things should never Get this bad And its my fault I blame myself [If anyone had a heart, it wasn't you] For my mistakes The only thing In my life That I did right Laying stretched out On the bedroom floor My corpse is cold But I stand back But I stand back And to myself I realize Why you never come around I want you to know I'm sorry Sorry for hurting you I shouldn't have let Things get this bad "To Find You" *chor

Poetry And 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

Poetic Hell....
Murder of an Innocent Heart It’s time to conclude this charade, I can no longer pretend.. A heart is so fragile, I owe mine the opportunity to mend.. I was blind to your abuse, I wanted so much to believe.. You’d never do me harm, you weren’t capable to deceive.. Yet the evidence was clear, even through your alibi’s disguise.. I still seized the possibility we could somehow compromise.. But I realize love cannot be manipulated to be as you desire.. It’s impossible to ignite passion, without a spark to kindle the fire.. So I must bid farewell, to start rebuilding my world torn apart.. A lifetime dedicated to erase your memory from my delicate heart.. This agony will remain forever a scar upon my very existence.. Of damage you caused so mercilessly, murdering my innocence.. Original Poem of The one and only Eli “A Heart’s Only Belief” There’s a stillness in the air, though my heart beats fast. For I can find no inner peace and there’s no escaping the past. I wan

Poetry
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 You get comfort from talking to a friend, but the answers come from within you. Rainy days and cold nights, These are days I need you to hold me tight in your arms, Hold me close and keep me warm, Tell me I'm your good luck charm, Look me in my eyes and tell me I'm the one for you , Tell me I'm your every wish come true, Lay me down very gently, Then make love to me essentially, Caress my body from head to toe not missing a spot, Lets play around like connect the dots, Lets make each other hot till our body heat rise like a rolle

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.   It hurt to know that you Will not fight for me. But what can I do To make you see?   We could have the dream Of what everyone speaks. But you make it seem Too far out of reach.   I have seen ultimate bliss And yet we can’t have it. Remember you ch

Poetry 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 Lets just ha

Poetry I Wrote...
You were like an angel sent down from above. To save me from this monster's cold, steelly glove. With your halo aglow, and your heavenly pure heart, You won my sole, right from the start. I never thought anyone could steal me away. But you surly did that cool autumn day. I don't exactly remember when you emerged, But you've made my heart pound and my blood surge. This should be the begining of a love that is true. A pure, shining love shared between me and you. Time can only tell when I'll let go. But for now, he has my heart and you my sole. Don't fret my dear angel, for it will come true. 'Cuz you'll win my heart and we'll start anew. So be patient sweet angel and live day to day. The time will come when you sweep me away. Dear angel with your pure glowing light, Save me from this monster who comes in the night. Be my knight in shining armor and make me forget him. For it's you who I want, 'cuz my heart you did win. ~I wrote this one for the schoo

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 f

Poetry
The skies are dark Rain is pouring down I look out my window And see a vast emptiness Nothing is around Nothing can be seen I am all alone Thinking thoughts of desire Of where I want to be And where I am now Wondering what may happen Where my journey lies Maybe I already know But I can't see it Is it good or bad I wonder There is only one person who knows Only one who can show me the light And what I want to know And eventually I too will be able to see As I travel this path There are obstacles to overcome Some will be hard And some will be easy This one I am at now Has to be the hardest of them all It is taking all that I have and all that I am To conquer it Though in my mind I know I can do it I am having troubles I am weakening myself Making myself vulnerable For whomever decides to pass by I can't let them down I can't show my pain This has been the toughest yet But within a matter of moments I have won I have beat this obstacle And now I'

Poetry
....Our tears are the raindrops of the soul And there's one for all who die. They are the silent words of grief As they fall free from the eye. Our tears are lovelier than a smile When they come from those you love. As they seek relief from sadness, When you're summoned from above. Our tears are a love-mates humble gift When it's time to say goodbye, Though the eyes are wet and swollen, With time and patience they dry. ......if you hold back tears, "shed them" When your pains too harsh to accept.... Can you hear me? Am I loud and clear? Im screaming at the top of my lungs, and its all for you... ALL FOR YOU!!!an' so.. Come to me my pretty Coo-ed the brittle voice, Enter my den of iniquity, Your own free will and choice, Come feast your greedy eyes See the sparkly treasure Temptations sweet and tender I offer for your pleasure. Come, come do not wait, Choose a gift from me Vengence, hatred, greed? Tell me, what will it be? Fire tempered lo

Poetry--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 By Me
Why am I the one who is always ignored Why am I the one who is easily forgotten The one whose cries for help are never heard The one whose acts of love are not appreciated Why do the people I love turn away from me Why am I always left with nothing but pain Always left with a broken heart Always left in uncertainty Why do they act like they don't know me Why do they act like I don't exist Why do they choose to ignore me Why do they choose to forget me When I look at you I feel like you're too good for me When I look at you I feel lucky to have you as my friend When I look at you All my problems go away It's like nothing else matters When I look at you I feel weak When I look at you I'm stunned by your beauty When I look at you I'm amazed by who you are When I look at you I fall in love On this night I held you in my arms Our eyes on each other And a smile on your face I gazed deep into your eyes And our lips met with a kiss I told you I lved you And you

Poetry By Me...
Time Please don't let life slip away further and further it turns to grey. Even as darkness falls and the moon shines rays No one calls and no one prays. Spoken and unheard words of face, Please don't go! Oh, please stay! Light again we see in haze not prepared on what to gaze. Life erupts in highs and lows When it ends, will anyone know... Michelle D King Copyright ©2007 Michelle D King Sea Love I thought I saw a ship set sail, gliding over the sea. But what it was I really saw was just a hope for me. Far away, your presence is my light is dark to you. Still I wait until the time, always to remain true. When my sun begins to set, the rise you shall see. Until the day, you come home, and forever be with me. Michelle D King Copyright ©2007 Michelle D King Lonely Why did you hate me and push me away, I loved you more with each passing day. Your heart was gone and anger appeared, I cried every night with bloodstained tears.

Poetry/short Story 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
By: Alfred Noyes The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding-- Riding--riding-- The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door. He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, and a bunch of lace at his chin; He'd a coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of fine doe-skin. They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to his thigh! And he rode with a jeweled twinkle-- His rapier hilt a-twinkle-- His pistol butts a-twinkle, under the jeweled sky. Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard, He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred, He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black-eyed daughter-- Bess, the landlord's daughter-- Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair. Dark in th

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
Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) Welsh poet and prose writer whose works are known for musical quality of the language, comic or visionary scenes and sensual images. Dylan Thomas died in the United States on a tour on November 9, 1953. His death resulted much from his alcoholism, which have gained mythic proportions. The Dylan Thomas Centre in Swansea even serves pints of Dylan's smooth ale. It has been claimed that the famous American famous songwriter and musician Bob Dylan, who was born Robert Allen Zimmerman, named himself after the Welsh poet, but Dylan himself had denied it. "The hand that signet the paper felled a city; Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath, Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country; These five kings did a king to death." (from 'The Hand That Signed the Paper', 1936) Dylan Thomas was born in the seaport town Swansea, West Glamorgan. His father, David John Thomas, was the senior English master at Swansea Grammar School, where Thomas was edu

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
Standing afar waiting for her gazing at stars my anticipation is a blur as the seconds near close to seeing the most beautiful angel fall to me from a place i will always have faith and know she is my life every time i see her face solar rain blue/green earth below with heart in tow unknown force suspended being altered course am i still feeling her pulse stranded destination unknown transmission status alone nothing left but regret drifting memories of her hurt like one last dying breath her pulse my only proof my life still exists

