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PoetryIt's too long spent in a bath drawn too early
The way your head feels when you're drinking & whirlie
It's the bitter winds nip on a nose exposed
Bathroom tiles and naked toes
It's the raindrops falling in your hair
The icy eyes from your ex lovers glare
Sprinklers in the yard & children at play
The lemonade quench on a hot summers day
It's a skinny dip in a covered cove
The morning dew on the petals of a rose
It's how leather feels upon your skin
The surge you get at the sight of shark fins
The smell of nutmeg & cinnamon sticks
A taste of salt tears when you lick your lips
It's a look he knows all to well
A sincere hug that makes your heart swell
The tickle of a feather plume
The thought of dancing close in your livingroom
It's laughter in eyes and joy in a smile
Feeling so tired, but going an extra mile
Blowing dandelion wishes
Getting butterfly kisses
It's a glimpse of forever in someones eyes
Velvet & lace against your thighs
It's heartache & heartbreak all w
PoetryHis Triumph
Dark clouds falling from a dampened sky
Tainted air around, constricting such purity
Obscuring haze, concealing a distorted reality
Crashing waves fall while silently illuminated
Afflicted blood flowing through hollow veins
Lifeless emotions seducing an empty eternity
Such turmoil and strife led by a blinded touch
Wearing crocodile tears as if honest sincerity
Constant chastising words, corrupted deception
A life taken in vain, blackened truth revealed
Forsaken bloodlines reappear, alleging innocence
Years retired nothing said, only ignored existence
Today laid to rest unable to protest their profanity
Tears of loyalty fall from emerald windows of pain
Siblings of different wombs, bonded infinitely
Whispers turn to silence, words sharply cutting deep
Shame quickly searched each defiled heart’s lining
Birds sing their tune, grass slowly begins to sway
Moment of truth now known, humiliation taking its toll
His pain and suffering revealed, nothing l
PoetryWe took 'em high, we took 'em straight up the hill
They wanted it all, we gave 'em such a fill
In their parades we stole every thrill
And in their games we made every kill
We took them hard, we took them up against the wall
In their loss we never let them fall
In their flames we sailed up to the moon
In their rains we slayed dry like a fire would
So the bottom of my fears
Is that the girl might just disappear
But that'll be the death of me
The day she's just a memory
Well she turned out the lights
When she opened the whites of my eyes
Another one in the dark
Broken hearted mama
Just another one in the dark
When we rolled, rolled on like a big drum
We went to the top just above everyone
They wanted to win, tie us up with a string, and steal everything
We took 'em skin on skin, we laid 'em down in the ring
So I swear, we're a pair
Like loneliness and a prayer
And you know I may still believe
You may still need me
Well, she turned out the lights
When she opened t
PoetryJune 28, 2006
Asking myself why
Why
Why are you here for me when everyone else has fled from the scene
Fled from what could have been my rescue
You stand there unflinching as the cold air stings
You think you can keep it from happening
Your illusions and facades will not save me from the inevitable
The inevitable event that is my immergence into a new consciousness
A consciousness that no one understands but I
Seems as though I never stop running
Running away from the past
While not even heading towards the future
The inevitability of my pain is overcome me
It will never stop
Never cease or desist
Always returning for another piece
Another piece of me
I am helpless to stop the cycle
As it returns
And returns
July 20, 2006
Love
Why is this an elusive creature
One that I am not even sure resides inside of me anymore
Why must everyone be so entranced by it
When will I get over that love I had once
Never to come around again
I will not apologiz
PoetryTwo stubborn hearts that don't want to let go
Each refusing to accept what they both know
As time flew by, the distance grew
They fell apart before they knew
To memories of good times she still clings
She's letting go and accepting the tears it brings
She loves him more than words can tell
Letting him go, is her personal hell
She's made up her mind and he doesn't know
He's holding on to a woman who's letting go
She's has to go but wishes she could stay
She's hiding emotions, keeping them at bay
Her hearts telling her to hold on for dear life
She knows she has to let go for good this time Deep down inside, there's an endless ache
I need to know, can you hear my heart break?
You are the cause - You made it so
I just thought that you should know
My love was honest pure and kind
You couldn't get that through your mind
So you just threw my love away
Or are you saving it for a rainy day?
Beat after beat, my heart slowly breaks
Tear after tear my sould softly cries
for
PoetryThe knot is there
The hideous knot I can’t bare
Bringing its unwelcomed pain
Spreading through, corrupting my brain
Origin of my depression
Stays without invitation
What will I do to ease the pain?
Drink so much I forget my name
Or slice my wrists till blood is flowing
Death is knocking and I’m not ignoring
Will this be my final day
Or will salvation come my way?
Silently I watch the day
Go by in gentle dismay
Filled with sorrow without reason
Perhaps it is my own hearts treason
Nowhere to turn to relieve my burden
So I silently sit watching the days curtain
Release of the pain is what I desire
Rage kindles an internal fire
Inside it stays as I wait
Silently sitting trying not to break I come to you veiled in black
My tainted soul inside out
Can you see its decayed aura?
Guilt, betrayal will not cleanse
With soap or steel wool.
Help me deal!
Shove my soul back in its place.
Put a wreath of daisies on my brow.
Adorn me in a robe of whit
PoetryWalk in the warmth of my presence
Feel the innocense
Here not to decay
Bathed in dirty blood day after day
Lost within what I say
Wollow in the fear of dissaray
Blinded in what I see
Father please watch over me
Never found my own way
A dead past molded by clay
Cant stand this confusion
Taking from me this solution
Left with only desperation
Down to the bowels of hells cration
Screaming and reaching outward
Twisted thoughts of reason obserd
Swim to the shore of salvation
Demons twist and writhe in damnation
Trying to destroy every living soul
Bring them to the bell that tolls
Running through paralis lies
As my tortured soul dies
Nothing left in the skies
Only darkness through its eyes
Staring through my soul
When can I know
Pressure beyond my means
Spiritual presence now clear
Take my pain out of here
Cast away every existance
Betray me not death is persistant
Clear all thats torturing me
Hel
PoetryCOPYRIGHT by AUTHOR and CIVITASDEI.US
-riptide-
The night ended with us
cleaning up blood
and a thousand sparkling shards
of soiled glass.
Tonight was a success,
by all means—
I can’t remember it.
I’ve nailed myself down
to the floor, and I can hear
your persistent knock-knocking
but I am trapped here, too far
away to reach the door—
Nobody is home today.
Having useless hands, I composed
a letter using my teeth.
i lied through them,
I told you
everything is perfect-pristine,
I sleep sometimes at night now—
but really I feel hollow and invisible.
Falling asleep behind the wheel
and waking up just in time
for it to be too late for breaks,
on a collision course. Screaming
soundlessly at my reflection
rip-rip-rippling in the water—
and I
let her take me under,
caught
in a rip-tide. COPYWRIGHT by AUTHOR and CIVITASDEI.US
Good Mourning
Love
You
Me
Countless nights and sleepless nights--
Wal
Poetry From Todaybehind these eyes
can you see the hurt?
do you know that you make me feel like dirt?
do you see my pain?
when my tears come down like rain
do you know how much i need you?
when i am feeling very blue
do you know i need you to hold me?
when i feel cold and helpless inside
would you stop me if i decided to runaway and hide?
would you tell me you love me,kiss me tenderly and
hold me tight
can you look into my eyes and tell i sometimes want to die behind these eyes
can you see the hurt?
do you know that you make me feel like dirt?
do you see my pain?
when my tears come down like rain
do you know how much i need you?
when i am feeling very blue
do you know i need you to hold me?
when i feel cold and helpless inside
would you stop me if i decided to runaway and hide?
would you tell me you love me,kiss me tenderly and
hold me tight
can you look into my eyes and tell i sometimes want to die
PoetryBonfire Night
across the bonfire
a playful gleam
like the suns warmth
entrancing me to stretch out
to give myself to it without hesitation
out of reach like a dream
his eyes shone with the desire of ages
calling to me and within my grasp
until awoken by reality
to find myself with empty hands
yet now, here, he smiles
a sad smile of apology
for ages lost
time not spent
love not given
bewildered my accosted spirit smiles back
with a playful gleam
warming the blood of the ages
the scalding passion of forbidden lust
sending me back to dreams
the flash of past nights
the tease of a dreamed up future
can the gleam draw me too close?
till that dream melts in the chaos of my mind
like Icarus' wings before his fall?
bonfire withering
a playful gleam flickers
my face, flush from the heat
the intensity wavering with the last flames
his smile fading into the dark
illumination of the stars
the only gleam now seen
playful though they twinkle
I clos
PoetryMy eyes filled with sorrow,
my heart an empty place,
your touch, smile and beauty,
can only fill that space,
sometimes I think there's no reason,
to live another day,
then I think of you and my children,
and it leaves that thought a stray,
then in my mind you linger,
and again I'm feeling sad,
I never had a clue,
being apart could hurt so bad,
my soul is already taken,
and you know it belongs to you,
you're my life, you're my love,
my heart belongs to you.
The hands of fate have twisted again
Altered the love I was to send
She saw me with a different eye
She waved as she left a tearful goodbye
My feelings for her will go forever unseen
To be hidden away like a forgotten dream
She'll never know as I cloud my eyes
I vow forever to keep this disguise
I can never open my heart she can never see
Exactly what she means to me
I smile and wave as rain falls from above
Now I know the meaning of unconditional love
PoetryMy Home In Hell
My home is one of heartache
A place of steel and stone
A barren cell, a home in hell
And here I must atone
For all my crime I pay with time
Where lights glare day and night
And though I rage and pace my cage
I must stay and pay
My home in hell is one small cell
That no man wants to own
For here I spend my life condemned
A man the world disowns
So I, The damned, Within walls crammed
Lie in my man made grave
A man all men condemn for sin
But no man strives to save
Each bitter day, I curse and pray
To any god unknown
My hope is fed on fear and dread
But these are only bones
I feel and ache as though a stake
Were driven through my heart
No greater curse, no hunger worse
Than hunger within my heart
I face the wall and taste the gall
Of failure and defeat
But hope is cheap where life is cheap
And thoughts of freedom bittersweet
I beat and maul the concrete wall
And walk the concrete floor
I damn each day the prison way
And hope
Poetry And Such...The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference
...Robert Frost
By - ME;)
Love, love, love, love.
It is an obsession!
On the minds of many, in the hearts of few.
Instant?! I think not!
Learned?! Possibly.
It should grow great without fea
Poetry To Indulge In.Why do I feel like we have known each other for so long?
Why is it that with you I have this feeling that I belong?
How is it that – within every word spoken-
Those shy feelings fade & my heart opens
As the beast, now has been named
And my thoughts run untamed
ONLY FOR YOU
-
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The one to adore
And love even more
The one to hold on to with a tight grip
To grasp on firm and never let them slip
The one to everlastingly treasure so profoundly
That only somebody that compliments me so soundly
CAN ONLY BE YOU Before we ever crossed paths, your destination was chosen
From where I sat to what I looked at, time was easily frozen
Time tricked me, or just gave me a slight opportunity
It was a beautiful evening to dream of unity
All details of one another going into place
Everything step by step at a perfect pace
However, I was new to your theory of reality
Yet, I looked at everything with normality
From then on you only gave me symbols
That corresponds to y
PoetryFor life there is a new love, that new love will bring us hope, that hope will bring us a prayer, that prayer gives us god, God will give life again!!! If i was god , what would u have to say to me
If I was an angel , would you ask if u needed me
If I was your father , would you look me in the eye
If I was your brother , would you sit with and cry
These are a few of the things that some of us shun
Be true to your heart and open your soul before life is done
A day from work and not one call
Just me and these here walls
The silence is peaceful but no voice is heard
It gets depressing and then i hear the birds
The birds sing is enough to keep me sane
But it is a womans voice, that I need to gain
When is it my turn to get that somebody I need
That one and only I have longed for ... call it greed
But greedy I am not just love i seek
I am tired of the liars cheaters and freaks
So where is my beauty queen, my sweetheart
Is she h
PoetryThis song is being sung by my oldest sister. She recorded the songs for my dad because it is one of his favorites. Let me know what you think. She sounds a little shaky cause she was crying but he wanted to hear her sing so she kept singing just for him.
SONG 1
Alison Krauss-When you say nothing at all.
We meet on-line to have a great time....
We laugh and we giggle and smile at our screens,
We sit back and wonder what this all means.
We surf the Web, we travel afar,
We span thousands of mile without a car.
We watch conversations flowing on the screen,
We tell jokes and stories and know what they mean.
What are we looking for? Where's the attraction?
How can we do this and get satisfaction?
Who are we? Why are we here?
We are "the Circle of Friends", made from a chain.
And we're here because friendship is what we gain!
Born on-line formed by few,
We had no idea just what to do.
So we are linking our pages, first one then two,
And wonder where we'll end
PoetryLovely writing by my great long time friend~~one that I cherish and adore~~he has such a gift for writing~~
WHAT IF...
There weren’t anymore wars
Soldiers were at home when they slept.
Politicians never spoke a lie
Or made promises they actually kept.
WHAT IF
Families actually had conversations
Mom and dads stayed together as one.
Children were raised with values
Never separated or had to feel alone.
WHAT IF
Neighbors actually spoke to each other
Lent a helping hand and had a blast.
All hospital were near empty
Cancer was spoken of as in the past.
WHAT IF
There was no such thing as drugs
No homeless people enduring each day.
Crime rate and sexually committed diseases
Had no place in society today.
WHAT IF
Everyone sadly sat with tears
Their heads hung down in shame.
Knowing there are no WHAT IF’S
For reality is true, it is no game.
Written by
Doyle Kirkman
Poetry And Stuff!!Current mood: touched
The confusion began that day,When all of our hearts turned grey.The strength of Grace had passed away.
Grace was my grandma's name
She helped us with our problems and lives
She lived with God in all of her heart
She did 100% more then her part
I remember her warm loving touch
She shined so bright and cared so much!
She smiled through her physical pain
Knowing very well what she would gain.
I went to her instead of God
I know that now she's gone
She is happy now,she can walk and run
She's rejoicing in her perfect form with God and his son.
I miss her and love her so very much
She taught me so much,even on a crutch!
I do want to see her again someday
So Jesus please take all these sins away.
Please Jesus help me take her place
Give me the wonderfull words of Grace!
Take me away from this world of sin
I'll do what I have to untill you win.
Direct me in your peacefull light
Block the darkness tha
PoetryTime
what was it?
when you were born
when you cried your first breath?
Time
seemed so slow
playing, laughing
summers lasting
Time
flew by
before you knew it
you were the parent
not the child
Time
so fast
slows when in your presence
as a dream lasts only minutes
but seems a lifetime
Time
precious
dont waste it
embrace it, make it last
forever in your heart Dont think I am some little girl
who's knowlege is sparce....
who is shunned from the world
I know more than you think
or care to believe
though my act is innocent
ive known happiness and grief
Ive seen thunderous men fall
weak men overcome
my battle is undending
perhaps pointless to some
no matter, i will triumph
that moment will be mine
when someone sees
the treasure i hide
til then, through life
i trudge and try
to find the heart
i left behind Prince of words
man of my dreams
take away this darkness inside of me
show me my beauty
remind my heart it exists
make me come al
PoetrySitting tryin to think,
visions of you make me weep.
Watching you hurting all alone,
all i can do is be on the phone.
Listening to you cry in my ear,
wanting to hold you near .
Not knowing where thing are going,
yet the emotions are flowing.
Wanting to be with you through it all,
not wanting to watch you fall. Sometimes I still sit and cry.
At night I lie and wonder why.
He took you up to a new place,
to share with him in his space.
Although you are better now.
I still don't understand how.
You left without even a goodbye,
now you know why I cry.
My eyes still fill with tears,
as I look on into the years.
Your voice I can remember,
though not always tender
I know you loved us all,
but my heart is still dull.
Parents are forever true,
because they will always love you.
You might not see this as you go on,
but you will when they are gone.
It was a hot summer night
The moon full and bright
Your body surrounding mine
I lost all track o
Poetry Oneno i don't care what they think
'wrong' is such a matter or opinion
i will do as i please
pleasure is what makes life good
no body shud b denied that
eva neva
don't take it personal
no body owns nE body
eva neva
its about freedom
and pleasure
get it rite A madness of empty weariness grips my mind. I've little will to do anything. All desire is but faded shadows and it matters naught. I feel the depression descending upon me. Its work already done in the quiet hours, unsuspectingly, has taken from me the will to fight its insidious intrusion. Suicidal thoughts flirt with my consciousness, whispering sweet nothings of the end of suffering.
Poetry....No longer untainted, no longer untasted
A joining of souls so perfectly tarnished
No longer wandering, alone and despondent
A life made whole by a life vanished
The nightmare will endure, the sweetest of treats
The Passion is gorged on unholy meats
An unhallowed union, prevailing for eternity
The passing of time is inconsequential
Their games ensuring torment for humanity
Their choosing of playthings, random & total
The nightmare's devotion, the Passion's fidelity
Forming a bond immortal, unyielding
Impervious to laity, establishments disregarded
The Nightmare & Passion create their own validity
Their union forming a universe unique
Their Love for each other perverse & overwhelming
Enticing and entrancing, they'll lure you within
To subdue and degrade you, your fate resolute
The Passion to lure, the Nightmare to tease
Your insanity promised, your soul their trophy
Copyright © 2006 vampirepassion Divided by her pain and her torment
He lies conf
PoetryTODAY~
How do I swallow all this pain when I’m drowning in tears?
I cannot cry for fear my kids will see
I am lost and alone
I don’t know how to pull myself out of this hole
Who wants a broken woman with three kids?
No hope and no where to run locked in this box of broken despair
The Smile I wear, a mask to hide the pain
Life goes on whether or not anyone cares
In this house I am the last
Cleaning out the cobwebs
Yet I can’t clean out the ones on the inside
It’s the same old tune
I have to make sure everyone else is happy and content
But I can’t seem to do the same for me
Tears flow now but I can’t cry
I have to much to do
Dishes need to be washed and laundry folded
There’s another pair of jeans I cannot replace
How do I send them to school in tattered clothes?
I miss my lover and my friend but what to do when he is so far away
I just want to be wrapped up in your arms and know it will all be okay but
You can’t wrap your arms around thin air
And there
PoetrySoft and gentle is the look upon your face
I want to hold you and protect you from this place
I look into your eyes and get lost in trance
such care and tenderness I see in you
how can it be that those eyes could be so blue
a sadness I wouldn't know how to speak
as I kiss you the orbs they start to leak
I tell you please don't cry I am here
then you tell me thats why I am crying dear!
hope you guys like it
PoetryIn Italian:
Ti Amo,
Tu Sei il dolce nella mia vita
mio cuore batta per te
tu sei lunica nella mia vita
le nostre cuore sono uno
la nostra amore e per l'enterno
Translation in English:
I Love You
you are the sweet in my life
my heart beats for you
you are the only one in my life
our hearts are one
our love is for eternity
I think it sounds better in Italian The feeling is overwelming, a feeling not many can say they felt
when you feel it you know it, it consumes your entire being,
It fills a hole you never know you had, and the light of love fills you till a sparkle of light shines from your eyes,
you hang on every word, lost in her voice,
smile that melts you everytime, and her eyes you get lost in,
feeling like your swimming in her soul,
when you kiss you feel it down to your soul and you become one,
nothing in the world, could break the love, the distance seems like across the universe,
the pain from being apart, is torture to the heart, the body and the
PoetryIn Your Eyes --- My newest poem
Looking in your eyes
There is everything I need to see
A lifetime of pain
Moments of pleasure
I see your thoughts
Your soul
Your dreams
Without a word
I know how you feel
The love in your heart
Flows through your eyes of the deepest blue
Your eyes stare
Looking at me
Looking into my eyes
Into my soul
Into my heart
Hoping that you see what I see
I will never say a word
A whisper will not pass my lips
Words cannot share our feelings
They will only detract
Take away from the honesties
My eyes
Your eyes
Say it alone
It is all in our eyes
I sit outside watching the orange sky
the perfect end to a warm summer day
I count my blesssings for your hospitality
even though you are many miles away
where would I be had we not met?
would my days be filled with gloom?
the sky is picturesque, detailed like a canvas
I wait to share this with you, I count the days
the fragrence of you fil
PoetryDon't they know that the pain is so great that I have to deal with it everyday.