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why can't I sleep wind howls, thunder cracks dreams of black dreams of the unknown the past haunts me turning and turning dont close my eyes why cant I see why cant I stop seeing tears on my pillow leave my mind let me rest give me back my life give me dreams of another So very very tired. by Debra Ex why do you doubt me why do you feel the need to change me you test me you test my love for you you shut me in you take away my breath you smother me with your words stop holding me stop keeping me your prize stop telling your lies stop pretending you are real stop living get me the keys let me free from these shackles take the tape from my lips let me speak my peace let me go you wont have me you never did by Debra Ex. ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were carved for us. The moss reprints more tenderly The hard types of the mason's knife, As heaven's sweet life renews ea

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
Rip the pain from my soul Crumble my heart in two Broken into bits Lost within myself Just a stranger inside Shrinking down to nothing A selfless fool In the end everyone will know I cant catch my breath I cant listen to a word you say Nothing but gibberish flow through my ears Shallow pools of blood form under me Slowly ripping away at my heart Scratches form on my skin A demon i hold within Step out into the darkness Step into my world Get inside of me like never before Take a piece of me and leave Half dead half awake Stranger... only a stranger Frigid to the core Pain my only friend Anger harbored deep inside Trust me i will let you down Allow you to fall Show you the world you dont want Take me in like poison I'll lick my lips Give you a kiss worth remembering Then steal your soul Course through your veins like a bad disease Wish to forget me Toxic blood pour from these wounds Enchanting eyes put you under a spell Naked inside Break me again Ma

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 her be

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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.

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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

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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

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Choko This final scene I'll not see |Sue ikki to the end...my dream |mi hatenu yume no is fraying. |hotsure kana Morts de Quatre-vingt-douze et de Quatre-vingt-treize, Qui, pâles du baiser fort de la liberté, Calmes, sous vos sabots, brisiez le joug qui pèse Sur l'âme et sur le front de toute humanité ; Hommes extasiés et grands dans la tourmente, Vous dont les coeurs sautaient d'amour sous les haillons, O Soldats que la Mort a semés, noble Amante, Pour les régénérer, dans tous les vieux sillons ; Vous dont le sang lavait toute grandeur salie, Morts de Valmy, Morts de Fleurus, Morts d'Italie, O million de Christs aux yeux sombres et doux ; Nous vous laissions dormir avec la République, Nous, courbés sous les rois comme sous une trique. - Messieurs de Cassagnac nous reparlent de vous ! Arthur Rimbaud Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled

Poetry By Yerz Truly
"AMEN" Back in the day when the West was young, Many songs of trial were heard n sung All through the land – mighta busted a lung These songs were bold, these songs were true Many times just poppin' right outta the blue But the words to these songs were very true Many different races came out in to tune And all through history These songs were no mystery They came about telling of the races' story And still to this day We hear their dismay All the way down to the southernmost bay Now just why is this? Why do people hafta diss All these social leaders comin' out from the mist? All I've gotta say- The gov's gotta have their way Cuz if they don't, we people gotta pay C'mon ev'rybody Let's go and see Just what we in the world can be Love, affection, and harmony Can result to the way things'll be- Could possibly result to a life of glee We can also be Piss

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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 made me live again

Poetry
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 a dildo. He arrived at the store and he looked at the toys and ask the store clerk if that was all he had. the clerk replied that he had a special toy he would like to show him. the clerk pulled out this really beautiful wooden box and opened it. the bussinessman said that looks like all the other dildos in here. oh no its very special. i call it the voodoo dick.watch and i'll show you how it works. the clerk said voodooo dick...door. the dildo rose up and flew to the key hole and started screwing the crap out of it. the door was shaking and the glass was cracking. the clerk said voodoo dick ...box. it flew back to box. the bussinessman said i'll take it. the clerk said he didn't want to sell it. so they haggled over it and the clerk finally said he would sell it for $700.00. the bussinessman said he woul

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I had hopes and I had dreams What happened to all of those? They've been misplaced it seems So my pain I've wrought in prose I used to be so full of life I was talented and strong Now I'm just a sort of wife My life's gone terribly wrong I do have joys~ and oh so real I have my babies to love If not for them I could not heal Thanks to God above I need more than this you see I've no love~ no respect That which was truly me I've lost the will to protect Every day was hopeful, bright Every moment cherished. Gone since he is always right The light of me has perished Head held low, eyes downcast Don't argue. Don't stand up. Every moment could be your last Can't I be strong enough? Hold me close is all I want. Endearments wouldn't be so bad. Instead I've looks that burn and haunt a heart so empty, sad. Tell me what I have to do Your reasons so hard to peg Don't take the little that's left of me Please don't make me beg It is so cold....can't 't be

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 Corner
Darkness, Within and Without When all the words rehearsed are gone, and lost within the silence; the beauty of the moments past are seen thru dreams of violence. Imposters masked as Strength and Pride move cautiously thru the streets, precious uncertainties subdue the mind absorbed in where they shall meet. The fragile and the anxious ones are softened now and quiet, the torment and the passions sought bring sin and shadowed riots. © copyright KG. 2007 Time passes. Life happens. Distance separates. Children grow up. Jobs come and go. Love waxes and wanes. Men don't do what they're supposed to do. Hearts break. Parents die. Colleagues forget favors. Careers end. BUT - Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how many miles are between you. A girlfriend is never farther away than needing her . When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you have to walk it by yourself, the women in your life will be on the valley'

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The Game... IT'S ALL A GAME, IT'S ALL A PLAY. YOU MESS WITH MY MIND AND FUCK WITH MY HEAD. YOU SAY ONE THING, BUT WHAT YOU DO ISN'T THE SAME. YOU PLAY A GAME OF HIDE AND SEEK, YOU SHOW ONE CHEEK AND TURN THE OTHER AWAY, IN HOPES OF HIDING YOUR DEVIL-LIKE GRIN WHICH SHOWS THE WICKED WEBS THAT YOUR SO INTENT TO SPIN. YOU SAY YOUR THE MASTER OF THE GAME, WELL NOW IT'S MY TURN TO PLAY. I'LL SHOW YOU THE MASTER, I'LL FUCK WITH YOUR HEAD. YOU THINK YOUR SO GOOD, BET ME AND LOSE. IT'S MY TURN TO HURT, IT'S MY TURN TO TAINT. I'M THE MASTER AND IT'S YOUR TURN TO PAY. SO WHAT DO YOU THINK, HOW DO YOU FEEL? IS IT A GAME, OR IS IT FOR REAL? Cardinal Malfunction... I can do it, just this once. I can let go, just enjoy this cardinal lust. His kisses are ravenous, searing my flesh. My body screams, it's losing control. My senses soar, higher and higher. He knows just where to touch, to make me roar. I feel euphoric, white-hot lightening expodes. The

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"THE POEM OF MYSELF" I AM A POEM NO ONE CARES TO READ COMPOSED ON UGLY PAPER WITH BEAUTIFUL WORDS, WORTHY OF A GLANCE FROM THOSE WHO TURN THEIR HEADS AWAY AND GORGE THEMSELVES IN THE VERSES OF OTHERS I CANNOT COMPETE WITH, (I WILL SURELY LOSE IN THE COMPETITION OF LIFE) AND WILL NEVER BE PUBLISHED IN THE BOOK OF WORTHINESS; FOR NOW I'LL REMAIN CRUMPLED IN LONELINESS NEAR THE TRASH-- WHERE I SOMETIMES FEEL I BELONG. ...Heather K I wrote this a couple years ago when I got my first tattoo. "A BORN ADDICT" OTHERS SMOKE WHILE OTHERS DRINK I MYSELF PREFER THE INK ADORN THE CANVAS OF MY SKIN THE PAIN BECOMES MY NEWFOUND FRIEND. OTHERS MAY PLACE ART UPON THEIR WALLS OF MAJESTIC MOUNTAINS OR OF WATERFALLS BUT NO MONET OR DA VINCI WILL I INVEST JUST PLACE YOUR ETERNAL ART UPON MY CHEST OTHERS MAY FROWN AT GETTING TATTOOED, THINKING IT'S SOMETHING CRAZY OR LEWD, BUT THOSE WHO DESPISE THEM ARE TOTALLY NUTS, I WAS ONCE AN INK-V