Don't they know that when I'm smiling and laughing, that I'm crying inside.
It's not one thing that makes me think of eniding it everyday, it's alot of things thoughout my life.
It's not one truama, but a series of them.
I wake up everyday and I thing about it.
Please don't tell me to live for other people--
Whether it be for a parent, sibling, child, friends or others.
Don't tell me I'm wrong about the way I feel.
Don't tell me to quit thinking these thoughts.
I'm tired of giving, when is someone or something will give me a way out of this pain!
Tell me you know that I am in great pain, pain that isn't like anyone else's.
Tell me there is hope and somethings out ther for me to soothe the pain.
Tell me that you will hold my hand and you will help and guide me through the pain.
Tell me when I get scared that you will be there to break the confusion and bring order back
PoetryLove is the greatest feeling
Love is like a play
Love is what I feel for you
Each and everyday
Love is like a smile
Love is like a song
Love is a great emotion
That keeps us growing strong
I love you with all my heart
My body and my soul
I love the way I keep on loving
Like a love I can't control
So I remember when your eyes meet mine
I love you with all of my heart
And I have poured my entire soul into you
Right from the very start I thought of you this morning
As I always do
Just one single thought
Helps me see my day through.
Your kiss, your touch
Especially your smile
Just one glance from you
Is enough to drive me wild.
When I think of the future
All I see is you and me
For I know my love
You are my destiny.
My love you enchant me
But oh how time flies
Soon we'll be old and withered
But true love lke ours never dies.
So I will cherish each moment
Our time together, just me and you
And I will think of you each morning
Like I always do!
I love you
PoetryMurder
Written By: Nikki J. Murray 01/10/06
The day is dark, the night is cold.
Her lips are red, her words untold.
Slip away, to nothing known
The hole is deep, the coffin sewn
The lock is broke, the secrets keep
In eternity they will sleep
Ssh...the silence dripped a whisper
Slain by love, Casanova kissed her.
Bear the blade in her heart
In her eyes he saw depart.
Betraying suitor, unsuspected
Still her death is undetected.
Unwanted
Written by: Nikki JoLee Murray 5/29/06
Emotionless, tormenting the beat of my heart
Nothing will change this world set apart.
Drifting devotion that is my own
Searching for something that left me alone
Hollow is the word of truth that is told
Vastness of echos becoming too bold
Shadows creeping toward the plight
The darkness is deeper than any one night
Solitary deprivation comes too gently
Trusting to become and /or destroy me
Ceasing to continue appears too si
PoetryWhy did you do what you did?
Why must u run so far away ?
I really didn't mean to hurt you that day.
No matter what i say,
I will always regret that day.
I am like you in that way,
I will regret that day.
Now it is in the past,
Ithought our relationship would last.
You screwed up pretty big,
For moving away like you did.
but now i have to move on,
knowing you are gone.
But it brings ease to my pain,
knowing you where the one that's insain.
You are the one that cheated on me,
That's how it will always be.
you really hurt me this time,
Thats why i made you this ryme.
Done by jason borchard
Lost
I am lost in outer space,
I am turning into a disgrase,
I don't know why i am here in this place,
I need a new face, or mabe a new race,
Eather way i am lost in outer space,
please show me a beautiful face.
done by Jason borchard i have put blue under body lights on my car moved the sterio system from t
Poetryby e e cummings
may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she
(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she
(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)
may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she
may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she
but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she
(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she
(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)
PoetryA special thanks to the ones who keep in touch and have helped me through my time on Fubar. Luv ya and thanks guys...muahzzzzz
Falling in love with you
is one of the hardest things I've ever done.
Some people find that strange,
but then,
they haven't been fighting their heart for years,
relabling every feeling as "misguided" or worse.
When I speak to you,
I'm still waiting for the numbness that refuses to come.
The other day when you left,
my heart screamed a protest.
Was it fake?
I ask myself the question again,
the same question I've been asking for all this time.
The difficulty of the situation is made harder
by the fact you want me too.
How do I know?
The smiles you give me,
the phrases you choose,
your eyes.
I stare into your eyes and my heart jumps.
I stare into your eyes and my head reels.
We're best friends, but
I think I'm in love with you,
I'm convinced you're in love with me,
but I can't be sure.
I can't tell you my feelings,
I can't hear
Poetry..words Of Meaning In My Life.I write your name in the sand, and watch the tide wash it away
I feel the ground beneath my feet, diminish like the day
The sun sets over the horizon, another day ends
I close my eyes to dream of a love that will not bend
With the waking sun, comes the sweet thoughts of you
I can't help but smile thinking of a love so true
Often I wonder what I did so right
To deserve someone as wonderful as you in my life
I breathe easy now, as I stare at the tide
Knowing you are always there by my side.
The stars streaked across the deep blue night
Out into the world without the slightest bit of fright
To the north and south, not a thing would stir
My thoughts echoed, and in my head they blurred
The rocks were scattered across the river before me
With each step I took, it became harder to see
The moonlight only reached so far
The dark paths ahead seemed so hard
Through the trees I now walk
And to the smiling moon I talk
Though no reply is received
Every thoug
Poetry And WritingsTHis cowboy yearns to where a gorgous and precious young lady is .. he thinks of her often and misses her every min... He remembers all the talks and phone calls and can hear that sweet voice. This cowboy yearns for a moment to hold her close and kiss her tender lips.. to be able to never let her go but put a smile upon her face that would never go away .. this cowboy yearns to be where this gorgous young lady is .. .. just to be close to the the young lady that makes his days go by and puts a smile upon his face .. There is a young lady down Texas way a cowboy has takin a likin to. Her smile could light up any darkin room. Her heart is of God's gracious love. Her eyes shine like the brightest diamond and the cowboy gets lost each time he looks in them. She is a Blessin to the Cowboy and he thanks God each and everyday fur lettin the two cross paths. Her voice is calm and soothing like an angel singin. Each day the cowboy thinks of her his heart grows fonder and fonder .. She is in h
PoetryOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping--rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor
Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrows never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door--
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;--
Th
PoetryThe Dragon flies into the dusk on silver, painted wings,
And though she rides the sky alone, she has learned many things.
She knows the sea runs to the sand, and where the moon takes rest.
She greets the noble unicorns, and flies where phoenix nest.
Her eyes seek treasures of the mind, not any mundane thought.
She knows of all the Dwarven smiths and what their skills have wrought.
Her silvered scales have seen the rule of mighty kings gone by,
And when the cause of good was lost, she would often cry.
She felt the pain of mother's loss as her children died to fight,
all the foes of dragon kind that killed to show their might.
In my heart, this dragon flies, and keeps my heart and mind.
She taught me how to love, and learn, and made my path defined.
She led me down the darkest trail, so I could face my fear,
And though I feel her weakening, I know that she is near.
And before she spreads her wings to fly forever to be free,
I will fly just one more time, for I know that SH
PoetryFandom. It ruins everything beautiful and good.
No...it doesn't ruin...it castrates. It dilutes it to the view of the public, by making it seem like something warm and fuzzy and soft. Then it's just another point of view, just another opinion. It's so gay.
Fandom turns enthusiasm into near cultishness.
Make it stop.
It's what casts Angelina Jolie as Dagny Taggart. It's what makes people happily interested in hearing that Brad Pitt wants to play Howard Roark. These people DON'T live up to them!
They're fictional characters, but they're possible...but THOSE people shouldn't portray them. I don't want the prettiest faces playing the greatest heroes... I want the BEST actors...I want the BEST people. Jolie goes against everything about Atlas Shrugged, and so does fucking Brad Pitt. Fuck him if he wants to play Roark, or Rearden, or Galt. He doesn't deserve it. And fuck Angelina Jolie. She's a stupid bitch.
It's not fandom making me write this...just an intense...REAL
Poetic AttemptsA glimmer of hope
to know you care
to know you want me
to know you're there
interest it comes
and fades away
nothing changes
just the day
it seems to be
the way it goes
a vicious cycle
my heart knows
I let go
i have no hold
waiting i am
to be told
we can be friends
this is true
but wasnt my hope
when i kissed you
the hand is open
laid down by me
i cant take
more misery
the flowers bloom
refusing to die
why must this
make me cry?
Lonely is this place I have built
Completely entangled inside my quilt
Pushing out the laughter I so enjoy
Embracing the sorrows I now employ
Remaining still while time moves on
Dredging up memories very long gone
Keeping me safe from anything new
Trapping me here away from you
A trick I had learned early in life
With a mind as sharp as a knife
Hiding here now I am once again
As I withdraw a paper and pen
Thoughts tumble to paper with ink
Selfish tears I shed with a blink
Pitying myself I will not rest
But you see, a
PoetryGod must have known there would be times
We'd need a word of cheer
Someone to praise a triumph
Or brush away a tear.
He must have known we'd need to share
The joy of "little things"
In order to appreciate
The happiness life brings.
I think he knew our troubled hearts
Would sometimes throb with pain
At trials and misfortunes
Or some goals we can't attain.
He knew we'd need the comfort
Of an understanding heart
To give us strength and courage
To make a fresh, new start.
He knew we'd need companionship
Unselfish...lasting...true,
And so God answered the heart's great need
With a CHERISHED FRIEND....like you. This morning I sat and watched the sunrise over the mountains.
It was a clear, crisp morning and the sky was a deep shade of purple.
I could not help but think of you.
I was wondering what dream you were dreaming at that very moment.
As I sat, I saw the darkness turn to light and all the vibrant colors came to life
Again, my thoughts returned to you, and wit
Poetry-song Lyrics - N Stuff (all Copyrighted Works By Me, Please Ask Before You Copy)Every smile you gave me
was it fake
every hug you gave me
was it merely to take
Every soothing word
what was the goal
every day did you think
the moral wouldn't unfold
well here I am with clear resolve
no farther do I have to fall
I'm at the bottom
but sun do I see
you I don't need
I only need me
How dare you think
you had the right
to smile to hug to laugh
and then behind my back so false
you thought I never knew
you thought I'd never hear or see
obviously you
never were a friend to me.
I have resolve
no farther to fall
but on my own
at least I know
I am true
and the only way
is up without you.
Once upon a time not so long ago there was a little girl from a broken home. She was what some would call a broken girl with a broken smile but still in her heart she dreamed of love all the while. As she grew all she knew was regret and despair, so much love she would give only to be discarded without flair. Well as this girl grew a woman to be, she met a man as
PoetryOh come to me, my vibrant one
Let me enrich your spirit and touch your soul.
I want to please you
See you…
Taste you….
Touch you…
But give me this one small thing-
A glance…
A word…
A sign…
Then will you truly understand,
That sight of you makes me dream.
Eloquent language has been denied me,
I use my painting
To suggest
Spark
Speak to the imagination
Maybe arouse a glimmer
To let our shadows reveal themselves
Unlock the door of my heart,
Its depths filled with torrential emotion,
Its unyielding power threatening to overtake me,
Rendering me captive,
To its hypnotic vibrations,
Each beat achingly pounding my love,
Sweet sorrow it is to feel,
Yet liken unto death to resist,
A curse bestowed upon me,
A prisoner of my own heart,
To which only you hold the key,
Every waking moment I see you,
Your face I see in my dreams,
Your voice sends my heart asunder,
I long to love you, to feel you,
To smell you, a
Poetry And Babbleyou move,
like i want to
you see
the things i want to
around you
i feel i should burn
you feel,
like angels should
you smell
like flowers do
around you
i feel i should burn
Time,
has tortured me
all the lies
false promises have blinded me
but now, so close to you
i see,
i feel
i feel i should burn I’d rip my heart out and pour it into a glass jar if I thought you’d see it clearer. Better for you to see it and conceive it, than to believe me never. Follow this clever thought process, if not, I’ll spoon feed it to you so its easier for you to digest. I confess, I created this existence. A world of desolate plateaus and lost souls, who sold their warmth to live in the cold. It grows old knowing this story will never get told. So, I’ll hook you up to an IV of pure emotion; so when I cry, you cry and together, that’s called devotion. A whole new love potion to set this world in motion, stirring up a commotion they’ve never seen before.
Bu
PoetryFucked Up
I gave you my heart, I gave you everything.
And now I feel like you're drifting away.
Avoiding me?
Maybe.
Not telling me something ...
I think so.
It hurts to think that you won't wait for me.
It hurts to think that you're with someone else
while I'm trapped here
and chained to a wall so I can't be in your arms.
Fuck, it hurts.
Inside I'm sinking ... falling ...
forever spiraling downward into a blackened void.
Whips across my back,
knives against my flesh,
poison dripping down my throat.
Fists against my face,
blackening my ivory skin.
I'm dying inside ... I'm falling.
Will you catch me?
Will you pick me up into your arms
and kiss away the tears,
brush my hair away from my face
and trace my bruises and cuts with your fingers?
Will you be there when I wake up from my coma?
Will you save me?
Will you? I close my eyes and all I can see
are eyes that entrance my mind and heart,
and a smile that melts my very soul.
You pull me out of
PoetryThis is a 2nd poem I wrote for this person, enjoy!
Though miles come between us,
You’re in my heart and mind,
Every passing day, every dream unwind.
These feelings they are true,
Of never ending love,
They consume me as time passes,
These thoughts are all of you.
I wonder did I find you , or was it you who found me?
Whatever the force that brought us together,
It was a blessing don’t you see?
I often wonder, daydreaming of things to come,
What our lives will be like when all is said and done,
Secure in the arms of the one He made for me,
To spend a life of happiness for all eternity,
No tears of pain to cry again, no hurtful words I hear,
Just reassuring tenderness as you draw me near,
As the time passes gently, I long for you by my side,
To never leave my presence,
Unlike
PoetrySilk is the smoothness of your hair.
Starwberries is the taste of your lips.
Pure bliss is what you give me, when we are together.
Cloudy skies is what I have when we are apart.
You give me full health when I am near you.
I am dead when I am away from your beautiful body and personality.
I have the world when I hug you.
I have nothing when I can't hold you in my arm's.
Thomas Richard Dillbeck
PoetryThe Deceiver
The deceiver sits with me to dine.
She sits at this table of mine.
She stated her falsehood to my love.
Did she want my tears from the dove?
The cause of my years of pain.
Came from a beast that is known.
It is all the same.
I give her my heart and take care of the young.
Vengeance of the evil has not yet become.
The years of my misery and deceit.
May have been the cause of a friend’s trick.
The idea of it all fills my heart thick.
I never thought the years of heartfelt hurt.
The cause of it jealousy and rude curt.
The malice felt in ripping away my dreams.
Was the cause of the deceiver or so it may seem.
The deceiver pretends to stay close enough to snare.
The enemy is next door, so beware. i wrote this poem years ago, and well it seems like it the same feeling has found me yet again
The Sounds Of Lost Love
Once raging, the sounds of the thundering heart
are much fainter now.
Poetry All That I Have Leftone guy
amazing kid everyone loves him
i mean he had it all
wit, smarts, looks, sense of humor, etc.
and i was lucky enough to have been with him and supposdily he loved me which is a word i highly doubt ill ever use again offered me a ring we were just waitin to set a day but yea im young so just like everyone said it woudlnt work out it didnt and because i did one thing wrong i messed the whole fucking thing up i realized my mistake and gotten on my hands and knees and pleaded for your forgiveness and i would wake up every morning just so i could make a plan to see or talk to you but its all good youve moved on you have a new women while i sit and wait
one word of advice for myself never fall for a guy you said for me to tell you thank you
i said for what
and you replied with a matter a fact kind of way
"because i gave you your freedom"
and i could have just said thank you to this gentlemen and been on my way
but i felt all the fury inside burst
and i said i fought
PoetryMy Snow White Queen
Do you know how your
voice haunts me still
Can not shake your from my
head
Everywhere these feet travel
In the corner of my mind
My queen appears and she is you
You were destined to be mine
For you belong to me
My snow white queen
In the end you will know you
are just like me
Wicked to the core and full
of
All the darkness of the world
Bound to me in mind and
spirit
I can not breathe for you
beauty takes my breath away
You can not scream
For you know deep down
this is way its meant to
be
Do not fight me please
All I want now and forever is
you
Without you I can not
Sleep or live
I am losing my mind
What left of my sanity from
This obsession over you
As you stare at me in all
the madness
Do you see yourself inside
these eyes
Feel the passion in a kiss
Know its not for anyone
else
Brought you to this place
and fell out of grace
Heaven can hate me
Hell can pity me
I do not care anymore
With me at last and forever
My s
PoetryThe full moon fills the woods with light
The mother fox leaves her den
The Raven's flight upon the night
The wolf steals through the Glen
The druid's grove filled with his might
His staff raised high and then
He calls forth the powers of the earth
And the Faeries dance yet again
Light
to hear
when nothing is said
to see
when all is dark
it is not a puzzle
for there are
no edges
with no edges there is no center
there is only
light
Winter winds softly go
Falling leaves so softly blow
Into the piles they all must go
These fallen leaves
Piles of leaves fallen there
Leaves who lived without a care
And died so trees could slumber here
These fallen leaves
Bursting forth with freshest green
Springtime dew a shimmering sheen
Bright colors red and orange and then
These fallen leaves
And every one as happy as can be
To bring life to their world of tree
Their perfect place in the universe
These fallen leaves
Poetrysimple hello
you came in to my Life with a simple hello
Was not looking for anything to start
just wanting to chat with someone
in open thought ...
never did I think that the words we have
shared would touch my heart the way that they
did...
the more we talk the more I get to know the
man that you are the more I found myself looking
forward to the next phone call,
we are going to share...
not sure where thing Might go
Or what the In store for us
Nor whats in my heart,
just knowing I dont want it to stop
written by norma c brooks
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Sating Here wishing
I had someone to call Mine
Watching everyone one
walking by hand In hand
Yet Here I sat All Alone
closing my eyes and
dreaming Of the day
when he walking to my Live
and knowing with just a smile
that he is the ONE
opening My eyes and whispering
to God
WHAT AM I DO
PoetrySurrounded
By four cushioned walls.
What is this place?
Why am I here?
There is so much
Pressure on my chest,
I can’t move my arms,
All I can do is
Sit here rocking,
Back and forth
Listening to the voices.
Can you hear them?
Or is it just me?
They are telling me
To kill, stab and
Rip you open!
But alas
I am bound by this,
This white jacket,
And by the
Four cushioned walls.
And again I hear them,
The voices shouting
“kill it, rip it open
Feel its warm blood
Dripping, dripping
Down your arm!”
I want to obey the voices
But my body is bound
Wrapped around myself.
Get this thing off
And let me out,
Let me quench my thirst ..To KILL.
PoetryYour eyes fall upon me like a calm before the storm,
your touch is soft against my skin, like a blanket soft and warm,
your arms wrapped around me tight, keep me safe from harm.
Your the shelter from my fears, the hand that wipes my tears,
the one I long to be with, from this day, and for many years.
Your love has taught me many things, but none of them were bad,
the love we share is beyond compare, the best I've ever had.
The problems in my life, and the challenges that I must face,
All seem so null and distant, when you wrap me in your embrace.
There are many things that I could say, and this poem could go on forever,
but I shall end it here, but make it clear we will ALWAYS be together.