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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, perhaps,

Poetry
If I screamed "I hate you", Every day for the rest of our lives, Would you believe me? Would you see that I mean something else? Would you even hear me? If I whispered "I love you", Every day for the rest of our lives, Would you believe me? Would you see I mean it with every beat of my heart? Would you even hear me? If I told you "I miss you", Every day for the rest of our lives, Would you believe me? Would you see how much my heart breaks when we're apart? Would you even hear me? If I sang "I'll always be here for you", Every day for the rest of our lives, Would you believe me? Would you see it was my corny way of being true? Would you even hear me? If I cried "I don't want to lose you", Every day for the rest of our lives, Would you believe me? Would it keep you here with me? Would you even hear me? If I close my eyes, I can still see those gorgeous eyes of yours. If I breathe deeply, I can still smell your cologne on your skin. If I listen closely

Poetry 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

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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

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A little girl in a shell of a woman unknown. Vulnerability through hazelblue eyes betrayingly shows. Who is this woman staring back? Strong, independant, yet crying inside. Heartache, unsurity, a shattered soul... Things the woman is afraid to let others know. Stubborn and insecure. Putting up barriers to hide this fear. Dirty, defiled... unworthy to be God's child. Ashamed afraid.. Having shattered nightmares again. Caring, kind, everyone else on the mind. Love of others strong, but not of herself. The weight of the world she's always taking on. Hiding behind Masks, afraid to let anyone in. Things forever hidden behind the reflection of the woman in the mirror. My eyes have been opened, my purpose is clear. No longer am I enslaved to myself, no longer am I chained to my fears. My Masks are hung up, though I have not left the stage. A new character is born out of an old familiar ones return. A boldness is shown, a confidence never before seen. A grace, a poise, al

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While cleaning some stuff in my garage I came across this. I wrote it about 7 years ago in response to a fucked up situation that of course involved a female. So far its the biggest situation of unrequited feelings I've ever been in. How the hell this thing has lasted so long and I just find it now I have no clue but since the paper is yellow and falling apart and everything figure I better type it out before it gets lost..although how it didn't get burnt or thrown away like everything else I wrote then is still a mystery Cell I am wandering and lost In this cold dark cell Feeling forever trapped In my own personal hell I go through bad times when my world get ripped apart But it is a worse time now Cause this cell is my heart My heart as my cell Is a fact of pure irony Cause its in a heart One's supposed to feel love and be happy Each time my heart broke I had a chance to escape But something kept me in Making me feel my hope was raped I wach and I sta

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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 As the night slowly fades away, I sat and wondered what my life meant today. I sat to watch my children play, Listened to the things they say. Those about tose dear to my heart, Especailly those who are far apart. Thought about thelove you give to me, Always there, always free. Now I know that my life today, Was special in so many ways. Sherry D. Parrish Nov. 5, 2003 Love is like a gentle breeze, That flows throughout eternity. Some

Poetry Mother In Law
You are the mother I recieved The day I wed your son , And I just want to thank you , mom fr the loving things you've done. You've given me a gracious man whith whom I share my life. You are his lovely mothere and I his lucky wife. You used to pat his little head and now I hold his hand. you raised in love a little boy and then gave me the man.

Poetry
What ever happen to young love where we used to hold hands and think that was all we had to do we didnt expect anything out of one another, We lived today for what it was, we live like there would never be a tomorrow. Now that young love is gone. Theres to many factors. Like how much one loves the other. and who loves who more. its not like we were in grade school. where a note meant that you would be together forever. Nothing last forever, we find that out as we grow up. Love is supposted to make the heart swell, but in most cases it lets us down. Most of us wear our hearts on our sleeves. but that means when we do that we open ourselves to be hurt. Can anyone tell me what happened to Young Love? why do i feel this way why wont the hurt abide why cant i just stop feeling would not feeling make it any easier? the thoughts that go on in my mind, take me back to another time. When days were carefree, and i never wanted for anything. but someone to call

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 Good Morning 3-30-07 Fall asleep next to me Fall asleep in my arms Fall asleep with my kiss Fall asleep knowing I will be there all night And wake you With the same kiss In the morning I love you From here to eternity Now to forever Always to ever Do not dream of me For I will not dream of you Dream of us always Things to come true Kiss me once more Good night

Poetry
Thoughts of you. I often think of you when I see the stars in the sky. They remind me of how your eyes sparkle. I often think of you when the sun shines high. It reminds me of your warm touch. I often think of you when the gentle breeze blows. It reminds me of your caressing words. I think of you all day long. I long for your touch, your smile, your voice. The simple thought of your presents warms my soul. You are my life. You are my breathe, my soul. Without you I am but a shell. Whatever life may hand me I know I can withstand. As long as I have you in my heart, I know I can withstand any storm. When a tear streams down my cheek, You are the one to wipe it away. You are my strength when I am weak. You are the heart that beats within me. You make me whole. That is why my thoughts of you bring me joy. Our Paths Have Crossed Again I always knew that our paths would cross again. I just never knew how or when. You have always been on my mind. I just never kn

Poetry/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.. As I sit here and slowly close my eyes I take another deep breath And feel the wind pass through my body I'm the one in your soul Reflecting in the light Protect the ones who hold you Cradling your inner child I need serenity In a place where I can hide I need serenity Nothing changes, days go by Where do we go when we just don't know And how do we relight the flame when it's cold Why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing And when will we l

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 Hour~*~
~*~Pitiful Damnation~*~ The expiration of my destination, leaves a bitter taste on my tongue. Choking on your placebo pill, while postulating what is real. Your diabolic contagion, is execrably constraining. In this oblivion, I'm debating. Your obscurantism is getting old, I'm too mawkish for your mavern lies! You can dance with Hades and sell your soul, but with your insentience could never look me in the eye! A pitiful damnation in your approximation, when the stakes are too high and your love runs cold. The approbation of your friends, cynical enough I'm at my wits end! Written By: Kelly Lynn McAllister © 4/16/2007 ~*~Dear Precursor~*~ The perpetual existence of your gazing lust, Leaves me with a cynical trust. Loves decadence, is but a small fray. In the eyes of a nefarious being, oblivious of their own words sway. So oblige me dear precursor, Indulge me with your forecast and constrain. My life is a monologue, Found

Poetry From A Crazy 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 Ramblings
You truly are an incredible gift to me. Sent exactly when I needed you, filling a void like no one else in the world could fill. You brought back a certain joy to my life that I really had let slip by the wayside. You dried up tears even when you couldn't reach out and wipe them away, and you turned frowns back into smiles without even having to touch my lips. You touched me before you met me, before you really knew me. That touch burns an eternal flame of friendship and love, a shared affection and compassion. If the unthinkable were to happen and your beautiful light was gone from this world, I could go on knowing that what we share is real and that everything you have given me will last. I will never doubt you, my dear friend, and I will never leave you to walk the roads alone. Reach out your hand and you will find me there, our souls together on that dusty road. Kristen Anderson 6/18/2007 Masterpiece (January 2001) If while I sleep you could see My thoughts tucked away nice

Poetry
Goodbye My hair blows in the wind as I stand on this ledge. Looking at what is below me. Ready to be my death. Knowing all I need to do is take a step to plummet to my death. My eyes fall upon the sun set in the distance. It will be my last view at those wonderful colors. The pinks playing with the purple and red. Red reminding me at what is at hand. Reminding me that my last breath will be whispering your name. Forgive me for what I have done wrong. I never wanted it to end. But I had to, I love you Goodbye My Body My body twinges in pain. Another day of abuse. More hits and bruises to cover. But in the end you always apologize. I forgive and let myself go to you. A week later my mind races I see you coming at me with a knife. I know better then to run You’ll only hurt me more I stay still as you cut my clothes off I know what lies ahead. Take Me I lay naked in front of you, shivering and crying. My heart racing not knowing what is next. You

Poetic 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
Never I get so close but yet so far to being truly happy And then I speak to you Then I go back to my old self you make me so crazy I am almost 20 years old you make me feel like I am two I don't want to be near you anymore I wish I could hate you But no matter what I will still love you nothing you can do will change that But sometimes you make me want to die Sometimes I feel worthless when I am with you I don't feel good about my self around you It's like being in a bubble of negativity But I can't break the bubble The friends that I love are slowly breaking it But you make it come back never am I going to be happy when I am with you Jessica L. Harper

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 roam the earth on the edge of twilight my dreams of you woke me this night.... Our bodies entwined in this lovers embrace my soul ablaze, I touch your face The light sent of vanilla fills the air I run my fingers through your hair Your soft lips on mine our time so divine Gentle moans escaping your lips my hand swirling up the curves of your hip..... Wakening at a start feeling the beat of your heart Reaching to the darkness, I find your not here closing my eyes, you still feel so near It all felt so real, our dance I wonder if we will ever get our chance Rising from my bed I try to clear my head............ Visions of your beauty it seems will forever be lost in my dreams From the depths of twilight I stride Timeless beings at my side My footfalls make not a sound to the earth forever bound A mere mortal was bred at this crossroad life shed In my chest a heart once beat no more my soul complete God like in my form A raging thunderstorm Pure power I d

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 without

Poetry
I found you under a tree You just looked at me Knowing exactly how to set me free Thats when you and I became we My heart flutered at every kiss The way our lips fit together I knew I was going to miss Those kisses that felt like feathers Your hands roam my body Touching my skin like you've known me forever Our movements felt naughty Even though it was always my surrender Then to see you leave with her My mind remembered what I am Something that can never compare For I am just a simple little lamb For I will always be a substitue lover There till something better comes Always good, but not forever Ant the one good enough for some Your kisses make me shiver Your touch makes want to moan your name Your body against me shakes my core You deep in me makes me go into a world of extasy Feeling you all over is all I ever want Feeling you penetrate my mind makes me want you more Feeling you touch my cold heart makes me melt Knowing

Poetry
Never did anyone quite understand; This girl before you is not what she seems. The scars on her arms are the SOS, And the look in her eyes is just a cute disguise. The swing of her hips, And the curve of her lips As she whispers venomous words: "I love you." She'll always haunt you. Sensual enough to draw you in, Like a moth to the flame; But get too close and you'll– Burn, Burn, Burn Like all those saints before you on the cross. Her anger will kill all around her, All who love and all who hate her. But her fears and depression Make you want to take her home As a little lost kitten, Oh, you didn't see? The kitten is a tiger! And she'll claw right to your heart, But still you're lured To her curves and her words. No wonder we all love her so. She is after all… A Gorgeous Massacre.

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 If I could have just one wish, I would wish for a man…... Who gets butterflies when he hears my name, he would not kiss and tell, he would care about how I feel instead of playing with my emotions, he would be content to just be able to hold me, he would listen when I talk, wipe away my tears when I’m crying, think I’m beautiful when I’m wearing sweats, give me his jacket when I am cold, tickle me just to hear me laugh, smile when I walk into the room, like to stay home just to cuddle and watch movies, he wouldn’t lie to me about where he’s been, he would say “I love you” first because he’s not afraid, and he wouldn’t give a damn about my imperfections, he would love me more for them. If I could have just one wish, My wish would be…… To wake up to this man everyday, hear the sound of his breath on my neck,

Poetry
Silent night, walking all alone on the beach while bright moon light falls on me and thinking of my beloved wife. We may be miles apart from each other but our love and affection bring us close to each other. I know it is not easy to love someone from a distance but my thoughts brings us together Her love blended with sincerity and I find it hard to define. Dreaming my love is wonderful and it makes me so happy. I feel she is close to me always and walks beside me. I can hear that she calls me and doesn't give up on me. Forgives my mistake and always invite me in to her hearts. Loves me for who I am. She quits my fears and raises my spirits. Always say nice things about me, Understand me, values me. Her soul with love strengthens me and my heart reminds me how much I love her and how much I miss her. Only a fool would deeply treasure every speck of dust that covered the paper which represented a place we would go Enclosed in plastic surrounded by intensity it

Poetry
Hush now, Don't make a sound, Close your eyes, Silence, Let it enfold you, Shh, Hush, Let yourself fall, Forever silent. I Remember, Opening My Eyes, Seeing And Hearing News, Crying, I Remember, My Heart Overflowing With Pain And Mourning, My Prayers Endless, Hurt, I Remember, The Shock, How Many Lives Were Lost, Hundreds Dead, For One Man's Evil, I Remember, Hoping, Praying That Families Have Found Their Own, Pain, I try to think clearly, My mind in tatters, I'm a prisoner in my own hell, Black roses laid upon my grave. All I see is black, And all that I touch crumbles, I shrink away from sunlight, And my wounds won't heal. I try to save myself, My attempts in vain, I'm trapped in my despair, Black roses laid upon my grave. All I see is black, And all I love dies, I shrink away from love, And my wounds won't heal.

Poetry And Short Stories !!
A blonde walks into a home improvement store and buys a bath. Two days later she returns to the store and asks to speak to the manager, as the manager approaches she tells him her bath is faulty and that all the water keeps leaking out of the plughole. But madam he says did you buy a plug with it , enquires the blushing manager..... You bastard replies the blonde you never told me it was electric. Why do women blink their eyes in the morning...? Because they havent got nuts to scratch !!!

Poetry Written For 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
Stop talking Just kiss me I want to feel your lips against mine and let your hand run through my messy hair. I want you to hold me like you always do. And let me feel safe in your arms. Just quit delaying and kiss me. kisses in the rain sweet togetherness the world just seems to stop kisses in the rain its not the kiss that get me and im not turn on by the rain its just knowing im with you kisses in the rain eyes closed tight hands held in a loose grip yet that soft lean to meet means so much kisses in the rain sweet and simple romantic at the least but yet something so simple means so much and reminds me of you Fly Ask unwanted questions then walk away (Together) from the faded faces of yesterday. (the future holds forever.) Hold your head high. (Together.) Don’t hesitate. Don’t wait. Fly... As the clouds open and divide; as the tears stain your cold state, let me hold you: let your heart inside my mind. I’m

Poetry
Iron Horse Cowboy ================= Grips instead of reins, Tires instead of hooves Gas instead of hay, Growl instead of snort My horse is Japanese steel, And my range is the Interstate 15. I'm an Iron Horse Cowboy in the Southern California haze My steed stays in the parking lot instead of left in a field to graze. Always at the ready, saddled by default My horse of Japanese steel is ready. . .a twist of a key and we're off. I'm an Iron Horse Cowboy in the San Diego haze Stuck in traffic, we idle. . .if it were flesh, it would graze... My Cowgirl's now at her job An accountant for a small firm Her pony's waiting outside on the asphalt, parked at the curb. 500 cc's of Suzuki steel and black as midnight with no moon Her pony's waiting outside with a full gas tank Ready to ride... We are Iron Horse Cowfolk in the San Diego haze My Lady and I, together, we ride our asphalt and concrete range... Robert Patrick McGuire Copyright ©2007 Robert Patrick McG

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. Someday you'll cry for me Like I cried for you Someday you'll miss me Like I missed you Someday you'll need me Like I needed you Someday you'll love me But I wont love you We spend more but have less We buy more but enjoy less We have bigger houses and smaller families More conveniences but less time We have more degrees but less sense More knowledge but less judgement More experts yet more problems More medicine but less wellness We drink too much Smoke too much Spend too recklessly Laugh too little Drive too fast Get too angry Stay up too late Get up too tired Read t