BY: STEVEN KYLE BROWN 1
copyright, 08-18-07
PoetrySince I was concieved by my mother it was by gods grace I live. It was him who would guide my feet and hold my hand so I could walk in the ways of his righteousness. But, somewhere along the way I stumbled and turn my back on my heavenly father. While I was out in the world he still showed me his loving grace. He let me go my way but always kept hie eyes on me where ever I went. During my life I tried to obtain things that were out of reach without his help and ended up doing things that made him frown down on me. I knew that god was watching me from his throne in heaven but it never concern me one bit. Until he deceided one day it was time for me to come back to him. He sits on his throne with his arms wide open to recieve me with loving and caring heart. I owe all that I am to god because of the love he has shown me through the years. Now I only live because it is "BY GODS GRACE." I crept into your dream last night although you didn't know. I was there,I kissed your eyes,your nose,y
Poetryi dont know how to make this go away i dont know how to make this stop, i dont know how to hold up my hand. and in the end, i will cry myself to sleep, and no one will know. and i will die alone, scared of the ghosts that dont exist, of the deaths that havnt happened yet, pushing through the pain without any drugs, just like before, just like always "wake up".......
a small voice inside my head
my soul stirs
"wake up"..... gentle voice
my mind crys, my body pushes it away
"Wake Up"..... more insistent
"Wake Up"..... urgent
go away, please, just go away
can you not see i hurt
"wake up... wake up... wake up"... whisper in my mind
"can you not see, your day has begun without you".... gentle, mournfull, but there is no pity,
only love and pain
"wake up".....
my mind crys, my body pushes away, i dont know how.... i dont know how.....
"i cannot do it for you.".... soft whisper, small voice
my mind crys, my body pushes away
"WAKE, CHILD OF GOD.
DO YOU NOT SEE, YOUR DAY HAS BE
Poetry From The HeartI stand alone bleeding
With my heart in my hands
Looking for a reason
To breath again.
The days move slowly
And it looks like the end
I don't have the strength
To love again.
My mind spins madly but I go nowhere-
Smothered by a world of hurt and pain.
I'm sinking in this hell
The one you made for me-
It won't be long and I will breath again.
(c)Michelle Hacker 2007
Poetry - Some Romantic Some EroticIt really was a folly of youth,
I should have been more careful.
After this I always was.
At 15 I heard the 2 words every teen dreads,
The 17 year olds says "I'm pregnant."
It wasn't mine,
It couldn't be.
I was too young to be a father.
I had my whole life to live.
It was not mine,
Impossible, crazy, terrible, unreal.
Or was it?
Time line was correct.
I was the only one, right?
No.
She swore I was wrong.
She lied.
She aborted.
At nearly 40, no kids.
Makes one wonder.
Will I ever give a father's love?
Hundreds of suitors yearn for your heart,
I am simply a poet of movement, a jockey of word art.
As suitors sell and try to hustle you with romance,
I can only splash the screen with colors and dance.
They are beaters of drums as gold banners unfurl,
They offer you lush gifts in a glistening world.
Suitors also bear torches and are carvers of stone,
But whisper their poems and always surrender their thrones.
And there in your doorway, no shadow w
PoetryI always knew you'd try to come around...
Try to pick me up off of the ground...
I guess you want to wipe off the slate...
I hate to say this, but you're a little too late...
The world has closed in on me, there's nowhere to run...
Tightens it's grip, I'm coming undone...
The end seems so near now, I have it in site...
What do I do now, flight or fight...
Stay and fight for what I don't think I'll win...
Run for my life and start over again...
What do I do now, the future's so unclear...
Screaming for help, everyone turns a deaf ear...
No one will help me, what do I do...
Thought someone would be there, including you...
I guess I was wrong, I'm going to break...
Can't save me now, you're a little too late. You're the one of whom I dream...
True love's destiny...
You're all I want and more...
I need you by my side...
Your soul connected to mine...
Our worlds no longer as two...
I want to be with you...
There's nothing I won't do...
Together as one for
PoetryI sit here on my bed
Taking in the way I feel.
I sit here wondering
If you know at all.
What I am thinking
And how I feel inside.
I'm dying to tell you
To see if you feel the same.
But I just can't find the words
To say what I want to say.
Emptiness fills my heart
And I think of you.
A deserted road leading to nowhere
Is what I'm on.
Stumbling over bumps of heartache, pain, happiness, and anger.
Not knowing where to turn
Surrounded by emotions.
Thoughts of you all around
Calling my name
Words you said resounding in my head.
Hitting my knees, I start to cry
As I remember those moments you said goodbye.
Now all alone on this deserted road
Emptiness fills my heart
And I think of you. You're everything I need
All rolled into one.
You always keep me smiling
When my hope is gone.
You are the one that I dream of.
The one I want to be with.
The one who I see me with
As the days of my life go on.
You see me in a different light
Unlike anyone else.
You le
PoetryWe walk into a room
Hand in hand we are
But then my eye is turned
Across the room not far
I then pull focus to see
A familiar face in the crowd
"Oh my goodness she is here"
I make sure the thoughts arent loud
You are there alone
Sitting reading a menu
"Why cant I be there,
With her in this venue?"
I try not to stare too much
And let her know you're around
I glance around the room
Only to turn back to what I've found
It's like I am comparing
The differences in each of you
I start to honestly question
If what I feel for her is true
Wrong as it may seem
My heart skips when you're near
I want so bad to yell your name
And beg of you to come here
Is it possible to say hello
With her sitting close to me
Will she see what I feel
Or can I hide it willfully
I can't take this anymore
Your beauty is just too bright
I want to stand up and leave
And be with you tonight
But here I sit as you leave
My words go unspoken in the end
I can't wait till she'
PoetryCloaked in darkness bathed in sin,
My own salvation lies within.
Caught up in a dangerous game,
Dancing madly in hell's hot flame.
Growing closeer to endless night,
As I pray for morning's light.
PoetryIf you've read the intro to Maglarp, you probably know that I wrote that for her when she was feeling down. This one I had written for her as well during the year 2006. I loved her, but fate didn't want us to be together. I wrote this for her sad and lonely, but believing that I had to do what was right. She cried because she didn't want to see me go, but knew that no matter how much I would've wanted to be with her and stay I wouldn't have been allowed. I called it A Wind's Passing because the wind comes and goes and you will feel it as it touches others until it passes by you and continues on. This is my story in the sound of wind.
A Wind's Passing
Tears of friend,
tears of sorrow,
like the wind
gone tomorrow.
There are times
in many a day
that look like limes
in the Autumn sun ray.
Praying one night
when all seems bad
that everything is all right
not gloomy or sad.
Love is one
no lesson in school
it hurts a ton
but is worth a jewel.
For a friend,
Poetry |aka| Deep Dark ThoughtsSoul.
Parcel of pure love.
Destruction|Wise, Fruitful|Faith.
Flying through worlds within my mind.
Light damaging all the dark hidden places within.
Fearful people telling us no.
We listen, and the fear becomes us.
We live and die by the words we speak to each other.
Love, Passion, Angst, Anxiety.
Looking into the future, i see you.
I dont see me. I havent seen myself for years.
I see you happy. I see you glowing.
Hidden behind, i see the Dark.
It has no chance compared to the sheer force of your feeling.
It tries. It fails. It falls behind. Slowly
I look at the picture in my mind.
Of the happy family.
The smiling children.
The boastful husband.
The ever-present grin i remember form your lips.
And far....far behind.
I see that Dark.
Glowing red eyes.
Familiar.
Damage from afar.
Loss and More.
And i remember.
Soul
Parcel of pure love.
Kept with you. Lost to me. One last glance from a taxi cab
Images scar my mind
Four
PoetryEverytime I hear this song, I think of my life associated with the military. If you are associated with the military and reading this, it is for you...
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There's a grief that can't be spoken
There's a pain goes on and on
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are dead and gone
Here they talked of revolution
Here it was they lit the flame
Here they sang about tomorrow
And tomorrow never came
From the table in the corner
They could see a world reborn
And they rose with voices ringing
And I can hear them now
The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
On the lowly barricade...
At dawn
Oh my friends, my friends forgive me
That I live and you are gone
There's a grief that can't be spoken
There's a pain goes on and on
Phantom faces at the window
Phantom shadows on the floor
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more
Oh my friends, my friends
Don't ask me, what your sac
PoetryGoodnight friend,
May Death pass you by tonight so that you may live another day and May the Angels of Hell Protect you from the Sins of Heaven...Amen.
{My nighttime prayer}
ALL THIS MESS IN MY HEAD
DARKNESS
KEEPS ME AT REST
IF YOU CAN EVEN UNDERSTAND
FEEL MY HAND
TOUCH MY HEAD
FEVER PITCH IS IN THE RED
DEMONS ARE INSANE TO KEEP ME ALIVE
BECAUSE EVEN HELL CANT HELP
WITH MY PAIN
SIN IS TAINTING MY BLOOD
CONSUMING MY LIFE
TILL THE END
WHERE EVERYONE DIES
WHERE EVERYONE MEETS THEIR BITTER END
PoetryI think he is my soul mate
I say this because it is just remarkable that we are nearly the same person.
He is a guy who although has his own favorite genre of music, still listens frequently and enjoys other types of music and from all generations.
He gets frustrated about work and vents it out in one long breath.
In happening, the person hearing it almost lives it or in fact has.
He will sit there with phone in hand not saying a word and not necessarily expecting one either. It’s like in the distance, two people at that moment are closer
without having said anything.
He makes you laugh as much as you make him laugh.
He can make you cry without knowing.
He is overly flirty in trying to just be nice to someone. Leading to a bigger picture and that is feelings no matter how strong.
Thinks more about how something will effect others now rather than how it may effect him in the future.
He has a great sense of humor.
Sometimes surprising you because his littl
PoetryThe walls and bars dont hold me
For my mind and heart are free
This body only serves to dwell
Ones time on earth for thee
Moonlit shadows dance the walls
A distant rumbling roar
Once more my mind goes traveling.
Beyond the steel locked door.
My memories serve to set me free.
Please shed no tears for me.
My horse of steel she sits and waits.
Counts not the years gone by.
Together we will ride again.
Come freedoms battle cry.
For in this Prison made of man.
Where a bikers body dwells.
Each night his mind and heart is free.
From the sound of screams and bells.
The torment that each daybreak brings.
Now forgotten in dreams.
My heart and mind now riding.
Through forests by blue streams.
Through desert storms and mountain peaks.
Highways to the sea.
For although my body is locked up.
My heart and mind roam free. I'm a fifties model baby.
I got class and I got style,
I got chrome and I got rubber,
Come ride on me a while.
There isn't no fancy wire harn
PoetryTook a walk in the rain today
I wasn't alone, your memory was with me
As the drops fell, they brought tears to my eyes
Our many memories rushed into view
The times shared by us, the loss felt
Seems like an eternity since i last held you
The distance between us seems to grow
Missing you is harder each day
It seems everything has changed
But i hold on. Hope still remains in my heart
At least i have my memories of you
Each time i walk in the rain
The joy of your voice, your laughter has me in a trance, welcomed with open arms.
My thoughts of you bring a smile to my face; as if the sun has given my life and a reason to live.
I like you wish to be loved, touched in a way that will last forever; words mixed with action; honest open deep feelings that come from the heart and blessed by mind, filled with hope and faith.
Only time will tell, if this new found love; will stand the test of time and all the pain of being in love.
She’s there
Always in the back of your mind
PoetryYour dreams I want as mine
Your reality should be mine
as one I hope to be
My dreams should be yours
My reality should be yours
As one we will one day be
All the unspoken feelings
All the unspoken thoughts
Mind body and soul one day it will be
There will become a time
That it will just be right
It feels that it is now
But we both know it is not
I will not lie I want it so
To be by your side
I will not lie the feelings will not go
My love will get stronger as time goes by
I know what you are saying
on some levels we are the same
I know what you say you want
And I may not always agree
But one thing I have learned
And one promise I will make
I will always think about it before i disagree
Verbal yes it might be
but with thought and feelings
You can always guarantee
I love you with all of me
For now and forever you will always know
That from the moment we met
I knew deep in my heart
From that first kiss
it was the start
OF THE LOVE THAT
PoetrySometimes the days never end -
Other times they go too fast -
Is there a time when we can catch a moment in our hand and never let it go?
Memories.....those are the eternal moments, fragments of time, held fast in our minds -
locked away in our hearts.
Are those moments frozen in time when they are locked in our memory?
Frozen, like people and places in a photograph?
Does time actually stop and lock in those few precious seconds???
Are they floating around,
in
some parallel universe?
...A universe full of nothing
but
peoples memories mingling with each other to form new
frozen moments for the next person to
discover? I may...
I may not be a model,
I may not be your ideal;
At least I know who ever I am,
I always keep it real.
I dont have to be thin
to catch an eye,
I only have to do is smile
when I walk by.
See I shake my ass,
and it really moves -
catchin the eye of all the dudes.
Men like all women, theres
no secret to that -
But they love u
PoetryMeant To Be
I have been in love beforebut nothing compares to thisyou've touched my heart and soulIn places others have always missed.There's so much peace and comfortyour whole being brings to meThis love is so complete I know we are meant to be.Many nights I lay and wonder How can I love you this muchwithout ever having seen youor having felt your touch.But your love has touched me in more waysThan your physical touch everit's feeling of such magnitude and depththat no one could understand.We've connected om every level
PoetrySlender beams of illumination enter
this darkened chamber as I kneel,
always lost, always alone,
frozen here,
waiting.
Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
penetrating my exposed soul.
A reflection on a deathless face.
I raise my head, now embracing
this oblivious darkness.
Alone in Darkness
the night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, lost are we.
the understanding for which you sacrifice yourself
flares once, then dies,
devoured by your obsession.
all hope must fail.
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Around, all around, the dark memories gather.
My dread grows as the stroke of death falls against my naked soul.
It wounds me, and darkly my
essence drips
to the wicked earth that is my prison.
In a strange and terrible glee I beg forgiveness
while the end of life takes my hand.
Now alone, my soul falls upon howling eyes.
This is because of you
what you have done
what have you wrought?
Poetic JusticeLong ago in endless time
Somewhere in empty space
The Gods gave substance to themselves
And to this earthly place.
Then the sons of the Gods chose the earth
To carry on a fight
That started in another place
Between darkness and the light.
Now the Arya were the sons of the Gods
And order was their cause,
For chaos cannot prosper
In the light of Nature's laws.
The Arya spread across the earth
And taught the Folkish way,
And for a time order reigned,
But 'twas a short lived day.
For darkness had a battle plan
And an army all in place.
'Twas stealth and wealth and cunning
In the hands of an alien race.
The alien brought the darkness
To every folkish land,
Stole their wealth and heritage
With usury's hidden hand.
Purchased kings and fostered wars
So kindred Folk were slain
By those of selfsame kin and blood
On every earthly plain.
The alien taught the Arya
That a Nation's not a Race,
Nor culture, nor kin, nor heritage,
Nor even similar face.
A
PoetryOk heres the deal I had a friend ask me to write a personal poem for them sort of a challange i guess however ive decided to make it one the first 4 people because i already have 1 to respond to this and ask for one i will write one for.. however you must tell me if you want you name used (including user name) and what kind IE: love.. hate... passion... lust get the point? so lets get to writing
YOU MUST REPLY TO THIS BLOG FOR ME TO WRITE ONE FOR YOU......
Poetic CollaborationsDestiny's Solution
a mighty ship to sail
embark the revolution
light the oceanic veil
watchers on the front
seek the shore by day
a mighty thundering hunt
a wish of sadness away
waves of tremedous fury
a mighty lonesome gale
a forgotten love buried
the desperate cry of the whale
a kiss of the golden sun
and a frightful glow of red
an axis of silver won
a wish for those of dead
a day of peaceful sailing
a light from shore to sea
silence of the desparate wailing
my love returns to me
written by:
Dayz & Rainn a whispering rain
and a full moon
a questing gale
an uncrossable dune
shadowed memories
and twisted fate
a destined arrogance
and a night of late
these are the things
i cherish most
i seek you
my whispering ghost
PoetryEmotions, to many to count all in my head screaming, yelling, and they all have questions. I have no answers. I’m just as confused as they come. I’m always wanting but never getting. It’s so close I can almost see it. “NO”, they say. “You can’t have it.” “Why?” I say. They turn away. “Why?” They don’t look me in the eye. “Why?” I cry.
It’s so close I can almost see it, touch it, smell it, and taste it. Make it stop. I think too much. It seems like all of these things are just clouding my head.
What do the want from me? I have nothing to take. I hold on to my pride, that you cannot have. I hold on to my love, what’s left of it anyway. “It’s mine”, I say. I give and I give. What’s left? What’s mine? You take and you take.
Your pockets full, seems busting. Your hands are full of me, my life, my fight and my light.
My eyes full of hurt, fear, and disgust. My heart is running on empty. The sign says no more, stores closed, and your credit just ran out.
”Give it back”, I say. Give i
PoetryI was born in this infested pool of Hurt, Secrets, and Lies.
Anger is over flowing with the Pain
that was in flicked on them.
This house is full of Little Dirty Secrets
that no one dares to share.
The Lies upon Lies that everyone has told
to keep the Truth of the Hurt they feel are catching up to them.
The Hurt from so long ago is so deep
And is still so real.
I try to swim in this very deep pool
with my eyes closed shut drowning with
all the years of Unresolved Hurt, Pain and Hate.
But no one seems to see that these feelings and ways of thinking are passing on to their children.
We Do Not See.
We are caught in the middle with no relief in sight.
It’s just put away in a chest, chained and buried in the deepest part of their hearts
Never to be opened for their Fear that everyone will Know their Hurts, Secrets, and Lies.
Make love to me. Make love to me like that's the only thing you want to do in the world. I am all yours. I give myself to you gladly. My body is
PoetryI wanna kiss u everywhere between ya knees and waist, then feel the pressure of ya legs closing while ya mind escapes, do those tricks wit my tongue that have u talking to GOD, then when you start to lose control I know I'm doing my job, holla for me little lady so I know I'm putting it down, and every noise that you make is a beautiful sound, rub ya hands all over my head cause you can't control the feeling, have you feeling so light you swear you bout to touch da ceiling, if ya toes don't curl then I ain't rocking ya world, and if ya eyes don't roll then you ain't taken da toll, and if I eva leave ya room without a scratch on my back, but there's no need to even worry cause I got it like that.
As I sat there in still, thoughts flow through my mind, about all things to come, and things in passing of time, the signs are coming clearer, but not yet all in focus, left with a blank feeling, yet a sense of understanding, water fills my eyes, though no tear has fell, I sit and I watch
PoetryWhen you look around your life
And realize that it looks much different when looked upon for the first time
Kids see this life as something new and amazing
Something to be explored and conquered
Adults see it as the fast lane
To get where your going and get there as fast as possible
When do we slow down and see what the kids see
A vast world of caves and mountains
Where you don’t know what lies behind the rock
Or what creeps under the bridges
When was the last time you saw the monster in the closet
Or the other world in your mirror
When did reality decide to come in your life and make itself known
When it took away the imagination and fantasy of what could be
And showed you what lies behind the rock and under the bridge
When did it tell you that other worlds were not possible
And that a mirror was just a mirror
Do we ever stop to see the world as a child sees it
Or does reality keep us moving so that the world can never be truly seen
I looked at the
Poetrywhatever you go threw love hurts, my mom and dad told me lovers hurt.I cant imagine what comes from romance of course you've got to hold your stance mean while embrace yourself all kinds of things will happen before you know... AsI said before love you know it hurts to be honest i give second chances and I'm the man in this but do you think im going to let you take advantage of thisif you think so you must be sick. damage is done by by leaving your partners sideas we all know love hurts or making our lovers hurt dain and day out we all cry on the insde or maybe i cry on the inside but who said love will die i can see that it will never die basically live is blind ... so tell me you hide your feelings from the one you love , then basically love hurts you are you say your are taking your your time but you are just Trying to find something to hide behind so dont think love is bad because its something that will never go bad its fucked up that people will do anything to have what yo
PoetryI loved you more than I have ever known
Those starry eyes
Those tender lips
You made my heart melt
Then boil into a roaring fire
I now know What my eyes could not see
You are the only one that is for me
Many nights those tears flew
Being myself without anyone
Anyone to care about the thoughts
Looking at the sky and knowing
Many mistakes I had
Many mistakes I have had
It takes a couple seconds to say Hello, but forever to say Goodbye.