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. Shadows I want to w

Poetry!
Praying to God! Single mother struggling Wondering how she’s going to feed her baby Just laid off from her job No money in the bank Bills need to be paid And got a new one in the mail today Only one thing on her mind Feeding, clothing and paying for the life insurance for her baby Can’t get food stamps Don’t qualify! Can’t get assistance Don’t qualify! Unemployment if qualify Not even enough to provide for her child! Baby daddy might as well say a dead beat I guess if I was his cousin’s baby momma (baby daddy’s new girl) then I might get some help!! His family doesn’t even call to check up on the baby Her family can’t help out They so far into debt they can barley provide for them selves Sitting back trying to get a grip on things in her life Losing her mind Stress on high Life insurance $20.00 a month Baby food $.99 or $1.09 a jar Baby juice $2.25 a bottle A months supply of diapers and wipes $55.00 Clothing! Too damn m

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

Poetry
Before we met I was only half alive Then I saw a part of me within the depths of your eyes That first date, we had dinner and shared with one another I had this feeling that I somehow knew you before This body of mine has come to peaks of sensuality You are showing me to make love without restraint For that I will never quite be the same Before we met, making love was just an act Now that you are here I can never look back If we ever do part ways I will forever be grateful to have met you that day Taking your hand Fingers to my lips I want to love every inch of you Taste every part of your body As if I can drink your love's blood Through your very pores I want to get lost in your eyes Consumed by your kiss Set my body on fire Quench the fire in my blood With sweet caresses Touch my soul with your passion Lay down beside me Feel my body crying for you Lets get lost in each other Touching,tasting,exploring We will exceed passion, go beyond bliss For this is o

Poetry
Running Running running as fast as she can Away from this place, away from this land Away from the hurt, away from the pain Away from her hunger, away from her shame To get away is what she needs A respite from it all is what she seeks The pride she feels for today’s confrontation Is that this time she didn’t cry for this altercation One kind of pain she knew so well She just traded for another, hope became hell The only thing keeping her where she is now Is the arms of a child, his pain she won’t allow She left those of her blood because she couldn’t deal Now she just wishes she couldn’t at all feel Trapped between a rock and a boulder She’s there just for the young one to cry on her shoulder All she has now is herself and her thoughts Wishing she could leave all the bad memories to rot That’s why she left, to escape those moments To be away from all of the torments Running running away if she can Away from that place, away from that man Away from th

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 days I am quite sore M

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 Of My Dark Soul
I hear your cries As I spread my wings To the night skies The sorrow angel sings A song of our bittersweet love Only to be torn apart By the forces of above I give you now, and forever, my heart Even now as I lie in your arms My soul is rising to the gates Lost to all the earth’s harms The life we shared destroyed by fates Do not fear for me my love For I go to a better place Higher than the day’s sky blue Finally to see the creator’s face Alas, my breath is slowing fast Your eyes brimming with salty tears Along the path is our joyous past You hold on tighter, giving into fears The beating of my heart is ending The life in me is draining away I can see my judgment pending As your grip upon me begins to sway With these words, I bid my farewell The loves of the heaven’s reach Is whispering that this is my place to dwell Until you my one, will make the breach Between the border of life and death The sweet song of the birds Fail to cover with my last breat

Poetry
Before you open me Make sure this is truly something you want to do Right now all you have is an outside view Are you ready to explore what lies within? Think about this for a while before you begin What you’re about to experience is very precious Some would say priceless I am wise beyond my years as my soul is old Some would say ageless Few have scratched the surface And many failed to grasp its meaning Of the life that has taken me Far beyond simple dreaming. Are you prepared to dive Into the black sea of my soul? Can you abandon all your fears And all that you’ve been told? Are you ready For a new kind of addiction? I think you like danger At least that’s my prediction Learn what makes me smile And what touches my heart Learn why it is I relish the dark Hear the laughing demons Tuck me in at night Feel the lustful passions Lurking behind my blackened sight Open me Touch my pages Be careful I can be quite contagious Smell the scents of st

Poetry
To Heaven, I send this message to Heaven for I know you are an angel; sent to dazzle the world with your charms and beauty. Nothing is more awe-inspiring than the being of true divinity that I know you are. I have let peer into my soul and can do nothing to purge you from my being. I dream of you. I find myself praying that I simply occupy a passing thought. I yearn for your gentle touch and tremble at the image of such a serene fantasy. Day after day I fall into a daze and allow your image to fill my mind. A passionate kiss from your lips could bring me to a height of ecstacy that I have only dreamed. Every breath I take is meaningless without you. Even as I write this, I can feel the warmth of your embrace, the feeling of your breast resting on mine. A sense of rapture overtakes me as you slowly caress my face. I wish I had the courage to speak these words to you, but your eyes stun me and my words become trapped. I awaken everyday from slumber frustrated. For in

Poetry
Free Me Save Me Bleed Me Kill Me Leave me in puddles on the floor Push Me Pull Me Sex Me Slave Me Leave me on my knees begging for more. I want to be free tired of this guilt tired of the lies that were built on lies of man handed down mouth to hand to put me into chains for life cutting through my flesh like a knife Leaving me in puddles on the floor Eyes that pierce through to the heart of me sees to the start of me that's what you do peels away all of the layers of me revealing what's left of me that's what you do I and I can't stop your gaze is so demading wants more of me than I can give Cuz I don't usually give myself away like that take me to the grave and then want's me down on my knees to give the best of me What's left of me as your eyes pierce through to the heart of me. This is just the start.... Sweet Love That your arms embrace me that your lips do taste me and I surrender wholly to you. Can fingernails be

Poetry
I carry your heart with me, i carry it in my heart and i'm never without it. anywhere i go, you go, my dear. and whatever is done, by only me, is your doing, my darling. i fear no fear for you are my fate, my sweet. i want no world for beautiful, you are my world my true. it's you or whatever a moon has always meant, and whatever a sun will always sing is you. here is the deepest secret nobody knows here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the trree called life which grows higher and higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide and this is the wonder that is keeping the stars apart i carry your heart, i carry it in my heart. Written By: E. E. Cummings

Poetry In 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 By Me
Mother, you will never know how I grieve you because you left me too soon. Father, you will never know how cold my heart is because you never let me into yours. Sister, you will never know the depth of my love because you will never see past my imperfections. Brother, you will never know my concern for you because you will never hear my opinion. Lover, you will never know how hard my heart is because you sucked the life out of it. Ememy, you will never know the hate I have for you because you're too cowardly to face me. Friend, you will never know heartache from me because I am true and loyal to you. Child, you will never have to be afraid because I will always keep you safe. Stranger, you will need patience to know me because I'm cautious. I search for emotions but find nothingness I'm empty. Black hearted and numb. I have not searched for you yet you say I've found love. How can I possess that which I do not feel? I know you lie. The love you want

Poetry
I love it when a man takes his time on eating the puss Getting my juices running out all down the crack of my ass Then as he takes his tongue and chases after those juices All up and down my crack As his finger massages that clit rubbing it in circular motion with his middle finger inside my pussy walls and his thumb inside that ass hole in and out in slow mo Ah! Ah! Ah! Got my legs shaking, my ass tweeking Squeezing it so tight Listening to him say, "Cum all in my mouth boo" Ah! Ah! Ah! Tongue all up and down the pussy lips. I'm gonna cum all ova that tongue. Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes! Yes! Yes! Big Daddy! Oh! Oh! Aah! At last I reached my climax with juices running down my ass I love it how then the guy takes that big, rock hard dick all the way in and holds it in. I begin to count: one mississippi! two mississippi! As he strokes it Switching position after positi

Poetry Lost In The Abyss Of Woodstock..
Another's Love To throw one's self into the everlasting void of lonliness Never to be touched Never wanted to be understood Never to have their heart filled with love and clarity Always waiting at the edge Ready to throw your body off the edge Ready to die in an instant Longing for true love And yet wandering away from the kindness The warmth of another's touch Another's kind words And waiting Wanting Needing to be needed by the one person who could fulfill every gasping fantasy or joy Every whim of desire in your soul And yet you stay away Never leaning towards the truth Always at tilt Never cross the boundaries of another's trust Anothers love Defiled and bewildered Unsure and yet knowing that someday Somewhere Somehow Someone Anyone could reach into your heart Steal your soul Your flesh and bones would become whole again And once again the melody would make sense And sound a familiar sound Yet have the same scarred face The same gentle shimmering