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jim ridge
PoetryShe's Walking Down The Aisle
She's walking down the aisle
With a smile as pure as honey
A gust of wind as smooth as silk
A glimmer of hope
A ray of light.
She's walking down the aisle
With lovely clothes of crimson red
A look of a saintly figure
A voice of an angel
A silent whisper.
She's walking down the aisle
With eyes as deep as the sea
A song of the morning bird
A divine vision
A picture of paradise.
She's walking down the aisle
Like clouds floating in the sky
Like an angel ascending from heaven
Like a drop of rain in the desert
Like a promise never broken.
She walks down the aisle.
She asks me a question.
I say the words to answer.
And time stands still...
As i say 'i do'
- Sikandar Razzaq Bughio -
reading this brought tears to my eyes and makes me wonder if i will ever fall in love or get married... does love exist?
i am stuck on my theory that love is just a higher form of lust.
can love be found over he internet? many seem to belie
Poetryi sit and stare into eternity
invisible lips brush my neck
push back my hair
remnants of the touch
from lifetimes ago
imprinted on my soul
and cannot be extracted
through death...
through birth...
living body in inner turmoil
mental anguish
incomplete A fateful circle
A fallen tear
Another day,
a dozen years
One more lifetime
One less pain
When will We ever love again?
WInd swept country sides
separate lives
Magnificant pain and
midnight drives
3 am, awake or alone..
In your presence, i call home
Solitude and pride
Loss and pain...
Hurt the same, once again
Rivers, plains,
deserts, rains
Canyons, streams,
forest greens...
Separation of space,
a continuity of time..
When i know that you are mine.. I just found this and completely fell in love with it
In these deep solitudes and awful cells,
Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells,
And ever-musing melancholy reigns;
What means this tumult in a vestal's veins?
Why rove my thoughts be
PoetryIts been a year, my how you've grown
You are walking, and just about talking and have the urge to do everything on your own.
You almost have a mouthful of teeth
This is exciting for all the new foods, but a disgust when its time to change a diaper and try to breathe
Your love for music makes you dance
I enjoy watching you move up and down and jump with a prance
The smiles, laughter, and squeals of joy you reveal every day
Leaves everyone you meet wrapped in a glow in every way
We both enjoy it when we play
The love for you builds stronger and will never stray
I look into your eyes with so much admiration
As you look back I know we share the same adoration
You have an amazing personality
You shine with all your individuality
I am so excited to experience everything with you
Letting you laugh, play, and explore even more
I look forward to all the days to come
And wait with anticipation for life's music that you will strum
For you have touched my h
PoetryDearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to witness before family and friends the exchange of solemn vows between (first and last name) and (first name) "WHO LOVES YA, BABY?" (last name).
If there be any suspicious minds present in the audience doncha think it's time to speak now or never - their love won't wait.
(First and last name), repeat after me:
It only took one night to get stuck on you,
and now my wish came true, you big hunka hunka burnin' love!
I thought you were nothin' but a hound dog, cryin' all the time,
but now I know you're my teddy bear
'cause tigers play too rough and lions ain't the kind you love enough.
So kiss me quick and love me tender for I can't help falling in love with you.
(First name) "WHO LOVES YA, BABY?" (last name), repeat after me:
It took a hard headed woman to make me king of the whole wide world.
I thought you were the devil in disguise but you turned out to be my puppet on a string.
I use
PoetryI am a woman
hear me all
When I walk
I do with dignity
with poise and grace
Yes i am a woman
hear me all
A friend, a lover
a wife and daughter
with love or pain
i give it my all
Yes I am a woman
hear me all
A physicist, an astronaut
a plumber, a nurse
A barmaid, a detective
or a miner pulling coal
Yes
I am a woman
I can do it all
Whats in you pretty woman?
and to this I say
its in the fire of my eyes
and the will of my mind
the love from my heart and
the strength of my being
heed me all
for i am a Woman
and I can do it all In the Quiet Land
In the Quiet Land, no one can tell
if there's someone who's listening
for secrets they can sell.
The informers are paid in the blood of the land
and no one dares speak what the tyrants won't stand.
In the quiet land of Burma,
no one laughs and no one thinks out loud.
In the quiet land of Burma,
you can hear it in the silence of the crowd
In the Quiet Land, no one can say
when the soldiers are coming
PoetryWhy did you lie?
you bottled it all inside
you said all we need is time
now you've said goodbye
my heart is torn apart
it's lying on the floor
you've broken my heart
You've open the door
I loved you so much
I tried so hard
but in the end
Your heart was barred
you left me with
an empty heart
now my world
has fallen apart You say I don't love you
the way you do me
That I use you
and I don't feel a thing
but what you don't know is that
If you wanted to
you could break me
you could murder me
with just four words
If you wanted to
you could have me
walking on air
could have me pulling my hair....
Do you know? You say I love you
you say you miss me
You tell me each night you
can't go on without me
I want to belive you
I want you to love me
But I have been hurt
once before
A man came in and tore me apart
Now, Im with you and I
don't know where to start
you say 'i love you'
you say you care,
but in the end,
your not there
You say you need me
you t
PoetryI will never forget the days we once had,
The days when you were everything to me.
My mind used to tell me we'd be together forever,
But now I realize that was all a big dream.
The feelings I have for you will never go...
I wish I could take back that one regretful day,
The day when I willingly let you slide from my arms.
Never did I think of the astonishing pain of regrets,
That I would once have to live through.
The thought of you in someone else's arms,
Makes my heart shatter into a million pieces.
I sometimes wonder if you still love me as much as i do you,
Or if to you, our perfect love is forever gone.
I wish so very much that one day we can have it all again...
But for now, I'll sit here silently,
Remembering all the memories we once shared.
Everyday my love grows much stronger...
Hoping that one day you will take me back,
And put back the pieces of my broken heart.
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There once was a time if I just closed my eye
Poetry/ Writings/ramblings By Our FamThey are all lovely
They are all grand
The ones you cannot handle
The ones that fit nicely in a hand
All colors and shapes
I really dont care
I love all the boobies
Maybe not the ones with hair...
The boobies make me smile
As they shimmy and shake
Oh those wonderful boobies
To this poem I dedicate...
Muahh to my new boobielicious friends...
Laugh a little
Play a little
Joke around a little
Written for us by Witchie Woman :)
Poetry 2Love is in the air
All the maidens so fine and fair
Hugging and loving you now and then
kissing and cuddling forever and
Loving you now more then ever
Now is then and then is now
Together forever with no doubt
AS I LOOK DEEP INTO YOUR EYES.
I SEE LOVE THAT MAKES ME FLY.
YOUR TENDER KISSES ON MY LIPS.
STRONG HANDS GRASPING MY HIPS.
IN LOVING EMBRACE YOU HOLD ME NEAR,
MAKING ME SMILE WITH NO FEAR.
IN EACH OTHERS ARMS TOGETHER,
MY LOVE FOR YOU ALWAYS AND FORVER. MY HEART BREAKS MORE AS EACH DAY GOES BY,
HURTING SO BAD IT MAKES ME CRY.
WANTING TO BE BY YOUR SIDE,
I FEEL AS IF MY HANDS ARE TIED.
YOUR MILES AWAY FROM ME,
YET I FEEL WE ARE MEANT TO BE.
Poetry Mine And OthersSky's Song
My home is at W.O.L.F.,
yet it should not be.
I'm cared for and loved here,
but long to be free.
The humans who made me
not knowing what they do
did not understand me
or what I'm inclined to do.
My spirit is wild,
not to be contained,
to run free, to play free
to live my life naturally.
Copyright ©1999 Lisa Ritter Cold was my soul....
Untold is the pain....
I faced when you left me....
A Rose in the rain....
Listening to the sounds of the night
Crickets chirping while the wind whispers through the tall reeds.
Feeling the moons glow on my face warming my soul in the chill of the night.
Thrilling me with the desire for the hunt and churning my blood into a hot frenzy.
Tilting back his head our leader calls us to become one and eagerly we obey.
Romping and nipping each other in friendly greeting we wait for the action to begin.
As the Lord Wolf steps off into the shadows of the night we fan out at his heels.
Noses to the wind we search for the meal
Poetry In MotionA teenage girl...
So alone...
So afraid.
She looks in the mirror
And then she looks away....
Trying not to see the untruthful stare.
Cheeks so rosy,
Red and bright,
Tears slide down them slowly.
Mascara falls from her lashes
As tears slide
Making black pools down her neck.
A razor slowly cuts her pale skin
As crimson red flows gently.
The pain is released now.
Crying softly from the release
The girl feels nirvana
Finally, for the first time in her life.
She drifts away
As her star crossed lover
Walks in her room.
"She's gone"
"She's dead"
That's all he screams.
It's too late
He wishes she wasn't gone...
But she's already there.
She took her love
To her grave
He said
I love you too late.
She cried
Over him not caring
Instead of
Being in love and sharing.
Lovely love
A game wasted again with pain
This is a waste
Love lost again.
She cried
As she took her love
Over another dumb crush
Too far above.
He's sorry
For all he'
PoetryThe moon shines through my window
My clock strikes 3 a.m.
The knife sits on my night stand
And i slowly count to ten
Number 1 is: Sorry
That i wont be there for you
Number 2 is: Crying
From the things that i've been through
Number 3 is: Hurting
From the things you said to me
Number 4 is: Flying
For my pain is finally free
Number 5 is: Blackness
Which is now my only light
Number 6 is: Frightening
From the things i feel at night
Number 7 is: Blood
Which is soaked into the floor
Number 8 is: Body
Which is cut up to the core
Number 9 is : Breathing
For my body lays there dead
Number 10 is: Thank You
Its the last thing that i said November 6th
You lie in bed awake at night
But eyes are tightly shut
Wishing that it was a dream
But not with your damn luck
The harsh motions run through your head
Like daggers to the heart
Tears are staining your flushed cheeks
As time just falls apart
November 6th was that party
That you just had to go to
You quick
PoetryIF I COULD LIVE IN A GREATER WAY
IF I HAD WINGS TO SPREAD TO FLY AWAY
I WOULD GO FAR SOMEWHERE I KNOW THERE'S ALWAYS A BETTER DAY
IF I COULD FLY AWAY
IF I COULD PROVE I COULD SOAR THROUGH THE SKY
HIGH AS THE MOUNTAINS WAY UP HIGH
I WOULD FLY AS GRACEFUL AS AN EAGLE
OR OVER THE SEAS AS A GALIANT SEAGUL
IF I COULD FLY AWAY
IF THERE WERE NO TOMORROW TO LOOK FORWARD TO
IF THERE WERE NO PAIN FOR ME TO GO THROUGH
I WOULDN'T WISH THESE THINGS I SAY
I WOULDN'T WISH I COULD FLY AWAY
IF THINGS STAY THE SAME
THERE'S NO ONE TO BLAME
ONLY OURSELVES WHO DARE TO CARE
ONLY US WHO SHOULD BE FAIR
IF I COULD FLY AWAY
WRITTEN BY DAUGHTER "NESSA"
JULY 9, 2003
DAY BY DAY I SIT HERE MAKING WISHES
FLY HIGH AS A BIRD IN THE SKY
BE WITH MY LOVE TILL THE DAY I DIE
WISHES THAT ONLY A DREAMER COULD HAVE
WISHES THAT EVEN DREAMERS CAN'T HAVE
TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE IN MY COMMUNITY
BEING MYSELF A DIFFICULT DUTY
OTHERS EXPECT HIGHLY OF ME
I JUST WISH I COULD BE FREE
TO COME AND GO
PoetryAnd I feel like Custer,
Surrounded by Indians.
Outnumbered, outgunned, doomed to fail.
Yet righteous. Never abandoning belief. . .
For all the good it did him.
Overcome by events greater than he.
His voice was lost.
And I feel like Kitty Genovese*
Battered and abused
Again and again
Crying for help for thirty-two minutes.
Believing in the inherent good of people. . .
For all the good it did her.
Her voice was lost.
So be it hilltop, alley or classroom,
I make my stand and cry out.
Surrounded by Indians, abusers, hypocrites.
I never lose faith.
I never give up.
I never stray off my path. . .
For all the good it does me.
And as I realize that it’s hopeless.
It occurs to me what George and Kitty said;
“Vocum habeo non. Vocum habeo non. Vocum habeo non!
I have no voice.
August
*In 1964 Kitty Genovese was brutally stabbed to death at the door of her own apartment in queens. Thirty-eight people overheard her cries for help, and her attacker left the scen
PoetryMY LOVE
_____________________________________________
my love for you is strong
my love is all i have for you
my love is yours to keep
my love is your love
my love is all you have
my love for you will never fail
my love is all you will ever need
my love is true
my love is pure
my love is all the love you will ever need
my love is KIM's forever
PoetryI am me
Me is she
She is I
Black and beautiful
Voluptuous and your fantasy
Intelligent and silly
Homely and sweet
Sexually obsessive at times
Addictive and Optimistic
Loving and Appreciative
Captivating and understanding
Equal Opportunist
The ability to do anything
I am me
Me is she
She is I
Demanding
Possibly possessive
Mature and sometimes stupid
A sexual being
Talented and dream oriented
Respectful and selective
Open-minded
Willing and sometimes a liar
Sneaky and secretive
Romantic and apologetic
Confused and impatient
Playful and hard-working
I am me
Me is she
She is I
I am PHAT ladies and gentlemen
Whether you like it or not
Plus sized and loving
Every roll on my back
Every stretch mark on my body
Every dimple in my ass
And every time my thighs rub together
Is just a reminder of how much of a woman I am
I am PHAT ladies and gentlemen
Pretty Hot And Tempting
PoetryPoem by: Robert Burns
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer -
A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe;
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North
The birth place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow;
Farewell to the straths and green valleys below;
Farewell to the forrests and wild-hanging woods;
Farwell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer
Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe;
My heart's in the Highlands, whereever I go.
_________________________________________________
I dream of Scotland...of seeing it someday...such a beautiful place.
PoetryI'm all alone, nobody's here
They knock on the door
The echo is stayed
Where am I, where are you
I am lost, the silence is loud
Screams in the dark drain out the
Beat of my steel heart
The pain is great
The break is deep
Dull the sense when I cant breathe
The room is chilled, my breath is icy
Dry air freezes, my blood thickens
Slick to my limbs, my wound seeps
My heartbeat stills, my life is erased
Dreams that are ment to be are bittersweet
Poetrypaper
Aug 3, 2005 12:39 PM
a peice of paper I hold in my hand. So inviting, just seems to understand. Doesn't laugh, no weird looks as I write how I feel. just a once white paper making my thoughts real. If I like it I'll hang it for others to see. This fine paper that reveals so much about me. If I hate it then it's okay for me to tear it to shreads. Because sometimes thoughts are fleeting and should never be read. A peice of paper I hold in my hand. So inviting, just seems to understand. Doesn't laugh, no weird looks as I write how I feel. Just a once white paper making my thoughts real. my unfinished song... work in progress
Current mood: artistic
Category: Music
chorus-
think you can tame me; claim me?
oh no no no
boy you're crazy, no maybe;
and you hafta go
think you can save me???
BUT I DON'T NEED A HERO!!!
verse 1-
used to find it funny how you followed me around
i had you wrapped anround my finger, thats what i found
yet you nev
PoetryWhy were you so selfish?
Why were you so cruel?
How could you ever think
That suicide was cool?
“My life was screwed up,”
Is what you would say,
But you didn’t have to
End your life that way.
I would have helped you
In your time of need.
But you wouldn’t let me,
The only emotion you showed was greed.
I miss you so much
More than you will ever know,
But my life has moved on
And I also must go.
Your life is over
And mine will go on.
I wished for so long
That you weren’t gone.
All I want now
Is to know why.
Why would anyone
Want to die?
PoetryIm going to be submitting at least 1 of my poems to my campus for a contest/ publishing thingy! (gotta love it when I write retardedly and say I want to be published at the same time!)
So go to this link! And leave a comment on the poem you liked the best. Because I honestly CANT choose which one to send! You can comment without joining the site! just do it anonymously, you can tell me who you are within the comment if you wish to... but you dont have to if you dont want to! PLEASE HELP!
http://myndalynn.blogspot.com/
You may have to copy and paste!
Thanx a Million!
OH and yes the picture is of me! I was 3 years old! I say these things because I love you.
I wish only for your eternal happiness.
No matter how my soul aches,
I will always long for you.
Hold my breath,
Lock it in.
Block the voices
The "I love you too."'s and the "No one else will ever replace you."'s
PoetryAt night I hear a beast howling in the darkness.
I sit and listen the sound it makes and I wonder to who or what does it call. While I pounder these things I hear the howl grow louder and louder. Then I feel a horror wash over me. What if just what if the beast other is calling to me?
I go to my mirror and look my self in the eyes to know that my thoughts are fiction. But what I see in my eyes is not the me I knew. But the beast that I have heard every night of my life. The beast is me I am the beast. I look at my reflection and I know the my thoughts are not fiction. There is a beast in all of us. A beast howling for freedom. But do you know when your beast comes out at night.
PoetryYOU HAVE TO LAUGH SOMETIMES... YOU COME HERE THINKING WOW, I GET TO MAKE LOTS OF NEW FRIENDS AND LEARN ABOUT NEW AND EXCITING THINGS, SHARE EXPERIENCES WITH PEOPLE AND LISTEN TO THEIRS... THEN IT HITS YOU, WHEN THAT FIRST PERSON MESSAGES YOU AND SAYS " HEY ASSHOLE YOU GONNA RATE ME? " IT BECOMES LESS AND LESS FUN, AND MORE OF A POPULARITY CONTEST... IT WOULDNT BE SO BAD IF SOME PEOPLE WOULD JUST SAY HI.. WELL HERE YA GO...
HELLO EVERYONE, IM GREG, AND ILL TALK TO YOU WHEN EVER YA WANT.. AND YA DONT HAVE TA RATE A SINGLE PICTURE, BLOG, MUMM, OR EVEN SEND ME A SEX ON THE BEACH... KISSES AND HUGS In the darkest depths of my soul, i find you, spinning your web, making me more your slave, making me want to serve you and be yours to do what you will, i submit to you as i have from the first sight of your eyes, mysterious, dark, and full of fire, i love you http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XqojJSzpr9s
if you dont cry, your not a true american
PoetryAngel With Honor
by AngelofLove
He came to me from out of the heavens,
As I was standing alone.
My heart so heavy and ladden with fears,
The road ahead of me so long.
His words rang so true,
They swept my tears away.
He comforted me, cared for me,
Made me complete, He showed me the way.
Honor was his light,
Peace was his strength,
Happiness was his goal,
Love is my reward.
Although we have just begun,
Time will take us on this journey,
Hand in hand we will explore,
All God meant us to know.
First step being the hardest,
That one we have made.
Our journey we are beginning,
Our destination unknown.
Honor being our guide,
Peace being our strength,
Happiness being with us,
Love our reward.
Always remember, I love you...
Always remember I love you
More than words
Could ever show,
And I think of you always-
Much more than
You could know
And now until forever,
Always remember this too,
There's no one
I could ever love
More than
PoetryTUG
Pull on your end
I’ll drag on mine
You have to commit
I can’t play this game alone
Somehow I know
You’ll muster strength
From times before me
When I was not there
I can see your biceps pulse with sweat
Somehow that makes me want to pull less
I need to have a chance to win
Can’t rip at ropes that never end
When did this become a game
I don’t even want to win
I just wanted to play something with you
Never said it had to be so brute
I can’t seem to let go even though I’m through
You look so determined to win
I might as well let you have it
Then I’d be giving in to you again.
So compulsively twist at your end
I’ll weakly tug on mine.
Don’t notice how I’m not really trying
Can’t see with eyes set on a prize.
I thought I was your trophy
How did things get so skewed?
There’s only one things left for me to do
I let it go.
I let you go. Stop
This is not me I am not here
If I keep telling myself that maybe I’ll reappear.
I’m not the type of gi
Poetry El AlThere was something in the air last night
that something just want just right
my hands trembled at the thought
that things would work or would not
So hard i try to live, to make my happiness stay
and yet i open my heart and mouth and things just fly away.
Ands now i sit alone, in a very darkened room
my heart has sank to rhe lowest of lows and fille with gloom, i see her nothing but hray, no night or day.and yet i open my heart and mouth and again it flies away.
last night, it would have come
last night it would have been fun
last night weill never come, will never come for me If i told you i needed you.
what would you say
if i told you i wanted you,
what would you say
if i told i loved you
what would you say
if i told you i yearn for your touch?
would you hold me
if i held you in my arms, and shed one loan tear
would you be there to comfort me
if i was weak? would you be my strength?
if i offered my hand, would you take it? and walk with me?
if
PoetryThe Perfect Dream
Two hearts dancing together in time
Two souls catching the same fire
Two lives blending in harmony
Conversations tempered by desire.
Freedom to remain one's own person
To benefit the joining of two
Exploring life's shared experiences
Enjoying all that we do.
Respecting all of our differences
Treasuring where we are the same.
Remembering what brought you together
And that love is never a game.
Two hearts, two minds, two bodies
Working towards one common goal
The sharing of life's possibilities
The fulfillment of each individual soul.
Honesty, respect and true happiness
Are integral parts of the dream
Through laughter, love and friendship
The perfect dream can be seen.
Tal
The Poetic ImbecileSang, sung. Sing, sung.
See, saw. She, saw.
He shows what she's shown.
In her hand, a "microphone". When your feelin' the urge,
to sit on the shitter,
drop what your doing and run,
before you shit on your sitter! Slippin', slappin',
Butt cheeks clappin',
Brown water sprays,
The porcelain bowl prays.
PoetryMihai Eminescu
Evening Star
There was, as in the fairy tales,
As ne'er in the time's raid,
There was, of famous royal blood
A most beautiful maid.
She was her parents' only child,
Bright like the sun at noon,
Like the Virgin midst the saints
And among stars the moon.
From the deep shadow of the vaults
Her step now she directs
Toward a window; at its nook
Bright Evening-star expects.
She looks as in the distant seas
He rises, darts his rays
And leads the blackish, loaded ships
On the wet, moving, ways.
To look at him every night
Her soul her instincts spur;
And as he looks at her for weeks
He falls in love with her.
And as on her elbows she leans
Her temple and her whim
She feels in her heart and soul that
She falls in love with him.
And ev'ry night his stormy flames
More stormily renew
When in the shadow of the castle
She shows to his bright view.
* *
And to her room with her slow steps
He bears his steps and aims
Weaving out of hi
PoetryI wrote this poem in dedication to my daddy!!!
Daddy's heart cold as night
yet as warm as day,
but loving is his heart
in each and every way.
Daddy's eyes blue as steel
yet soft as river water,
eyes that made you look away in fear
unless you were his little daughter.
Daddy always looked after me
even when I was wrong,
his hands so rough and rugged
but gentle and always strong.
His life was oh so hard
and his soul so worth and tithered,
but daddy always tried to do what was right
even when his faith was withered.
Daddy always cared
when no one else could,
gave all he ever had
like he always said he would.
Daddy made me feel so special
in each and every way,
daddy made me believe again
when from faith I'd stray.
Daddy always loved me
at me worst and at my best,
he always gave of himself completely
and for my daddy I am blessed.
© 2007 Time is not of the essence.
Time is mearly an element.
There is a deeper level.
Far beyond that of
Poetry Of FriendsThree Days Grace Gone Forever Lyrics
Don't know what's going on
Don't know what went wrong
Feels like a hundred years I
Still can't believe you're gone
So I'll stay up all night
With these bloodshot eyes
While these walls surround me with the story of our life
I feel so much better
Now that you're gone forever
I tell myself that I don't miss you at all
I'm not lying, denying that I feel so much better now
That you're gone forever
Now things are coming clear
And I don't need you here
And in this world around me
I'm glad you disappeared
So I'll stay out all night
Get drunk and f**k and fight
Until the morning comes I'll
Forget about our life
I feel so much better
[Gone Forever lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]
Now that you're gone forever
I tell myself that I don't miss you at all
I'm not lying, denying that I feel so much better now
That you're gone forever
First time you screamed at me
I should have made you leave
I should have known it co
Poetrysitting on the sofa feeling so lost,
all alone is this wicked world,
no-one to tak to,
no-one to see,
why oh why has this happened to me.
i wonder along in a cloud full of rain,
lost in a world which is full of pain,
dreading each morning,
dreading each day,
why,
oh why,
does it have to be this way.
maybe one day a light will shine,
make my life brighter,
in this dark life of mine,
i wonder i wonder,
what life is to bring,
please change it ,change me,
and my prince you will bring.
sitting here lonely feeling lost alone,
needing a chance to be happy and free,
please tell me, please tell me,
why this has happened to me?
i'm lost i'm tired
hell i am no longer wired
trapped in darkest hell
for wht reason no1 can tell
i cry at night
wonderin the reason for my plight
am i evil am i bad
or am i simply goin mad
i wonder wht will come
simply sitting playin dumb
scared of night scared of day
down to sleep i simply lay
no other way to cope alone
Poetrysmitten feelings seatch the sky
cupid knows exactly where I lie
On the couds, arrows saftly glide
To find the heart which I hide
Over mountains and thru seas they sail
No rest at all till my heart they prevail
The sun and storm- they are no match
The broken spot they seek to patch
Mr. cupid you search and search
A place for you white doves to perch
From heaven and right past hell
Your arrows, mr. cupid, i hear their bell
The ring is low and sweet
My pulse can't help but skip a beat
Once they hit the target of my heart
I fear it may quickly fall apart
You see mr. cupid your intentions are well
But safety from pain you do not sell
Please forgive me, mr. cupid for how i react
With my love there is no contract
I'm stowed away under cover
Your arrows know right where to hover
My soul they will eventually hit
Its then I shall stop and running will i quit
For its then that you will have won
mr. cupid i'll admit when i'm done. Thoughts of you keep me up at night
Whil
PoetryI'd do her
by: Raso
If her vulva's not pink but it doesn't stink...I'd do her
If she's the queen of all whores but doesn't have any soars...I'd do her
If she has no tits but swallows not spits...I'd do her
If she looks like a mutt but takes it in the butt...I'd do her
If she wets her bed but gives great head...I'd do her
If she has no legs but can cook scrambled eggs...I'd do her
If she has 12 toes but doesn't pick her nose...I'd do her
If she constantly nags but her boobs don't sag...I'd do her
If she's on the rag but doesn't gag...I'd do her
If she's a total bitch but doesn't have the itch...I'd do her
Who am I kidding, I'd do any chick without an adams apple...and even then...well..I'd have to be totally drunk.
PoetryEmotions in a Row
By: April Terry
Loneliness,
A feeling of isolation.
Can it be,
That what should be,
One of the happiest times,
In ones life,
That they feel so utterly alone?
Happiness,
A feeling of pure joy.
Can it be,
The one feeling,
We have learned to resist,
In ones life,
From the lack there of?
Sadness
A feeling of melancholy.
Can if be,
The one feeling,
We have resided within,
For so long,
In ones life,
That we must always feel?
Feelings,
No matter what,
They are always with us.
Written on our faces,
Mark by scars,
On are skin,
And in our hearts
Questions,
Will they read the signs?
Will it be the truth?
Can one be so selfish?
Do they even care?
As they watch us die,
From our bleeding hearts?
Oblivious,
A state of mind?
Or is it a choice?
Does one choose,
To be so ignorant.
Of the pain they cause,
To those around them?
Pain,
How much must one know,
Before they can be free?
Will the hurting ever cease?
Or is this th
Poetryhey all i'm back and lovin it!!! drop me a line and rate and comment on my new main pic i love it!! hey all just want to let everyone know i'll be gone for a while net is down at my place so don't think i'm ignoring you!! hope everyone has happy holidays if ya don't see me back by then!!! yIntoHeaven.com - Online Karma Test Click Here!
Jenifer, Your Karmic Alignment is: Optimistic!
Score: 11 In general, you tend to create poitive actions. You have a caring personality which gives you positive Karma. Every now and then you slip up and harvest negative Karma. But, all in all, you follow lines similar to the Monks on their way to enlightenment.
PoetryMy heartbeats echo
bouncing off the walls
the sounds are static
your name it calls
It's only silenced
with your voice
fact of life
no free choice
this bitter/sweet love
consuming us both
next lifetime is ours
.................
©dutchlips06/15/08
My face is painted the snowiest of white
Enhancing my features for my Lords delight
Black and crimson are my eyes and brows
Expressing more then nature allows
My lips are painted in a heart-like shape
Crimson to lure eyes, there is no escape
Dancing in my silks around my Lord
My scented fans are not to be ignored
Enticing his Lordship with all my charms
Hoping at night he will take me in his arms
I would let my passion and my learning's
Kindle his fire and heighten his yearnings
Kama Sutra I know but in Japanese
I have learned it all. I serve to please
The art of bathing and massaging too
Dressed in silk so thin you can see through
Which ever way his wishes lead
I will grant and fulf
Poetry And Things AlikeAs far back as I could remember...
I was the one who was different from the others.
I always wanted to make people happy...no matter what...
And go outta my way to make sure it happened.
Now... I'm all grown up.
Not much has changed...and I like it that way. Girls dance, and flirt with all the guys.
People have fun, while time flies by.
While I’m all alone in my own little world,
I’m hearing all the things I’ve heard before.
I’m gonna stay and endure the pain once more.
For I know I can leave through that forbidden door.
As I watch couples glide across the floor,
I think of why my heart is turning sore.
My tears fall and fall like rain.
I’m hurting with very extreme pain.
My stomach hurts, my hearts dying,
‘Cause I’m in the corner crying.
Midnight came and gone like the wind.
I wait at the window for the rise of the sun.
I’m shivering as everyone else has fun.
My head’s pounding like cement.
I’m regretting the invite my friend sent.
I’m in a lot of anger a
PoetryI just can shake this feeling that you don’t need me anymore.
You just don’t care like you did before.
You never call me just to see how I am.
I don’t know why I think you still give a damn.
I fell for your lines. I just can’t believe I was played.
I was so foolish. And now I have paid.
I will no longer believe you or fall for your lines.
I know all your tricks and have seen all the signs.
You try and make me think I need you around.
It’s you who need me but I’m leaving this town.
I’ve found someone else who loves me for my heart.
I can’t wait for the day he and I are no longer apart.
I made a mistake the day I married you.
But I can fix this mistake because baby we’re through.
I am fighting an eating disorder, low self esteem, and depression.
Am I even worth any of you attention?
I get paranoid about way too much.
Do you still think you can help with a gentle touch?
I cuss like a sailor and I smoke way too much.
Do I even deserve the compassion of human touc
PoetryAn All-American Bluesville Boy
His touch was
a winner's
he'd launch pig-
skin carrier pigeons for
six points
roll a curve off the table for a strike
moonwalk for a
fingertip hoop
his touch was a touch
too good for class, gave him
professional ambitions
made him Wal-Mart's
first pick in
the bag boy
draft
Little kids are
a lot like Jesus, they
often die of sins
not their own; like
the ones who die in
Bluesville praying:
"Father God, please
save us cause
Momma's gone"
It's not them who fail to
pay the heat, leaving
out the house with the
oven on; and they're
not out there on
their feet, hustling
Disciples' blessings to
carry on
Maybe they die to save
the mothers who
walk cracked pavements on
Friday nights
trying to gather a
little income with
the only training
street messiahs let
them have
Mercy be to
little children who
who often die of sins
not their own
Sometimes they suffer
sacrifice of life, to
PoetryIf you ever need to talk,
I'll listen to your every word.
If you ever need a piggyback ride,
just hop on board.
If you ever want to kiss,
touch me with your soft lips.
If you ever want to cuddle,
I'll wrap my arms around your hips.
If you ever want to cry,
just rest your head on my shoulder.
If you ever need warmth,
I'll hold you as you get colder.
If you ever get scared,
I'll fight away your biggest fear.
If you ever need me,
I'll always be here.
(I wrote this to show what kind of guy I am..I'm not making a lie out of this poem..I would really do these given the chance..I just wish some girls can see this to understand me better) Heroes
Our U.S. Soldiers
went looking for a fight.
They fought for this country,
everyday and every night.
They didn't fight,
to break this world apart.
They fought to protect this country,
with all of their heart.
They went to war,
to fight for the United States.
Fighting for their country,
was their only fate.
They l
PoetrySleep, Sleep,
child of man
dreaming of the summer sun
when the ring is found alone
Winter shall be all undone
Sleep, sleep,
child of beast,
dreaming of the hunt today
when the deer are found and killed
we shall all be on our way.
Sleep, sleep,
child of earth
dreaming of the earth and skies
when we pray we pray for you
that you may help us when we die.
Theon will regain his stone,
Love to Asphodel will come,
sleep, sleep,
child of things,
when you wake twill all be done.
Poetrythat there was someone out there right now, wishing they were falling asleep in your arms everynight, kissing your lips every morning and wanting to fall inlove wit u forever
u kno who u r DO ME
SUCK ME
BLOW ME
FUCK ME
BREAK ME
TEASE ME
BUT DADDI
PLEASE ME
GRAB ME
HOLD ME
SPANK ME
FOLD ME
TURN ME
TWIST ME
LICK ME
FIST ME Jenny was so happy about the house they had found, for once in her life twas on the right side of town, she unpacked her things with such great ease. as she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze. how wonderful it was to have her own room, school would be starting she have friends over soon. thered be sleep overs and parties she was so happy, its just the way she wanted her life to be, on the first day of school everything went great, she made new friends and even got a date. she thought i want to be popular and im going to be, becuz i jus got a date wit the star of the team. to be known in this school you had to have a clout, and dating thi
PoetryWAITING...
Waiting for your touch,
Waiting for your kiss,
Waiting for your breath upon my skin,
Waiting for feel you inside me where you belong,
Waiting for my dreams,
Waiting for my lover,
Waiting for you,
Waiting....
Poetry For ThoughtOh where do I start? Life's not all its cracked up to be kids...or rather...love isnt. It's intoxicating yes...to be able to pour your entirety into another human being and be dedicated to him/her without a second thought can become a driving force in your life. But what happens when things change? Well...remember that its only in the end that you start thinking about the beginning..if you can avoid an end...*wish*
With that being said here's some POETRY FOR THOUGHT...
Goodbye is never easy,
even when its needed...
We delay, we lie, we tell ourselves it will be okay
But how can that be true
when your life, your love can't stay?
What's best isnt always wanted...
most of the time its ignored,
because our false sense of hope keeps us hanging on
Healing...the painful burn that turns into the scar
that reminds us of our past...
forgotten but never gone.
Walls go up and some will fall
only to be put up again
Until life send us that "one"..
and only that one will ge
PoetryControl is but an illusion that can never be understood. When you try as hard as you can to reach towards it , it trickles out of your grasp like grains of sand in a web of time. So my solution is to give up trying to control my control and to join my control and let it control me.
I will revel in my inner darkness and rejoice in my inner light and walk the fine line between both worlds, and never belong to either. I will be the shadows that haunt every thought..
I will be master of myself and a slave to my Incubus.. And never again will any mortal force have control over me ..
The anger rips through my soul!
The darkness is finally released.
Now you will taste the depths of my hatred!
My vengence will never cease!
You have stired the bottomless pit!
Now Face what crawls out of it!
You will pay the price and feel my wrath!
In my world you no longer have a place!
My wings of darkness spread to the moon..
I hunt you now and there is no escape!
You have never known pain ut
PoetryI remember what it was like to watch you sleep in the morning light,
Angelic was that handsome face was yours as it had been kissed gently by the sun.
I used to wipe the bangs from your eyes just so that it would startle your breath.
It was a peaceful time when we were in love.
I love the way you smile at me even though time has passed.
I lied when I said I didn’t the that look in your eyes.
The one that always brings me to my knees.
You took my breath away that day.
I know our time has passed and new commitments have been made.
I sit here reminsing of things that had come to past.
And the dreams that were lost, shattered upon the ground.
You kept your respect for me and what we once shared.
Since that day I have thought long and hard of what I feel.
I realized I grieved the life that was ours, the moments lost in time.
You didn’t come back to reclaim what was yours.
Though the thought had crossed your mind.
The ones that have followed fr
PoetryPassions Past
Kings and Queens from days of old.
Fear the mystery, the mist unfolds.
Thunder and lighting sounds strength of swords.
Sunsets of crimson and garnet adorn.
Fly by night on dreams of me, dungeons
And dragons you can not see.
Touch the darkness, embrace your fears.
The fire that burns, is passion that's near.
Close your eyes to remember me,
Look into your heart were I'll always be.
Copyright ©2007
Is It Any Wonder?
Don't speak to me, don't look at me, don't
touch me.
No one hears me, no one sees me, no one
feels me.
Can't you see me here alone in the dark, in
the center of nothing I stand?
Can you see me searching, do you see threw
me have you noticed?
I'm of flesh and bone like you!
I don't fly, I don't have super strength,
nor the foresight to see my future.
I reach out for something, anything, to find
nothing.
I can see the anger within, it grows U know.
It will fester and comsume.
Hate is conceived there, nurtured there.
The tru
Poetry - No RippingDo I feel like it’s worth it?
To live the life that I have?
To go through the issues I have?
The problems I face in my life?
Do I feel like it’s worth it?
Do I deserve to be where I am?
Do I deserve better?
Or worse?
Do you?
As a child,
Neglected, beaten,
Abused, unloved.
As a teenager,
Still…
Neglected, Beaten,
Abused, unloved.
And…
Blamed.
As an adult,
Always will be scarred.
But the thing is…
I have nothing,
I am nothing.
(C) Angel 2008 I wonder...
Sometimes i wonder,
What it is like
Up there?
Is it sunny?
Is it Raining?
The weather...
Is it jus like the way it is
Down here?
I wonder...
But what's the point?
Is there a point?
May be there is.
Will i ever find out?
I guess that one day,
My life.
The end of it.
Just live,
The way it is for now.
Wait till it's my time,
My end.
(c) Angel
Apology
To know and to have upset the love one of mine,
I was stupid and slow to not read between the lines.
I rushed
PoeticI am but fine sand,
Meant for deepest blue of the darkest pit,
I have been worn and fragmented,
From ebb and flow of emotional discontent.
I am but fine sand,
Ever to be tread upon,
I am small broken and jagged,
But you have never felt such a soft blade as me.
I am but fine sand,
I am desired upon your flesh,
I will make you remember that beautiful day,
I am what you want me to be,
And I,
Am everlastingly soft.
It is but a fabrication
Of dreams long past
Of loves that never were and never can be
Of Lives long forgotten and people that are long since gone
Of friends that have never been or ever will be
It is but a fabrication
The fabrication of humanity
The fabrication of truth and justice
The fabrication of fair play
And of all people are created equal
But alas
Humanity is just a word
Truth and justice will never be
Fair play is something no one does
And all people are created equal
Is surrounded by hate, fear and ra
PoetDecember 4, 2007 @ 4:01 am
Woman in Repose
Lavender feeling, caressing,
Reaching out to love unrequited.
Lavender woman hourglass figure
Graceful silhouette subtle in repose,
Defiant shoulder straight, erect,
Wistful frame wanting to embrace the dance.
Lavender woman skin satin silk,
Alabaster sheen unblemished clear,
Smiling lines border twinkle eyes,
Downy hair neck waiting to be nuzzled.