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
For You As the warm sun sets into the cool water I turn and look into your face and there I see the bright smile and the soft, gentle eyes that I love, and your eyes have a spark in them that makes them seem as stars in the sky which we look at night after night on that same beach where the sun sets and where the warm, summer breeze brings me close to you, and cool, calm waves caress us and push us together until we are one with each other. The touch of your skin feels as silk against mine, and I want to hold you close and never have to let go, for you are the only one I want to be with. Your heart is a locket to which you have given me to the key and I in turn have given you the key to my heart. Those keys of love and kindness will be with us in everything we say, everything we do, and every moment we share for eternity. I grow weak With the absence of your love I remind myself to breathe Emptiness, invades, pain resides Within me, without you I hear only your gentl

Poetry & Stuff
For every decision and indecision, For every mistake I make, For every chance not taken, For every path not explored, I wonder, Should I kiss you, Should I miss you, Should I tell you that I'm afraid, That in a short time I may lose you? For every thought, For every moment, For every reason, For every glimpse into the future, I wonder, Will I lose you, Will you miss me, Will I tell you that I'm afraid, That in a short time you may walk away? For every kiss, For every hug, For every lick, For every touch, I know, I would miss you, I would be sad, I would remember you, But I'm afraid, That in a short time you will be gone. every time I breath, every time I move, every time I think, every time I sleep, your on my mind and in my heart, you are everything to me, and would give up everything for you, smoking, drinking, sex, tasty food, my life...I would give it all up for you....I will love you till the very end of time....I've waited for someone to make me fee

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
She weeps in the moonlight She calls out a name Her blood rushes cooly She collapses in Pain The wind burns her skin Clouds cover the moon There's a thorn in her side Blood seeps from the wound It's not the first time And it wont be the last For she knows the future Will bring back the past She picks herself up As she does every time Pulling her soul back Until the next time... Mary Ann

Poetry In 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 Of Emily Dickinson
AN ALTERED LOOK ABOUT THE HILLS by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) N altered look about the hills; A Tyrian light the village fills; A wider sunrise in the dawn; A deeper twilight on the lawn; A print of a vermilion foot; A purple finger on the slope; A flippant fly upon the pane; A spider at his trade again; An added strut in chanticleer; A flower expected everywhere; An axe shrill singing in the woods; Fern-odors on untravelled roads,-- All this, and more I cannot tell, A furtive look you know as well, And Nicodemus' mystery Receives its annual reply. COME SLOWLY, EDEN! by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) OME slowly, Eden! Lips unused to thee, Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,

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, upon his f

Poetry Is In My Soul
Is this what loves about? Your loving eyes sooth me Like gentle waves upon the sand When fear harbors in me Your there holding my hand I feel your arms around me Like wind leaves in the fall Some how your strength surrounds me As you hear my silent call I feel your love inside me Though I fight to keep it out My walls are slowly breaking down Is this what loves about? Challenge or lesson? For every lesson learned In life It contains good It contains bad For every obstacle in life It supports strength It encourages growth Though we may not like it We may despise it There is always a reason Suppressing its self deep Deeper with in us What are challenges set forth for To drown us? No,….. to make us grow stronger To surprise us? No,….. to help shape us To make us feel the pain? No,….. to help build the confidence that we can get through it Why for every challenge must pain accompany For the pure reason to remind us all…. We are only hum

Poetry Corner
When your heart Has been broken And stepped on It leaves you hesitant Reluctant to try To give in once more To open up To emotion To dip your toe Into the mire Into the ocean Of desire To dip your toe Into the ocean Of unknown emotion If you don’t Enter the water You wont get wet There is no danger Of being dragged under Should you take a chance? On love again Throw caution to the wind Open yourself up to the pain Or the pleasure Feel the love Washing over you Immersing yourself The waves washing over you It may drown you If you do If you resist the temptation You will be safe Unharmed in your segregation Yet a single moment spent In the refreshing waters Stood on the ocean floor Is worth a lifetime Spent safely on the shore The empty ache of loneliness A hollow emptiness A desperate want For their caress To fill the void Left by invisibility Butterflies flutter When you meet their gaze Knees weaken, just for a second As they brush past

Poetry
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 at reaching all my goals? Alot of things I would change if time would allow, For this I would pay any price to go back now. Turning back time is a luxury that we are not given, Only to be left t deal with a life that has now become our prison. Some aspects we know can be turned on a dime, And the only true, reliable ally on our side is time. Awakening from an endless, dormant slumber eyes opening to see a different view. Awakening to find the ancient world I once

Poetry
Whisper You and I stood together in an open field And together we shared the secrets that The Night revealed.then we chased the light Racing through the sky.is it possible to Untangle a quilt with innocence.how hard We torture our inner sins.night will Bring no dawn.my dreams were stolen While I lay sleeping and were sold for Cheap lust.and while I lay fallow Vulnerable and alone The thief whispers in my ear "and I will turn your hope while you are weeping,and cover your eyes with dark Skies and sad lies.come closer to me,on Your hands and knees,alone,when all your Will is gone" How much is not enough,how much is through How long will I be getting over you? Angel As I stood outside, gazing up at the diamond Speckled sky, from the corner of my eye, I Caught a glimpse of the most beautiful star. The way it sparkled was almost mesmerizing. It reminded me of the sparkle I always saw In your loving eyes.as I stood, staring up at The sparkling treasure, one of n

Poetry
Only meat in your eyes Nothing else matters To the degree of the minds meeting. The possibility of depth Was thrown right out the window. Now is too late All feelings cold and dead In your direction there is nothing. A new path has revealed Itself to me Suggesting a happier stride On the scenic route. You can and will not stop me My mind is made up. An empty zombie I no longer remain. The purge of life Reincarnated me to follow What I need And will no longer neglect or ignore. At last there is Indeed a reason to stay On this soil a while longer Caressing the sweet flesh Of another being. Though the chances be many To run across There are so few Of being truly understood and known. Death, the life unknown, Bound by the cold, Dead hands of the shadows, From whence we lingered, In order to substain, The role assigned to us. By the deities, Who grow tired of, Their previous creations. I exist only to, En

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?

Poetic Bull Shit
I hear you call and I feel the pull in my heart It is so hard being this far apart I remind myself that soon with you I will be I want it so completely that it scares me Your in my thoughts all the day all the time Your voice is a sweet rapture so sublime I am carried away of sweet dreams of you Your with me in them all the night through We make such love that the angels cry Your the only in this world for who I would die I anticipate your sweet kiss your tongue in mine I drink you in like the finest sweet wine I am drunk on the thoughts of our love so true I ache and long to be there with you A sweet pleasure of pain and the wonder within To let go of such a gift is a condemnable sin I need you and want to make your life a joy every day I want to keep you smiling and know I feel the same way Our life shared until infinities end Your my lover, my soul mate, and my best friend ! By R. Thomas Dinsmore

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
The ruling of all class Coexists with the Corruption hiding beneath The supposed, good intentions Put forth into the public eye Swaying the fools Over to the side Where deceit is enthroned. Truth is scarce Along with the Universal belief system Everyone speaks of Yet chooses not to acknowledge. "My children of chaos Look not, to the clear picture For it will turn you All against me in the end". In the land of the free And home of the cowardly Taking refuge behind An undeserved title. The diverse, charitable outreach Becomes the new status symbol. By appearing to lend a helping hand Brings in an ongoing budget. Blood money brings in the delights Into the comforts Of all village idiots. As the drought of realism Melts through the mirage Presented by the Despicable figure not fit To qualify for yet run the country. Ordained by an imaginary God The figure needs an excuse To drill the country lifeless. In doing so, by Bathing in the b

Poetry Of A Dying Soul #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

A Poetic Stranger
She was a stranger no doubt she was different from the crowd Soft spoken yet not afraid to holler out loud Not knowing much about me passed my many words and verses Unfixated on my many flaws just focused on the purpose Of why we met, the reason for this hour...this minute I was taken, drifted, writing love poetry again My wordplay was sentimental, gentle and vibrant Like a mid-morning eclipse and almost as timeless She could quote my every verse as thought she wrote it herself And seemed to know the very realm inside my heart in which it's kept I was felt and for the moment saw her as my missing link As we were captured in the scripts of life entangled in our ink We shared our views as we would write depicting life and how we feel We wrote of loving one another and pretended it was real Over sweet tea and candlelights in Calloway we dreamed Amidst a cedar brown balcony we overlooked the breeze Overlooking the crowd of those that shunned

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
I had gone I had gone that I would come back, I had stolen your heart that I could return it to you, I had lied for you that you would know what is true, I had cried while after storm always-clear, I had left you that I would give back you again, I had gone....