Lavender woman voice crisp, clear,
Confidant, dynamic, sensitive, loving,
Lyrical musings in barely audible sighs,
Demonstrative yet plaintive.
Lavender woman presence be known,
Commanding with leprechaun underpinnings,
Woman/child balanced, complex, desirable,
A poetic rendering waiting to be read.woman sight serene,
Blues eyes speak of moments anticipated,
Dreaming of waiting beaus,
To be received and swept to the Ball.
Lavender woman blonde swept hair framing simple smile,
Soft spoken lips awaiting the breath of a kiss,
Sensual elegance in moisten lip
Poetry In MotionTo you, life was perfect, "peachy-keen"
My eyes didn't see it like that
You say, every couple fights now and then
My heart didn't think it was right
I'll try harder, or, It'll get better, was all I ever heard
My ears don't wanna listen to you
I scream my face blue, and you hold me still
My hands don't feel yours anymore
Asking me to stay isn't going to work
My feet are walking away What have I done
To feel all this pain
That you force upon me?
Put the blame where it belongs
The sun's almost down
Where will I turn?
Don't I get a say in this?
Until I figure out what this all means
I can't be around you anymore
-------------------------------------------------
Sitting alone in this darkened place
Looking at everything around
But nobody sees
The way that I cry
The way that I feel
Why won't anyone listen to me?
I scream out, but it goes unheard
I'm in this cage by myself
Why?
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Lying here tonight
In the shallow de
Poetry By MeI pull the charging handle and a round chambers.
I see you running, and the world around me stops.
I feel the sweat on my eyebrow, and I am ready.
I see you with iron sights, and I feel your fear and anger.
I ponder what you've done to me, and I ignore my thoughts.
I think of the round finding you, and its hard to imagine.
I try not to freeze, and fear engulfs me.
I worry of the side effects, and if you will haunt my dreams.
I stop all thought, and I prepare to pull the triger.
I feel my heart freeze, and my breathing slows.
I see you stop, and I know you see it coming.
I wait till my natural pause, and my muscles relax.
I pull the trigger, and it surprises me.
I see the shell eject, and I trace the round.
I see your eyes widen, and you say something.
I witness the round strike you, and you are no more.
I know you are dead, and my first kill is unforgiving.
I am an American Soldier, and I follow orders.
Turner
Claytopia
Claytop
Poet's BlockWhen you're a writer, things are pretty simple,
There's grease stains on the keyboard
And your desk smells.
Like it was manufactured by KFC
And to hell with coffee cups,
Straight from the pot baby!
I'm cranking out twenty pages a day here.
Because I'm a writer
And that's what writers do, they write!
And if a day goes by that I don't write,
It's called writer's block,
And that spells disaster baby!
Because it's a slippery slope that you just can't climb up
Without an act of God to help you.
But what if you're not a writer?
What if you just write poetry. . .
Every once in a while.
What if you drink coffee only with friends,
And you wouldn't be caught dead within half a mile of KFC.
I'm an artist baby!
It's my job to be misunderstood.
So what happens if I don't write?
One day. . .two days,
Three months?
Six?
When does procrastination cross over into writers block?
Where's the line?
I don't know.
But it's a good thing I thought of this and wrote it down.
Becaus
PoetryThe four seasons
Don’t let your life fade away
Like the snow in spring.
Don’t let your self die
Like the leaves in fall.
Take the time to prepare your self
Like the tree in winter.
Let your self be reborn
Like the leaves in spring.
Now that you have started anew,
Like life in summer, may you grow strong
And may you never let the seasons of life
Bring you down.
Mike L.
The Hunter
For when you left me, the shred of a noble tear rolled down my cheek. For I was one with noble human feelings; for when you left me, my human side crumbled into the darkness of this rotten world. So the beast I was has re-conquered
my human side. For I was doomed to be a hunter, a hunter of evil.
For I have tried to live a normal life, I have always been rejected by the human kind. The bread between the greatest of vampires and a human being has made of me the perfect warrior. Roaming from town to town, I use my powers to save the endangered species, the hum
PoetrySome days I see the light
Dancing at the end of the rope
That dangles from this tree of misery
It beckons me to follow
Into the shining other side
Clearly it’s a lie
There is no other side
I’ve been to look
And found myself staring back
The same face as always
Always the same darkness
Hidden under every relationship
Every rock of coldness
That turns my heart to ice
And allows me to seek out
Yet again
Another dangling light
Pain
A drop
Enters the stinging pond
Crystal clear
Like my memories of you
Within the shattered whispers of dreams
Rain
A painful shower
Falls on my tear stained cheeks
Soaking wet
Salty
Around the painful wounds
Thunderstorms
That don't disappear
When the sun comes out
Splashing
Into the pools of eternity
Dropping from
The clouds of my heart
The pavement is slick
After my rain falls
Dangerous to travel
After the acidic dew
Covers the roads
Flowers bend towards the earth
As my pain
Fills their lovely petals
Lightening f
Poetry Mine And OthersWinds blow, bearing change unknown.
Thoughts of paths unpaved encircle you.
Its gentle breeze caresses your face through the screen. Lifting your head you see tree limbs swaying.
Singing brown sparrow perched on an oak limb,
looks inside your bedroom window.
A numb stillness washes over you.
Sitting next to her on the bed you wonder,
how he could sing, not now!
You anger, for moving on is a far off dream.
Such betrayal to feel comfort,
yet comfort entangles you in this solemn moment.
Sunrises glow softly gives birth to a new day of life.
You turn back to look at your love.
Taking her still hand you lean over her.
Lovingly you place a goodbye kiss on her forehead. The coroner takes her away.
The bird’s song ceases, as you slowly walk away.
Author: Me WORDS TO GROW ON...
If I want my dreams to come true, I mustn't oversleep.
Of all the things I wear, my expression is the most important.
The best vitamin for making friends: B-1
The quality of my life
PoetryFantasy
All my life I had built up a fantasy
of the perfect man.
Countless romance stories and fables
helped make that fantasy a reality in my mind.
Searching for that fantasy lead to many
disappointments.
Reality made it clear that there was no such man.
And as the years went by, the fantasy started
to fade away - until I met you.
I had almost given up on the fantasy until
my fantasy became reality,
that reality became you.
Walk With Me
Walk with me, the path of life,
to explore every bend of the road
Enjoy with me the beauty of life,
along its wonderful way
Find comfort with me, in each other's arms,
when grief crosses our path
Find strength with me, in each other's strength,
when despair lies in wait
Laugh with me, a single true laugh,
to enlighten another's distress
Cry with me, a single true tear,
to understand true happiness
Cherish with me, the wonders of life,
as they need to be preserved
Rejoice with me, in the mysteries,
of what is
PoetryCricket in Verse
A bowler, a batsman, and a cricket bat
I'm learning a little and that's just that
You play on grass and bowl at a wicket
If the opposing team pouts you tell em to stick it
The bowler belongs to the fielding team
And hurls a ball by the leather seam
If the batsmans not out he runs between wickets
And exchanges positions with the non striker in cricket
Cricket it seems doesn't have cheerleaders,
And that's quite sad, because I had a few leaders.
One was a cheer for the MMU girl's team
And the other was for an Angel I met in a dream.
It's nice to have friends who are different than you
They can teach you about things you never knew
Like how to laugh, and listen, and be glad
Even when their flatmates think they are mad.
So this ones for Angel, a girl I adore
She's sweet, and she's kind, and never a bore
I tell her with this poem that my friendship will last
Long after the cricket game fades in the past.
Rose Upon a Wisp
Shall I cast your
PoetryIm sorry my child for the world youre now in
optics for learning and tubes to breath
no more animals of wyld to see
They have all died buying and selling
they are all gone from hunting and killing
all this for power
Im sorry My child
for the world we give to you
from the lions and tigers youll only see in a zoo
to the ones which the older generations have seen
and you will never see
Im sorry that my generation has wiped the trees clean
planted only their favorites
im sorry for the world that i give to you
filled with plastics and rubber, paper and paper
greed took it all away my child
im sorry for the world you now breathe in
and for future generations
I apologize to you as well
soon all things of the wyld will be dead or in a controlled zoo
where you will hear of the past
instead of seeing it as it happens
instead of knowing that we are in balance
im sorry
that mankind has given you a dying world
which we stabbed out of arrogance and greed (Some
Poetry From The ChimpmanLSD leads you
To see a cow in a tree
saying Moo Moo Moo Words cannot express my love for you
So pure, so wonderful and so true
Words cannot explain
My undying pain
The pain I feel when we're apart
Like a piece is missing from my heart
But there's something you should know before I go on
I'm really a flesh eating mutant monkey man for the planet Gorgon
PoetryLove and Friendship
Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?
The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That, when December blights thy brow,
He may still leave thy garland green.
The Definition of Love
My love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis for object strange and high;
It was begotten by Despair
Upon Impossibility.
Magnanimous Despair alone
Could show me so divine a thing
Where feeble Hope could ne'er have flown,
But vainly flapp'd its tinsel wing.
And yet I quickly might arrive
Where my extended soul is fixt,
But Fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds itself betwixt.
For Fate with jealous eye does see
Two perfect loves, nor lets them c
Poetry WorldMy mom died last Saturday and here is a poem dedicated to her! Love you mom.
Ken
As I put pen to paper
The tears seem to never stop
For my pain is real
Not something make believe
Mom you were always there
When I needed you and now
You have made that journey
To a better place
The pain is fresh
And hurts real deep
But in the end
We will be together
One last time
No matter how long
Until we meet again
just know your in my every thought
Wish and pray
Most of all know
I love you Mom As I walk through the garden of life
Only certain people will touch
And give you a warm fuzzy feeling inside
When I look inside myself
Thinking of her
Makes me smile
Knowing she has touched my world
And made it a better place to live
If you meet her just once
You will leave with
Something you only dream about
Someone who You can call friend
Her beauty will charm you
Her smile will melt your heart
But most of all
You will have met something
That was heaven sen
Poetryto one and all happy thanks giving...to all my family and friends across the pond
~ Love's Sacred Bond ~
When I lovingly look into your eyes
I see the bond of love that ties
A Sacred bond that none can sever
that binds our two hearts forever
Our two lone souls met by fate
Two wild hearts that could relate
with wild spirits others could not tame
our love burns like a fiery flame
The key to my heart had disappeared
until you, my forever love, appeared
You take my heart places it's never been
Our spirited passions flying on the wind
Unlocking love's mysteries of old
as their great secrets to us unfold
Their splendor is now ours to hold
Mysteries of love more precious than gold
Our nights filled with ecstasy's bliss
Mornings greeted with passion's kiss
I love you in so many ways
You ever fill my nights and days...
Everything our hearts ever dreamed of
Strong as the eagle who soars above
Soft and gentle as the purest dove
This is our Sacred Bond of love
PoetryWhat is love?
Love is the feeling I get when I look into your eyes
The feeling I get when I am with you
Holding you tightly in my arms
Love is the feeling I get when I'm with you
Just talking to you and listening
Hearing about your problems
Telling you about mine
Love is built with trust and faith
Both of them grow with time
They grow with time apart and together
For they all go together
Love is more than a word or feeling
It is a combination of many things
Love is a powerful word to use
Most people don't understand it
Love is a word you need to use
Carefully and understand the full meaning of
For when you find love you why
And can say it with trustfulness When I look at you you seem so sad
I wish that there is something I could do
I feel really bad
I want only the best for you
I wish for you so much
I wait everyday for you to be near
I miss and want your touch
I wish so much that you were here
If I die
I want the whole world to know
That I woul
PoetryI need to escape; break away from this hell
My incubus has me under his spell
Enslaved by what’s pure, sophisticated, and refined
How can my life be so intertwined
There has to be more than all that I am
A life of a lady I’m forever condemned
To scream out in frustration, or pain, even pleasure
Is forbidden for someone whose virtue is treasured
I have the desire to be eternally here
I hope that my memory will persevere
Immortality is something that few can obtain
It’s not for the shy timid mentally sane
Will ever I be what I am in my mind?
Will I ever break free of the pure and refined?
I have failed no matter whom I chose to be
So I will sit back and wonder, who is the real me? Fare thee well bright sunny days forever lost in endless dreams
These fickle wishes of timeless love eternally block your beams
The silent screams deafen my ears and darkness lights the room
While lonely emptiness restrains me and invades my happy tomb
Solitude and isolation keep me company s
PoetryCrushed, broken .... in a moment in time.
Heart pounding.... tears building up like a dam getting ready to break.
Overwhelming feelings take control.... you begin to feel as if your world has ended....
waiting for precious memories to flood you...
longing for the one that hurt you to just come back to you.. wondering why... how.. how a pain so intense hasnt killed you yet....
Songs on the radio bring back everything you ever felt for that one person.little things around you remind you of them..... why does love hurt so bad?
Because this isnt love....... love doesnt have to change you..... if someone wants to change you then how can they love you?
they cant because with love you can not pick and choose what it is about someone that you love... it's and all or nothing kind of thing.....
so in conclusion.... the word love is NOT to be used lightly.... remember I love you is 8 letters .... so is Bullshit
Poetry Such As It IsI am a man divided, full of anger
Yet wanting only to rid myself of its taint
Every step forward has that moment
In the corner of my eye, the evil I feel
Creeping inside me
Eating at what I want to be
I can't get away from its source, not yet
I am still held back by the consequences
Of actions done out of love that nearly destroyed me
I felt like a murderer holding the knife
Ready to plunge it in the heart of the one I held dearest
And I did, having no choice but to believe
That what I wanted most was only destroying me
That was the day I lost faith in everything I felt was pure
I lost my innocence the day I betrayed my own heart to do as I was told
Can I ever forgive myself?
Life was never guaranteed to be fair
But all I want is a chance to live a happy life
Free of the things that anger me
Is forgiveness too much for a man without a soul left to sell?
Will the villain inside ever go away? What do people mean when they say normal?
Is it the stereotyped American dr
Poetry*Memories*
Life has taken a drastic turn,
Your days are filled with heartaches, tears, and concern.
The house may feel empty.
You may search for something that you wish was still there.
You know in your heart the emptiness will always be there.
It is our memories that keep them Near.
As each day goes by, it seems hopeless no matter how hard you try.
Hoping you hear, The sound of their voice so soft and clear.
If you listen closely that hope you will hear.
The memories are what get us through the many tears.
Listen to the sound, the sound of angels dancing around.
Though they aren't here upon the ground.
It is because of them the laughter soon will be found.
So listen closely I say.
All of the angels will be together again one day.
When you sit there and hope to see,
A glimpse of what life use to be.
Don't be sad if it doesn't appear.
It will be in the slightest breeze that I will,
gently kiss your cheek.
It will be the memory to give you that peace.
If you find
PoetryThis is my Tribute to the Iraq War.
Two soldiers stare at each other across no mans land with hatred in their eyes.
There because of politics and religion.
Two men stare at each other.
One with a loving wife and 2 kids waiting back home for him.
The other with a lover awaiting his return.
Two humans stare at each other across no mans land.
After today neither will stare no more. I stand at the crossroads
A man in black at my left hand
Offering me everything I ever wanted
The price, My Soul
A man in white at my right hand
Offering me nothing in this life
The price, My Heart
Which do I choose My Soul or my Heart
When neither mean anything to me. originally dedicated to my ex-girlfriend.
WHAT NOW?
As I slip the ring on her finger
I think about my past
All the girls I had
And the the few girls I've loved
All the bad things I've done
And the good things that came of it
All the good things I've done
And the many bad things that came of it
All the places I've se
PoetryYou make them then break them because you can’t keep them. You make only as a bribe to get something you want. They mean the world to me but nothing to you. They’re just empty words, floating on the wind as you leave just like everyone else. My heart aches and a part of me dies each time a promise to me is broken. The tears I cry are nothing compared to the blood I’ll shed when the final promise, the most important one…to protect my heart and soul… is broken. The pain you cause me is taking a toll on my body. Neither of us can be happy. To make you happy, I have to be unhappy. Stop making promises you can’t keep. Make this one last promise to me. Promise me when I leave you’ll forget about me and move on, not dwell on me and your past. Just leave me alone. Don’t call me, don’t message me, don’t stalk me. I will have long forgot about you. The fire inside
Burns the leaves of your soul.
An entire forest burned down
Because fire was created.
The scars everlasting
The memories never
Poetry 1I wake myself
talking in my sleep
Way too down
To even eat
A voice drifts softly
On my mind
Will there ever be
Another time
Afraid to go to bed
Cause its to cold
Nothing there for me
Just pillows to hold
I know one day
I will be fine
Getting over love
Just takes time
Day by day
It comes and goes
This kinda pain
Doesn't always show
So I make a promise
To the man in the mirror
To just let go
And hope life gets clearer
PoetryI look into your eyes,
I pray you will remove your disguise.
I see your face,
I pray you return to your grace.
I feel your pain,
I pray for God’s rain.
I hold out my hand,
I want to show you this land.
This land of beautiful wonder,
No one can asunder.
A place of unity,
Love infinity.
Excuse my eloquence,
You hold such sustenance.
Your aura is strong,
You make me belong.
Without you,
The sky is not blue.
Without you,
The stars are not new.
As white as the dove,
Is the purity of my love.
I pray you understand,
My love is without demand.
When I hold your arm,
I am safe from harm.
I can still see your smile,
Even though it has been awhile.
You have my heart,
I never want to part.
Your soul I cannot mend,
I am merely your friend.
I pray you see,
Your love in me.
An Original by Ms. Fay Osayo Rodrigues
~~Your Wildest Dream~~
I sit and stare at the moon,
I keep asking let it be soon.
I start to count the stars,
I think of your scars.
Poetry 2another day drifting
wandering in my mind
memories still haunt
taking me back in time
I used to have a heart
it beat strong and proud
before cupids arrows
swiftly took me down
love is very unique
the worst kind of pain
even when it is good
it can drive you insane
it causes happiness
thoughts of angels in your mind
it brings on depression
when your alone at night
one way or the other
its a curse faced by all
Love may lift you up
but its one hell of a fall
PoetryWhen I wake up screaming
The shadows fresh in my mind
When I feel I can't go on dreaming
I miss you.
You who made me strong
who made everything so right
when it was just so wrong
who made me feel safe at night.
When I walk the streets utterly alone
The bruises so fresh on my skin and soul
feeling comfort in the love you've shown
I miss you.
You who dried my tears
who made it seem ok
when I was swallowed by my fears
who made me sure enough to face the day.
When I run to a corner and hide
the injustice of it makes me feel smothered
when I feel failure and am too tired to try
I miss you.
You who for me fought
who made my fears go away
when i forgot the lessons you taught
who made it vanish, even my shame
I miss you. I miss you. I miss you
Forgive me if I'm selfishly worried about my own problems.
I'm sorry I'm so busy trying to solve them.
I'm finding it so hard to hear
with you yelling so loudly in my ear.
Forgive me that i can't find it in me
PoetryThe end is near for the angel and the outlaw.
You said its time to go our separate ways.
You said you need your freedom and to make it on your own.
You have to find your peace and happiness.
Our journey has been long and full of pain.
We have endured more than most think possible
but we made it work for as long as we could.
I thank you for the years and the gifts that you have given me.
I just wish that it didn't have to end this way.
There will always be a spot beside me for you if you ever want to continue on this path.
Its time for my angel to fly and find the happiness that she is longing for.
We will think of you often and hope you do the same of us.
As was once said: " If you love something set it free. If it returns then it was meant to be."
We will see.
As always
This is , Jus_4_kix
Fading into darkness
Secrets
Hidden
In the darkness
All around us
Some mine
Some yours
Old
New
Poetry"NOW AN EMPTY HEART"
May I take a moment
and express myself
There is not much
of me thats left.
So little - too late,
So much - too soon.
Now an empty heart
in a crowded room.
" NEXT MAN "
Is there any hope -
when one's love is in doubt.
Can one foresee the coming
when one's love swing,
and strike out.
You stand in love's arena
with your hat still in hand.
Your hands begin to sweat,
and the umpire cries out,
next man.
" POETRY "
Poetry is feelings
that is every man's dream.
Invisible thoughts
that have no name.
We have no doubt,
we can conceive.
It is people like you
who dont believe.
Poetry is sweet melodies
and lonely hearts.
Poetry is everything that is worlds apart.
PoetryTime has run out, for me.
Everything's distant and I don't know what to believe.
It's so hard, lost in the world confusion.
And I need to leave, for a while.
Life is so meaningless; there is nothing worth a smile.
So goodbye, I'll miss you.
And I'm sorry, but this is my fate.
Everything is worthless, no one who wants me to stay.
And I'm sorry, but I've waited too long.
So here's my goodbye, no one will cry over me.
I'm not worth any tears.
It's been the years, of abuse.
Neglected to treat the disorder,
That controls my youth, for so long.
I'm in a fleshy tomb, buried up above the ground.
It's no use, why should I hold on?
It's been five years, don't need one more.
So goodbye, life's abuse.
And I'm sorry, but this is my fate.
Everything is worthless, no one who wants me to stay.
And I'm sorry, but I've waited too long.
So here's my goodbye, no one will cry over me.
I'm not worth any tears.
And I'm sorry, but this is my fate.
Everyt
PoetryDistance … like a sunken ship
Harbors the treasure of your touch.
Unceasingly, I dive the depths
In search of one more glimpse.
Like a mirage …
It gives me the illusion of closeness.
So tormented by your absence,
I forget to rise for air.
Lack of oxygen intensifies my illusion.
You mystify me!
So with every ounce of hope
I force myself deeper into the abyss.
And in reaching you - I slip into unconsciousness
To spend eternity in your embrace.
I longed to spend time with you yesterday~
Simple conversation turned to more than just words on a screen! ~
A hollowness burning deep in my chest ~
A subtle nervousness that won't cease ~
A curiosity that drowns every thought (all reality) ~
A fear of falling to deep once again ~
A silent whisper (a prayer one might say) ~
That fate might bring us nearer ~
Heat penetrating my body ~
Invasively almost destructive! ~
Wonder if only my imagination ~
Getting away with me ~
A hunger far from being quenched! ~
An innocence ~
PoetryStop my heart from beating
cannot stand to feel the emotions that lead to the pain,
eventual pain she always hurts, never intentional
always sorry tears...she has lied can I believe those?
Can I touch them they seem real,
no sign of illusion or slight of hand,
cannot allow...
No not again never again,
why did you do it?
(it was what i wanted to do)
when you can't find no one to blame you just blame yourself.
another notch she spews forth,
repeated by love you,
need you,
never would of gone through with it never...
Funny word never,
It rarely means what it says...
funny thing about love it seems to follow suit,
funny thing about the heart it breaks so often it hardens and becomes a cold shell of what it once was.
Funny thing about life...
it ends.
I'd never take my own life...
NEVER. Hands softly caress flesh
words never spoken emerge from closed lips
the sounds speak of ecstasy
the taste sweet intoxicating
lost for a moment in eyes that scream truth
again
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Beyond the sleepy hills I see,
The sun drops in yellow mist,
The sky is fresh with dewy stars,
Above a sea of amethyst,
Yet, in the city of my love,
The sun burns all the heaven's bare,
For him,the happiness of light,
For me a delecate despair,
Give me neither love nor tears,
Or dreams that sear the night with fire,
Go lightly on your journey,Unburdened by desire,
Forget me for a month, a year,
But my love, think of me,
When unexpected beauty burns,
Like sudden sunlight into the sea
I could give him weeping,
Or I could give him song,
But how can I give him silence,
My whole life long
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She arrived suddenly in tangerine bliss
With my password clenched in her fist
She touched me… and my heart ignited
with a gaze of spontaneous combustion
She lead me by the hand to her Nirvana
where she laid out the galaxy at my feet
I savored her feminin
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IF A CHILD LIVES WITH CRITICISM,
HE LEARNS TO CONDEMN.
IF A CHILD LIVES WITH HOSTILITY,
HE LEARNS TO FIGHT.
IF A CHILD LIVES WITH RIDICULE,
HE LEARNS TO BE SHY.
IF A CHILD LIVES WITH SHAME,
HE LEARNS TO BE GUILTY.
IF A CHILD LIVES WITH TOLERANCE,
HE LEARNS TO BE PATIENT.
IF A CHILD LIVES WITH ENCOURAGEMENT
HE LEARNS CONFIDENCE.
IF A CHILD LIVES WITH PRAISE,
HE LEARNS TO APPRECIATE.
IF A CHILD LIVES WITH FAIRNESS,
HE LEARNS JUSTICE.
Poetryi walk along a lonely street. the only sound is my two feet. wondering where everyone has gone. a cool brisk wind moves me along. off in the distance i here a howl. the closer i get i smell something fowl. i glance to the right and what do i see? two pair of red eyes stairing back at me. half afraid and trembling with fear. i start running to the gates that are near. the harder i try to pry them open the flame gets higher . a sinister man says with a grin. believe in me and come on in. should i open them and let my spirit roam? or turn around and head back home?
Poetry N Stufftheres nothing leftnothing insidetheres no place leftfor me to hidei'm left for deada bleeding heartkeeps seeing redsoon death must startthe tears fall downand mix with bloodthey hit the groundand start a floodi drown in sorrowdazed, and confuzedmy troubles borrowedi'm feeling usedtheres nothing leftnothing insidetheres no place leftfor me to hide
a heart will love
when it wants to
giving you hope
'spite all you do
a heart will hope
even when blue
for her return
back home to you
a heart will cry
cause shes not true
bleeding inside
when she hurts you
a heart will die
as it will do
without that love
that once loved you sometimes i cut myself
just to watch it bleed
i dont know
i just feel the need
everything inside
ties me in a knot
it seems like its
the only release i got
they tried to say
it was all for attention
motherfucker
wheres all my tension
i hurt inside
til i dont know me
when i feel pain
it sets me free
its not the same
as what you did
Poetrynew
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"It takes strength to be certain
It takes courage to have doubts.
It takes strength to fit in,
It takes courage to stand out.
It takes strength to feel a friend's pain,
It takes courage to feel your own pain.
It takes strength to hide your own pains,
It takes courage to show them.
It takes strength to stand guard,
It takes courage to let down your guard.
It takes strength to conquer,
It takes courage to surrender.
It takes strength to endure abuses,
It takes courage to stop them.
It takes strength to stand alone,
It takes courage to lean on a friend.
It takes strength to love,
It takes courage to be loved.
It takes strength to survive,
It takes courage to live."
by David L. Griffith Its funny i sit here day after day trying to think of what to write as my fingertips rest over the keys and nothing nothing happens. I used to be able to write with ease no problems, my feelings would just pore out on to the pape
PoetryYou Slowly Undress Me..
You Kiss Me 2 Calm Me Down
You Lay Me On My Stomache
& Whisper Things Ive Never Heard...
Your Touch On My Ivory Skin Weakens Me
Ur Kisses ~
Making Me So........... Ready.
U Gently Roll Me Over
U Take Me,
With The Soft Touch Of Your Hand
2 Explore My Simple Pleasures...
You Feen 2 Caress The Softness Of My Breasts
Again, You Take me ~
I Grip Your Back
2 Let You Kno How Much Pleasure I Share With You..
Working Up A Sweat.
I Pause 2 Give You A Break
I Go Above & Pin Your Hands
From Wondering Freely,
Causing You The Pleasure
Of No Escape from Pleasure ~
The Sillowet Of My Body
Makes Your Mind Wonder
My Body Starts an Intense Rhythem ~
& You Respond With Yours.
You Allow My Name 2 Slip Through Your Lips
And I Beg in a Whisper for More....
I Move Closer ~
& You Hold Me Tight -
I Reach My Moment
& Your Quickly Out Of Site...
You Make Me Hungry 4 You
You Kno I Want You
PoetryRiding in the courtyard of the last Octobers rain
Riding in the courtyard of the last Octobers rain,
The wind it howls desperately, licking at my rein.
My mount a creature of mortal strength,
though its heart holds no need for shame.
Onward through this place of death,
we must not forget our names.
Now through the gates, on to the lands, of plenty and great spoil.
The land I knew through all these years I see has become spoilt.
From deep within our will alone,
will save us from this toil.
Though lies we'll hear along this path,
to ourselves we must stay loyal.
Upon my hip, from time itself, is my father’s steel.
Many years since that day, his life they came to steal.
Forged with sweat and blood,
of metal thought un-real.
This blade I bare, most assuredly,
will be what my foes will feel.
The light of vengeance, from deep within, burns me like the sun.
For at his death, still in the womb, I remained his un-born son.
On the path of the war they made,
from
Poetry Contest...ends Tonight!!i pray to the lord as i kneel to my knee
i pray less pain be struck on me
and if once more i'm to feel pain
i ask for death while i'm still sane.
and now i lay me down to sleep,
i pray this pain to not get deep
if i should die before i wake
i'm free from anymore heartache. Rate my poem, Go here
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A Poet.......Want you,
want you, you, you,
Doesn't matter that you're not here,
I forgive all the silences.
I want you,
I don't care,
I know you'll disappoint,
I'm a willing captive,
Why fight?
There's no point.
I want you,
Need to hold you in my arms,
Need to smell your sweat, inhale your breath,
Need you inside of me,
That's where you belong,
That's where you were meant to be.
I want you,the way you are.
I really don't care,
I just want you to be there.
I want to open your door,
Because I have my own key,
I want to come in,
Because you too, now want me.
I want you to need me,
I want to stare in your eyes,
I want your promises,
I don't care if they are lies.
I want your body,
Warm in my bed,
I want you near me,
I want you so bad.
My bed is lonely, and so cold too
As I lay here alone and dream of you
Oh, how I wan you desperately
To ahve you here in bed with me
To feel your body cover mine
Our passion raw and unconfined
Your manhood stiffen as I p
PoetryFEARS
unfounded or not
how do we
make them go
or do we choose
to live like this
forevermore
Are these the masks
we hide behind
to make us appear
strong,
to make us
belong?
Do we choose our path
Or is it chosen for us?
Are we taking the right turns
in the road of life
Or are we even
at the wheel?
Why is it so easy
to bury our heads
instead of finding
the answers
to make us whole again?
Why don't we just say
no more hiding
no more fear
I am strong, I am here
standing my ground
letting God take the wheel.
Having Him guide our lives,
releasing our fears
to the One
the Alpha the Omega
to the One
who shed His blood for us.
He made all the sacrifices
We sit here in self pity
when we should be thankful
that we have life at all.
Things are not easy
Life is usually a challenge
If we give in to our fears
We will be hiding away
from what could be the best
times in
A Poet And Didnt Know It!I ask if I may kiss you.
You just smile; no answer is necessary.
My initial kiss is just a flirting of our lips.
My tongue lightly flicking -
Like I am asking, "Do you want me?"
The tip of my tongue runs all around your lips.
Touching every part,
Inside and out -
Over and over again.
Tickling you, tickle, tickle, goes my tongue.
Now I press my lips gently to yours.
Rubbing your lips back and forth against mine.
My kisses are hot and fast.
I cannot rest long in any one place.
I have such a need to go on.
I trail kisses of passion all over your face.
Then back to your mouth.
Our tongues dance together.
We are exploring.
I circle your tongue with the tip of mine.
You echo the pattern back to me.
I lick the sides, underside and the top.
You echo back.
I suck your lower lip.
You echo back.
We repeat, repeat, repeat.
The sensations are driving our emotions.
We are wild for each other.
You thrust your tongue in and out.
The movements are rhythmic and stabbing.
S
Poetry Damn It !!!Confusions Solution
Oh Yea,
I kinda like
the Way you've Touched Me ,
Mystic Minions
That Refuse to be seen....
Obscure
in the Way
your Affraid to Work it,
Blasting
Your Way Thru Infinity....
Shaking your Head
to Clear Out the Cobwebs,
Frozen Memories
are in Your Heart- Pitch Black...
By the Way
I know
that You are Shure to Oppress Me,
Have a lil Taste of My Insanity...
Glide in the Water of Life
as it Surrounds Me,
Watch a vision
in My Terrible Dream....
Scream
in the Darkness
While there is None to Hear it,
Now
Youve Begun to Understand the Creed.....
Domination
is Noble
as is Forgivness,
Excepting Sometimes
Even a Sheep will lead...
Frostbite Conforms
to the Body that Weilds it,
Even a Fool
comes in from the Rain....
Beware
the Words
As You Refuse to hear it,
An Open Mind
Is Free to the Thief....
If You See This as No Contribution,
Confusions the Solution
to A Question
Youve Yet to Concieve
By Sa
Poetrylike the wings of an eagle majestic and free.
two hearts are beating as one heart would be.
when i gaze in your eyes i can see only love.
your a beautiful angel from the heavens above.
whenever im near you my heart skips a beat.
the first time we met i was swept from my feet.
soulmates are special like one of a kind.
its the one special gift that is so hard to find.
i just want to kiss you so softly and slow.
and hold you so gently and never let go.
those are the feelings a soulmate can bring.
its the feeling of true love the most wonderful thing.
PoetryThe Last Goodbye
By: Jennette
If only I had one more chance
Or even a quick glance
To forever say goodbye
Knowing I had one more try
And that "I Love You"
Could always be true
It is always in my head
That feelings I always dread
I will always feel bad
Because of the chance I didn't get and never had
Of course, you are in a better place
But it is the feeling I can never trace
While you were in a bind
I kept running through my mind
What if I had that chance
Or even that quick glance
Could I say, "I Love You"
And it always be true
Or at least have got one more try
To forever say...
"Goodbye."
The Light
By: Jennette
In a world that has remained dark as night
I'm now beginning to see a shimmering light
Once barely hearing a beat from this cold heart
Which was rather mangled and torn apart
Now has your warming love and affection
Quickly mending it to perfection
Feelings for you flooding i
Poetryi was on a mission
you had no ambition
thats why we didnt work
and you turned out to be a jerk
Now we have both moved on
To find our real true one
i hope u have luck in ur future
im done with all your torture
i hope we can still be friends
maybe it will all be great in the end
so i want ot say good luck to you
now i have to focus on what im gonna do
Im gonna find my number one
and focus on my son
and untill me meet again
good luck my great friend looking back on the path i have taken
i know it is the right one
the roads are rocky
and the leaves r shaken
lookin back on the path i have taken
through the thorny bushes
that cut me so deep
that left scars deep in my soul
looking back on the path i have taken
where the storms were deadly
and the suroundings were petrifying
i am sure it is the right one
How do i know u may ask
lookin ahead in the path i have chosen
i see sun and white fluffy clouds
i see rainbows and butterflys
I see feilds of daisys
that
PoetryThe sheer beauty of his visage
is so captivating
it appalls me
because I know his soul
and I am its prisoner.
His beauty
to me, remains
not pretty, nor aquiline
but darkly handsome he is
lips so full and ripe
for the tasting, I imagine
the turn of his nose
the tan of his skin, lustrious
and soft
with masculine vitality.
I would stare forever in those eyes, limitless,
their superficial beauty is unmatched.
Lashes long and thick, slanted shapely;
cat's eyes they are.
Irises like untapped oil
the colour deep and dark, alight
with wisdom, caustic wit and intelligence fierce.
And this, coupled with
compelling vulnerability few can fathom,
but I can fathom
and I am held captive.
Soul-tied we are though
I cannot touch him,
but with his soul do often intertwine.
I will always in my heart be his
and he in my heart be mine
and I fathom the depths,
like no other, his beauty,
because I know his soul. There were so many things I wanted to do
To let you know t
Poetrywithin my eyes you'll see much
hurt, and joy, life and such
I live from my heart, it sounds ideal
for the wickedness of people turns my wheel
how many times will I get hurt
before I turn to stone, and shut all out
I can't believe I try so hard
get slapped in my face and never see the wild card
why is it wickedness that rules the day
gets all the goods, and breaks today
I show the world a little kindness and good
in the end I should just be hood
maybe then I will get my dues
doubt it though, cuz I allways lose
my spirit is not broken, but maybe close
without my heart, I can't live
my babies I miss, can't stand her choice's
take them away... without reason or voice's
a gapping hole where my heart once was
filled with nothing, for nothing can replace
the love of a child, and the innocence in thier face DARKNESS EVERYWHERE
WITHOUT CHOICE
NO ONE HEARS
THESE WICKED CHEERS
FIGHT THE HATE
MAKE NO WIEGHT
WITHOUT END
WITHOUT FROWN
PICK YOURSELF UP
AND MOVE ON DOWN be
PoetryTattered, Torn
Broken, Worn
Thrown to the side
Lost, Tossed
Hard to recognize
Beaten, Mistreaten
Living a Lie
Wet from the tears
Filled with the regret
Of the past years
rejected, neglected
left all alone
visable holes
crawled on, stomped on
given away
Only to survive another day!
In the beginning our love was grand
together we could stand
with time it all blew away
a fairy tale gone astray
Now you are someone I never knew
I relive the beginning in my mind
there love isn't so hard to find
pieces forming from then to now
doing things I wouldn't normally do
to destroy and rid my entire being of you
the cut is so deep all it does is bleed
it's a constant struggle to breath
without you
but I know my will is strong and I will painfully
be able to move on
This person I see now holds nothing to the man I knew then
keeping that in me closes this tattered door
and will break me
Poetry * Not For Laughs*Beneath the sheets of two women I've slept
To whom I have been so deeply inside
Both have sketched memories in my heart
One sketched in my skin
Both embedded in my mind
Yet, ones more deeply within
One is the meaning of my pain
Yet one deepens my sin
Stress springs from her
Grows over my nature
And pulls me down in it's grips
And it's only love that dares
Rescue me from the abyss
Both lost in the labyrinth
We cannot escape her attack
So even with her love intact
My heart simply remains trapped
What will it take for the destruction to end
Life of love
I need help
But with who to depend
Should I stay on this path
In which destruction ends
Or should I go with my savior
My heart will she mend … ? You're lost
I cant see you
Nor can I hear you
I Spotted a tear fall
Your open eye
Stares at me from afar
Wondering why there is so much distance
And in an instance
I reappear
Right in front of your eyes
It's as clear as those drops of
Poetry Far From NormalFallow...
The whispers...
That then turn to screams...
Words hallow...
Mean nothing...
Truths told...
Lies found tomarrow...
Acheing hearts...
Then do hurt...
Shallow minds...
Scheme and find us...
Words they fail me... Your hearts on fire...
Your eyes tell your desire...
Show me your love...
Know me like no other...
You are...
So beautiful...
You are...
So loveable...
You are...
Like no other...
You are...
You are...
You are...
like no other...
Come dance with me...
underneath a moon lite sky...
Touch my heart hold it tight...
Show me what true love means...
Let the rest of the world part...
A green meadow...
A flowery shore...
A lilly filled pond...
A buterfly beating its wings...
A rain drop falls...
A melody in the air...
A first kiss...
A love newly born...
Poetry For The Hurting Soul"TINY HANDS"
My Tiny hands folded tightly today,
My Tiny Hands folded in prayer for peace for you someday.
These Tiny Hands lowered down to you,
These Tiny Hands reach out so loving and true.
My Tiny Hands wipe those tears,
My Tiny Hands cover your heart from all of life's fears.
Your Hands held me tight,
Your Hands carried me through the night.
My Tiny Hands held yours as I crossed the end of life's road.
My Tiny Hands feel your pain,
They feel your fear of shame.
My Tiny Hands hold your Big Loving Heart,
they hold it so it will not ever fall apart.
When you lay down to sleep,
Think of my tiny Hands, as the love from me to you So Deep.
I will be here with you every waking day,
My Tiny Hands will be there so do not be scared.