Poetry 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 dr

Poetry
THE FOLLOWING IS A POEM FROM "TEARS FOR WATER, SONGBOOK OF POEMS AND LYRICS" BY ALICIA KEYS AND IS A POEM I LOVE AND UNDERSTAND. I'M A PRISONER OF WORDS UNSAID JUST LONELY FEELINGS LOCKED AWAY IN MY HEAD I TRAP MYSELF FURTHER EVERY TIME I STAY QUIET I SHOULD START TO SPEAK BUT I STOP AND STAY SILENT AND NOW I'VE MADE MY OWN HARD BED INSIDE A PRISON OF WORDS UNSAID I AM A P.O.W. NOT A PRISONER OF WAR A PRISONER OF WORDS I'M A FIGHTER YET ONLY A PUPPET MOSTLY I ONLY SAY WHAT YOU WANNA HEAR COULD YOU TAKE IT IF I CAME CLEAR? OR WOULD YOU RATHER SEE ME STONED ON A DRUG OF COMPLACENCY AND COMPROMISE M.I.A. I GUESS THAT'S WHAT I AM SCRAPING THIS COLD EARTH FOR A PIECE OF MYSELF FOR PEACE IN MYSELF I'D BE EASIER IF YOU PUT ME IN JAIL IF YOU LOCKED ME AWAY I'D HAVE SOMEONE TO BLAME BUT THESE BARS OF STEEL ARE OF MY MAKING THEY SURROUND MY MIND AND HAVE ME SHAKING MY HANDS ARE CUFFED BEHIND MY BACK I'M A PRISONER OF THE WORST KIND, IN FACT A PRISONER O

Poetry
How can i tell you something When I know the answer How can I speak to you When your just in my mind How can I touch you When your just a dream How can I keep you When your not around How can I smile When there is heartache How can I cry When I have no more tears left How can I live When your gone Love is lost I'm lost in love Though love is a sin Then sin I must Upon your lips so wet and true your eyes so shinning and so new you hold me tight through day and night protecting me from things out of sight so if love is a sin then sin i will for I am in Love with you I stand here with a blade, you stand there shaking at me I know what you did You know what you did I look at your throat with a smile upon my face with the look of fear in your eyes no where to run no where to hide your traped inside one quick swipe of my blade you stand there with fear looking at me with the blood pouring from your throat i smile at you and laugh how the tables have

Poetry
You hunt for the sport and trophies. My people hunt for food and clothing. You fish only to mount on a wall What you have caught. My people fish to feed our bellies And to strengthen our children. You use dogs to do your tracking My people use my gifts of sight and hearing. You cut trees to make timber and paper. My people use the trees to keep warm And for survival during times of need. You destroy the air with gases. My people relish the air, for it is very sacred. You came and took the lands from my people. You came and destroyed thousands of my people. My people offered the Sacred Pipe, And yet clouded minds would not accept. My people are hurt and scared. I am hurt and angry. Who am I? I am Wankantan. The Great Spirit. And this is my plea to you. We are all brothers and sisters. Can the red man and the white man Ever live in harmony? Who am I? I am Wankantan, the Great Spirit. And this is my plea to you... Okiniwa Ishkanae Wachicha Tatunka Okinamahae!!

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.

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Fu Poetry... A Message To My Haters And the shallow... The Drama Queens and Point/Attention Whores This goes out to all my haters... The two faced fuckers & the shallow imitators, You think these Drama queens & cam whores mean what they say? Its just their method to be noticed... For their own ego's Sake Coming online just for shits & giggles, Mind fucks, & wastes of time, I should have figured... You are merely hams for the cam... How you love to be seen Str8^ Chat hoz & attention fiends It's like a video game to you... u don't give a fuck, Cuz you'll just make it go away with one click or touch. How sad & pathetic that you're so fake, You'd rather hide your face... Than to be put in your place Well, I've had enough now, I detest your ways & this web of deceit that has spawned my rage This is my coming, call me karmas messenger, I am sorting out the frauds... No disrespect to the rest of ya. But my disappointment in humanity has been growing all the whil

Poetry
I Miss You silhouettes dance within my heart casting omnipresent shadows of you and yet there remains an echo an eerie silence of loneliness deafened by dreaded emptiness in a place you once tread those boyhood memories remain absence the fondness you shared the gentleness of your touch supported by words of compassion always teaching, reaching no longer can I feel you though I see you daily from visions of the past my soul aches to know how long does death last.... I love you.... and no distance between us or man made borders ,country lines or dividers could ever contain my everlasting, undying need to hold your hand in mine look into your eyes and say with all that makes me a man that I love you....without ever hearing your voice I know that the sound of such a melodic wonder could stop me in my tracks, bring my hands to quiver, create a tremble in my speech as I pronounce the words I love you... Not by miles, kilometers, feet, inches or any other measurem

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
YOU SUCK AND MADE ME FEEL SO BLUE YOU KNOW I HATE YOU WITHOUT A CLUE YOU ALWAYS MADE ME FEEL SO BAD YOU TOOK WHAT LITTLE I HAD THAT WAS MY HEART YOU FUCKIN PRICK YOU KNOW YOU MAKE ME FUCKING SICK ALL I HAVE TO SAY TO YOU IS..I HOPE YOUR LIFE ENDS UP SUCKING TO! I look up at the pale moonlight thinking, what would it be like to be a star. A twinkling star in the sky, like a beautiful jewel. Then I start to think I am that star, but it's nothing but a gaze, a gaze up at the pale moonlight. I walk on the beach thinking. please God don't let my heart be sinking. Sinking with an unpleasant pain. pain which I can not explain. Tears begin to fall upon my face, I begin to walk in a slower pace. Then I start to walk on the beach thinking, please God don't let my heart be sinking. I finally come to realize, it's nothing but a sinking feeling of emptiness.

Poetry Blog
Those Born 1930-1979 READ TO THE BOTTOM FOR QUOTE OF THE MONTH BY JAY LENO. IF YOU DON'T READ ANYTHING ELSE---VERY WELL STATED TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930's, 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's!! First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes. Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking. As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat. We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle. We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE

Poetry Of Love
What is life and what does it mean to me Its like the birds and the bees Love is kind sweet and every thing that is good Even a little bad jus the way it should A deep feel in my soul that wants to be let out Like an animal in the wild with an aggressive shout I never thought it would be true to love someone with a love that it like no other But as they say never say never for it may happen now and forever Well this is dedicated to my blooming flower and a close friend To show you my love and appreication hopeing our friendship wont end You like the warmth summer air thats passes over my face For with you i found my resting place Gentle,calm,mellow and peaceful is thge way you make my heart feel Been afraid to show my hearts desires that are real Listening to your voice and the way you talk,your smile and eyes Everything about you that leaves me my mismerize You play a very important role in my life I also admire your pian and strive So my ove i

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
Someone's feeling all alone tonight. Someone's eyes are all filled with tears. Someone's heart is breaking in two. Someone really doesn't know what to do. Someone's been hurt one too many times. Someone knows too well what pain is. Someone's too scared to do anything, except what they know best. Someone's gonna drink one too many drinks. Someone's gonna take one too many hits. Someone's gonna snort one too many lines. Someone's life is gonna end tonight. Written and © Copyright 1998 by Vanessa aka Bowiegirl

Poetry
Before I was a Mom - I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby. I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. I never thought about immunizations. Before I was a Mom - I had never been Puked on... Pooped on... Chewed on... Peed on... I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts. I slept all night. Before I was a Mom - I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests. Or give shots. I never looked into teary eyes and cried. I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep. Before I was a Mom - I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put them down. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I could'nt stop the hurt. I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much. I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a Mom. Before

Poetry
Please forgive me, For doubting your love, I'm so sorry, I can't say it enough. Please forgive me, For being a fool, For thinking you changed your mind, That was totally uncool. Please forgive me, I was scared, Thought I had lost you, Thats my worst nightmare. Please forgive me, Now that I know the truth, That you love me very much, I'll never again question you. Written by Me...Little Lee You have no idea, What I feel inside, No one knows, My true feelings I deeply hide. You have no idea, Who I am, The real me, But I don’t really give a dam. You have a no idea, You think its all right, To judge when you have no clue, One day the tables will turn and the joke will be on you. You have no idea, What it’s like to be me, I am who I am, That is all I can be. You have no idea, Everyone is blind when it comes to me, Not knowing who I am inside, I however have my eyes wide open for all eternity. You have no idea, One look at me

Poetry 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
I live in my darkness, My home for no one cares. You try to do something nice and get in trouble, You show love and get pulled away from, So why bother comeing out ever? I will stay here with my hurt, my pain and my bloody arms for eturnity. Love is a four letter word they use only to hurt me later. If they cared they'd come in and save me but I know they wont. Good bye for ever cruel world. Hello Darkness. Well I was talking to my ex fiencee from years back. one thing burned in my brain for a long time. WHY? Well I asked her and she said I'll never know cause she forgot and moved on. So I am forgetable and not worth remembering and easyto get over. I AM invisable. My life just got a whole lot more spun outta controll and this time I WON'T STOP IT TIL I CRASH AND BURN. And this time I ain't walking away from the crash. FUCK THE WORLD Dissapointment covers me like a cloke as I walk along my path of broken dreams. Another broken dream adds yet another stone. The only way to e

Poetry 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
Flesh yeilding, gently yeilding beneath my fingertips. Juice drips down my chin. Smile sweet satisfaction, as I take another bite of my ripe nectarine Melancholy blue jeans Ripped at the seams Coffee stains on your brain Drivin' you insane Candy in your pocket A sweet sugar rocket A tasty treat, so sticky sweet A high that can't be beat Hot liquid dream Of coffee with cream Lusty sips of hot java That burn like black lava What could be finer Than a caffeine high in an all night diner Sleeping Beauty has awoke. She's an insomniac now and dreams with her eyes open. Daydreams of sleeping the rest of eternity away. Dreams of her childhood castle, where she never grows old, eternally young and beautiful. Dreams away her suburban split level, her two kids, her good provider, her wide ankles and creative meals with hamburger. Dreams of a prince who will never come to disappoint her imaginings. To sleep eternally and escape realities bitter ironies to

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
It has been awhile since I actually wrote a poem but I am starting again The Darkness As the darkness enfolds my soul, I wait for my next prey. I read their thoughts and feel their heartbeats as they pass by, but still I wait. I turn cold, but still wait, waiting in shadows for the one whose life will bring me pleasure. As I take them in my arms their life blood sustains me, keeps me warm as I mingle with them in the darkness. Mingle till daylight takes me back home.

Poetry By 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... Smoke filters through the tree tops, drifting slowly westward, toward an east bound train. Going no where, filled by those who know not where they are going, nor do they care. For life is meaningless, merely a prelude to death, a shame, a nightmare, that they can't wake from, but when we do w

Poetry And Prose
Puzzling inconsistencies breed Trepidation and unease In a world of contradictions Where nothing is as it seems. Alice in the rabbit hole Clutching desperately at the air. Where once there seemed such solid ground Now nothingness is there. Shattered dreams of a future bright Float past her in the fearsome abyss. The love of her life she thought she found But something, she knows, is amiss. Weary she walks through this land of shadows, With heavy limbs and a heavier heart. Not again to give her love away She should have known right from the start. Life in a snow globe. Pretty inside but surrounded by glass. You can shake it, and shake it, but it always looks the same. Winter wonderland smiling back at you. Praying that it doesn't get shattered, but hoping someone will find a way inside to break the monotony. A beautiful thing separated from everyone... alone in a shadow of a world. Eyes all around stare through the glass cage, but t

Poetry
Striking violet in black sand. Words fall from the mouth Spoken from the cradle of this man's war. You see money, falling from the sky. I see pain, falling from your sight. The silence, like stones, weight us into the black oblivion. Glass reflects the utter tragedy of our simple lie. The lie of our spoken love. Wondrous, boisterous, chilled love. Flying through the Greek fire. Flowing from our veins. You fall. I fall. You see nothing. I only see you. The long time works this modern man. The eternity rises and ebbs from you mouth. Red velvet drips from your sex. Blue violence drips from your lips. Cursed, dastardly, painful scenes come all from you. And all i can see, Is you. Violet colored flesh pressing between the mass. Singing blue. We never look in their eyes. They never look the same. I see mass-less, huge humanity. I see the falling stars, wishing for destruction. You press against me. Crimson passes over my eyes.

Poetry/free 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
Sometimes You need to be scared To feel pain Anger, rage, lust, jealousy A love like no other A hug from a child Chills from standing in the rain A punch in the mouth Relish in the taste of blood Whatever it takes To make you feel alive The air bitterly cold and crisp Night’s stars shine bright above Of the few comforts to a lonely soul A tired mind drifts back in time When life’s burdens were light and few Images so vivid, the air thickens Ripe and near, taken back to a moment It fades as sure as it comes One wonders how it could pass Bright flames begin to diminish Time passes by with little warning I love you too Four simple little words From the mouths of angels Small in size, but big on heart I love you too Brings a smile to my face A warm feeling all over Letting me know I’m not alone I love you too It’s the antidote, the cure In that instant, all troubles forgotten Knowing that life isn’t a waste Lights of hope in a dark mans existence I love

Poetry By Angel 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
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, Ohhh god, my stomach churns like hell, its a ten, whey hey i yell someone like me or is it them, just being nice, ill rate a ten, Ohh well so wat if its a 1 its only just a bit of fun so if u read this lil poem, then rate it 10 or ill b moaning, only joking, dont really care, although a 5 it just aint fair lollolololollol Goodbye Category: Writing and Poetry Ill never be empty without you, And ill never want anything more, Ill be with you till the end of time, It is you that ill always adore. The way that you kiss im in heaven, And the way that u touch im in love, But i never thoight that u would break my heart, And this pain is just way to much. I always thought that u loved me, And i always though tat u cared, I wish u had told me before you broke,

Poetry And Other Written Material
this heavy feeling..crept close and lucid smothered..a cluttered mind and a heart cold and drench in the coal of the darkest black is a heart forgotten and dead as is within..sleep will come when death tucks you in for your final rest..take heed a warning streaked red from head to nigh..The love you severe is the love you bury it starts as it ends..silent..cold..empty..tears..cries unheard..breaths heard..the bleakness of nothing..and with that the shadow vanishes and all is left is a il feeling of all the happiness in the world has been sucked away...for the shaow, darkness was hope and the faith the many needed to thrive on another day...til then the fear remains awaiting its return.. the silent stalker that waits the eyes that see the lips that caress the cold as it bites at its warm exposed flesh hold tight that breath the sweat swept from a brow the choking grip of a ivory handle the glint of a metal cold to touch and soft like a razor through butter grinding teeth