Scared to reach out for me.
My Tiny Hands are so strong because,
All of you're loving Care.
My tiny Hands hold you,
My Tiny Hands will forever be there too.
You have helped "My Tiny Hands."
They are now placed upon your heart,
Now I ask
PoetryIs it love or is it lust
Are you someone I can trust?
You tell me you want me
That is obvious to see.
Are you playing silly games
Where you forget peoples names?
My name seems to be upon your lips
While your hands are on my hips.
But will you remember me
When I am not where you can see?
Do you love me like you say?
Or will i someday get in your way?
I don't want to be your passing fancy
NO! Dammit, my name isn't Nancy!
As i looked out at the snow falling
The white powder covered the earth
Children making snowmen in their yards
Another log was added to the hearth
More children sledding down the hills
People out cleaning off their cars
I sit and hold the curtain aside
Snowflakes looking like falling stars
The stamping of feet to clear off their shoes
Slipping on the sidewalk covered with snow
I look at my watch to see what was the time
I put on my hat and gloves cause we have to go
Out in the snow thats coming down ever so quick
We are going to visit som
Poet TreeI look out my room's window
and picture the things we dreamed about doing or
Who we would meet or what they would say.
painted love served on a silver platter.
Everything is what it seems.
I am always.
I am never.
ending in a tragedy.
Poetry3I am the thinker
With no boundaries to trap me
Every thought, every wish, every
Dream
Is a miracle placed in my mind
It's when I'm lost in thought is when
I'm free, I am one of a kind
I cannot control what I see with my minds
Eye
My imagination can show me happiness
When all I feel is pain
It can show me sunshine even in the blowing rain
It allows me to see those I've longed for
And those I lost
Those I set free despite the cost
I played my own game, I dealt my own cards
I look for love in all the wrong places
And was left emotionally scarred
But none the less I am strong
I get back up just when I think I'm done
for those who want to doubt me
Or think I'm nonchalant
I was given the gift of thinking
And through this...
I know just what I want
Poetry 4Have you ever watched a red sherbet sky
With a collage of clouds cascading by
It reflects upon the ocean
It looks like the sun is falling in
Its like a lullaby in motion
to watch the night as it begins
have you ever waited along stardust beaches
descending from silver sands of time
longing for you to come inhale my first kiss
upon your lips
and to feel your rhythmic motion as our
bodies intertwine
it is in your arms that love cannot disdain me
nor shackle the passions that fuels the fires
the prisms that glistens from the sweat
of your chest
arouses my prodigious and never ending desires
remember the red sherbet sky as it blends with
the emotions we unfold
love is a miracle that finds us and can never be
bought nor sold
Poetrymost of time when i express my feelings or sometimes i show them doesnt seem i am a better person of myself or makin myself look worst then i first started to. but things like to flip u upside down and thrown u in half just sometimes u have to get over and just move on. i have had alot of experience to what i have did and said but just sometimes i wish i could take them back beacuse they was stupid and wrong to say.people look me with different looks but i dont know if they dont like me or not thats besides to point to me because i could careless. things in my life i always try to improve on or try to make better but thats your everyday life task you always have to take. but sometimes i feel like i have walked on both sides of the world between good vs evil just because of all the feelings i have felt and it sometimes i feel liek i have two souls and used them on different emotions i go threw or what i do when i do slove them or try take my not so good emotion out on. but everything i
PoetryHer smile is as beautiful as the stars on a clear moonless night
When you look in her eyes, you can’t tell but she’s really bright
I wish I could have her for only one night
So I can show her the world through my eyesight
I’ll give anything just to be with her
And I promise I’ll never be mean to her
I’ll treat her like a Queen
Giving her everything
Come on now yall know what I mean
Buy her jewelry and ice
And treat her very nice
Never cheat, never lie
And I promise I’ll never make her cry
If only she was in my world
I wouldn’t need another girl
Cause my world would be complete
And our love, well, it would be unique ive trodden through the light,
and through the tall grass,
and the valley.
all were easy and heavily traveled,
but lonesome.
but we have been through the
woods untamed.
through trials and tribulation,
yet you never once left my side.
i long for you to stay here
holding my hand, leading me
through the paths, that i
dare not tred alone.
Poetrysomething i wrote a few weeks ago. enjoy.
BROKEN WINGS
its just another day in the life we lead, nobody feels the way i bleed, im just another angel with broken wings, im tryin 2 forget what these eyes have seen,when i was a child i used wonder what it be like 2 fly, and think if i was good enough i might get wings when i die,
but now i see that things are different, aint no wings on my back, the streets of ghosts seduced my eyes, my dreams are now turned black, this glore & happiness is gone, all thats left is hurt on my face, fingers reach 2 find a halo, but find a blue rag in its place, you told me i was special, had a peice of your heart, now its the very thing that made me that tears me apart, and scars show my wounds of war, with a word & a score, and a crown of thorns, gives me hope for everytime i was torn, as i these days pass, i see the devilish morals of a stranger, to myself i still know that deep inside theres an angel, the only angel that be's, the only ang
Poetry And WritingsThere Are No Words
There are no words ...what can I say?
At last her sweet soul winged its way
To peace and freedom in the sky
Where never again will she suffer or cry.
It's all part of God's great plan ...
Which remains a mystery to man.
We cannot understand His ways
Nor can we count our earthly days.
But who are we to question and doubt?
God knoweth well what He's about;
He knew she longed to "go to sleep"
Where only angels, a vigil keep.
The pain of living grew too great
No longer could she stay and wait;
She did not want to leave you, dear,
But she had finished her work down here.
So she closed her eyes and when she awoke,
These are the words the Master spoke ...
"Welcome, dear child, you are Home at last,
And now the burden of living is past."
"There's work for you in My Kingdom, dear
And you are needed and wanted here."
So weep not, she has just gone on ahead,
Don't think of her as being dead.
She's out of sight for a little
Poetry By MeThe Dream
Her arms reach out to touch him, yet he is not close enough.She says to be gentle and he is intamitally rough. She hears him whispering and moaning into her ear,saying all the things she has longed to hear. He carresses her moist body, as they begin to sweat.She jerks with excitement, the closer he gets. She feels his lips on her body and she begins to sway. She moans with rythm as he begins to play. She feels her body tense as her dream comes to an end, but he doesn't go away for she dreams of him again.
Julie
Poetry.. What Do You Think?Within all of the emotions that have been created and felt,
Some would say the greatest is love that would make a heart melt.
Others would disagree and say,
The feeling of pride in watching your child at play.
Although both of these feelings are overwhelming to feel,
I would have to disagree and go with a stronger feeling that is real.
Among all the emotions weak and strong,
The strongest yet hardest to grab onto,
I would have to argue and bring to you trust, greatest of all.
See without having trust all other feelings would fall.
Love is not love without trusting in who you are,
Pride isn't pride without trusting in what you have done,
So you see, with trust all these other emotions have only begun. The life of a poet could be perceived in a dramatic movie,
But is that the life I have when you take a look at me?
I can share with you my thoughts, my dreams, and fears.
I can let you know through these words what I have felt through the years.
Open the doors for you to s
PoetryYOU TOUCH MY HEART
SEEING THE OLD AND NEW SCARS
YOU WHISPER SWEET NOTHINGS IN MY EAR
WITHOUT THOUGHT OF MY PAIN
I WELCOME YOUR COMFORTING TOUCH AND SOOTHING WORDS
I OPEN UP AND SUBMIT MYSELF TO YOU
YOU SEEK OUT AND SCORCH EVERY INCH OF MY BEING
WITHOUT THOUGHT OR CAUTION I LET YOU INSIDE
YOU EXPLORE AND FIND YOUR TARGET
EMBEDDING YOURSELF INTO MY HEART
LIKE AN INFECTION FEEDING
I TAKE UR ABUSE DUE TO BEING USE TO IT
YOU TRY TO DRAG ME DOWN AND DEGRADE MY EVERY BEING
YOUR CHILDISH GAMES ARE USELESS
WHY WASTE YOUR TIME AND TRY?
WHEN YOU CAN'T BREAK WHATS ALREADY BROKEN
PoetryWhy Me Lord?
If I ever did Love Lord,this is real
My heart did she steal
Years ago,I guess I was the fool
To throw my heart in the love pool
Why Me Lord?
Deep within my being
The Love is seeing
How crossed up it can be
So look deep inside and see
Why Me Lord?
I dreamed of you for so many years
Just to end up in tears
I don't think it should be this way
So open up your heart and say
Why Me Lord?
(C)TJC2008 Practice Makes Perfect!
When I feel alone and lonely
My empty world seems void
I relax for just a moment
I trust joy will unfold
Practice Makes Perfect!
For in my quiet time I listen
For the gentle voice within
Hew hears my prayers clearly
For he lets the sunshine in
Practice Makes perfect!
Oh how great is this practice for you
Which can make our dreams come true
But the beauty of the practice
My dear brothers and sisters is up to us
Practice Makes Perfect!
It's a gift,But ours by choice
So if we continue in this practice
R
PoetryMy heart pounds
My heart races
My stomach gets butterflies
My stomach gets knots
So I look inside to find the strength and courage to let you know whats been held inside for so long.
Only if I could just let it out
It tears me up inside cause I want you to know my feelings for you
But its just to hard but out of all things I want and love
You are the one who makes my life complete
You have been there to cheer me up when noone else could
You are the one who understood so I think its time that you know
What you mean to me
Out of all the things I want and love one thing is becomeing clear and thats the one thing in my life that feels right is my feelings for you
So out of everything I want and love the one I know for sure is
Your the one I want and the one I love and thats what I wanted you to know.
At night I sit and think
At night I sit and wish
At night I dream of you
When I think of you I get feeling I cant describe
At night I sit and think
At
Poetry Bits And Pieces...I see them before me
I know they are real
They whisper to me
I feel their will
They taunt and tease
They poke and prod
They want
They need
Do I have it to give....?
I fist lay still
Then I kicked and screamed
I learned to walk
Then to talk
Then shove and fight
I learned right from wrong
Night from day
Love to hate
Then I became a young man
With disc ions to make
Work or bum
Steal or heal
Fight or get along
Now I'm a man
And still do some of the above
Hopefully for the good
But fall short on some...
Born to love
But love to hate
Angel born Satan negate
I love I fight
I heal I kill
I give I take
This world I am
I' am me
Good or bad
Happy or mad
50 50
Either way...
Her eyes dream
In the stars she danced
Cosmic sun her guide
Neither here nor there
She flies like wind
Fire in her hair
A tear of joy
The Poetry SpotAnother Hope
I sit here with a broken heart
thoughts swimming through my mind
love unanswered
left behind
All that I hoped
dreamed and longed for
thrown aside
lost forever
In the stillness of the night
I gaze upon luna
and hope
once again
By Kevin
aka
DaBoMb "the pain of loss"
you fill my mind
eerie thoughts swim
my soul cries out
over and again
the world spins round me
always out of reach
and always and ever
thy heart beseech
forever and always
til time be done
know that thou
art the only one
true love of mine heart
true sound of my soul
always the one
always the toll
By Kevin
aka
DaBoMb "Breath"
I would like to be the breath
that you take in
for just a moment
to be that invisible
and that needed
is all I could hope for
By Kevin
aka
DaBoMb
Poetry I Like By Other PeopleI only need to 10,000 comments for a month's VIP or 7 day blast.
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Dogs spend all day sprawled on the most comfortable piece of furniture in the house.
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They can hear a package of food opening half a block away, but don't hear you when you're in the same room.
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They can look dumb and lovable all at the same time.
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They growl when they are not happy.
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When you want to play, they want to play.
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When you want to be alone, they want to play.
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They leave their toys everywhere.
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They do disgusting things with their mouths and then try to give you a kiss.
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They go right for your crotch as soon as they meet you.
Conclusion: They're tiny men in little fur coats.
Love is your friend,
Love is your foe,
It can bring you happiness
It can bring you woe.
It can cause you joy
As it causes you sadness.
So how may I ask
Can people put up with this madness?
Is it the tears
PoetryThe noises made
The things forbade
The screams grow loud
Begin to fade
You ignore me
I'm not real
Drop the phone
Stop this joke
I've had enough
I've had enough
This has to stop
This has to stop
Stop the mind games
I don't want to play
Take a break
I'm gonna break
She's that perfect
I can't take it
Why are you here
My heart is breaking
I've had enough
I've had enough
This has to stop
This has to stop
Don't want your sympathy
It's not the same
Get away from me
I just want to scream
Why do you care
You weren't there
Why start now
Stop you're hurting me
I've had enough
This is to stop
Make it stop
You've done enough
Now it's done
Now your gone
I'm happy now
I've just moved on
Andrea Eckrode (e=ctr+comma+c)
True love is when you shed a tear and still want him. It's when he ignores you and you still love him. It's when he loves another but you still smile and say "I'm happy for you." When all you do is cry.... and cry."
PoetryVictory
Victory is like a baseball
screaming over the back wall,
Victory is the water
poured over the football coach after a big game,
Victory is the sweat
the comes off the players,
Victory is the lioness
over her latest kill,
Victory is the highest jump
over the last hurtle,
Victory is...
what you make it out to be.
©Akuma a.k.a. Chris
PoetryIT'S SAD TO BE ALONE THIS TIME OF YEAR
WITH CHRISTMAS JUST PASSED, A NEW YEAR SOON HERE
A TIME FOR LOVERS OF ALL AGES, YOUNG AND OLD
A TIME WHEN LOVES SWEET STORY REALLY CAN BE TOLD
BUT FRIENDS, I'M IN THE LONLIEST PLACE OF ALL
WHERE THE HEART OF THIS ROMANTIC NEEDS SOMEONE HERE TO BE MY ALL,
I WONDER NOW, HAD I FOUND HER AND LET HER GO?
COULD I HAVE LOST MY SOUL MATE N REALLY NOT HAVE KNOWN?
THIS SINGLE LIFE THAT PLAGUES ME CONSTANTLY,
IT MAY BE GREAT FOR OTHERS, BUT IT'S JUST NOT RIGHT FOR ME
MY HEART HAS SO MUCH LOVE IT WANTS TO GIVE
I NEED MY MISSING PIECE SO I CAN REALLY LIVE
IS IT TOO MUCH TO ASK TO BE IN LOVE FOREVER?
TO HAVE SOMEONE, KEEP THEM LOVED, HAPPY N SAFE
AND ALWAYS STAY TOGETHER?
MY HEART IS LOSING HOPE, THIS MUCH I KNOW
THIS TIME MAYBE I'LL LET ALL MY DREAMS GO
THINK MY NEW YEARS RESOLUTION SHOULD BE
I'M DESTINED TO BE ALONE, SO MAKE THE MOST OF LIFE N BE HAPPY
N YET MY FRIENDS, IT'S EASIER SAID THAN DONE
WHEN ALL YOUR LIFE YOU'VE PRAYED YOU'D FIN
PoetryUnder a tree I sit
Wondering about things around me
I sit feeling lonely n sad
Did I make someone happy
Or did I make someone mad
I will never know
Because im too afraid
Afraid to move from here
Here I grow
Grow tall in every way
Till the next I move
It will help me throu the day
PoetryTouching you with my words make you inhale the sentualness of my thoughts into your body . Making your blood race , Major parts of your body ingorge and become tender to my touch .
The right words, a precision touch and an open mind will equal lust.
by sterling p. carroll Why do i have a crying eye? when the once helpful thoughts and happy smiles,turn into angry arguements and heartfeeled fights. Power commands of issues ,reach deaf ears, but hits strong at the heart. Plights of insecurity reign through my brain, causing this crying eye. You may take it for a weakness, i take it as a strenth, cause i can turn off the water and put up a fence. The power of the rain,
With its sensual sound,
It brings out the lust in one,
When you don’t want it to be found.
It drains your body and makes you want to sleep.
It soothes the body down to your feet.
It’s a scandal how the rain makes us weak at the knees,
But if you listen at the rain,
It will tell you what you need
by Sterling P.
PoetryAlone
Sitting by my window looking outA couple runs hand in handlaughing as they get wet in the rain.A young man holds open the car door for his belovedAn older couple walks hand in handoblivious to what is going on around them.Laughter all around, love is in the air…I turn around and look into my homeIts empty…… I am aloneAll that is left are the broken promises of yesterdayAll I see are my broken dreams…I sit down to watch Fubar.Alone again…
I'm like a car that can't run right - too much hasbeen broken, from the promises that he made me, to the awful words that were spoken
You can give me time, all that you have, in this lifetime that we live - but it willnever be enough for I have no more loveto give. As much as I'd like to let you holdme tight within your arms,
I'm damaged goods, a smashed photograph,
a heart that's frozen to all your charms. I hope
someday, you'll accept me as a friend,
and maybe then you'll see, that
PoetryTime goes on....
time goes on no matter what you go through...
time goes on through the laughs and through the joys,
time goes on through the hate and through the love,
time goes on through the pain and through the hurting,
time goes on through the tears and through the wants,
time goes on through the cheers and through the giggles,
time goes on through our lives and through our deaths,
and time continues to go on no matter what we go through.... My Day
I start my day with coffee in hand to take a break and make a plan.
I think of all the friends I have and wonder how to make then proud.
I think of what to do today to make me feel like things went my way.
I look at my life different now and try not to dwell on things I don't see.
I like to think of happy things to make people smile and wonder about me.
I think of life and how it can be and try to make it like that for me.
I think of all that I have and wish I could share that those that I care for.
I look at my life
PoetryThe sun has stopped shining
And the sky is slate gray.
The flowers won't bloom
Since you've been away.
My garden is withered
And nothing will grow.
The life can't return
Until you do-- I know.
This house, it is rotting,
The windows are cracked,
But it's clean and it's tidy--
In case you come back.
The porch light burned out
So there's no light to see,
But I've kept the walk clear
Just in case you miss me.
The stars flickered out
And the sky has gone black,
But there's a light in my window
In case you come back.
Any spark in my eyes
Died out weeks ago,
And my heart turned to ashes--
I thought you should know.
But I've left one door open
For you to come in
In case you should choose
To come love me again
PoetryDear God, its me.
I am sorry for all the things I've done.
I know you are all knowing and all seeing
So I know I'm not your favorite one.
Dear God, I have suffered so much
But not as much as your son.
And I know there's lessons as such
To learn, that victories aren't always won.
Dear God, I'm sorry for all the wrong
That lay in my wake.
I don't deserve to be remembered when I'm gone
But will you please forgive me, just for my sake?
Dear God, give me the strength
To forgive, as I hope you will forgive me.
You show the strength of great
Just give me hope to see.
Dear God, please give compassions to those
Who need your love.
Perhaps those who to who sow
The seeds of hatred thereof.
Dear God, I know that I shouldn't ask
For you help and guidance in my petty affairs.
But I'm told this particular task
To which my very soul tears.
Dear God, please forgive those who hurt me
And the wrongs that they have bestowed.
Grant them the same, to be able to see
Th
PoetryWhen my days been long and hectic
and my patience has worn thin
when my weary butt's a draggin'
and I've no strength left within,
when my mind feels much too troubled
at the close of the day
quite preoccupied by worries
that so heavily do weigh,
feeling certain I could crumble
'neath the burden of it all
afraid if i should stumble
I might not survive the fall.
Then just as I am nearing
the very end of my rope
darn near out of energy
and almost out of hope
like a knight in shinning armor
your there to rescue me
to mend my wounded spirit
so very tenderly.
To touch my soul so deeply
as my troubled hearts caressed
refill me till I overflow
indeed i know I'm blessed!
What ever toll the day may take
one thing I know for sure
life my rob me of my strength
but loves there to restore! Dare to trust those dreams your dreaming
on but a chance that they'll come true.
Hold fast the hopes that your heart longs for
refusing doubt to limit you!
Walk the path that becko
PoetryWhen the moon is full, I can see your soul,
never let you slip away.
Can feel your heart pressed next to mine
until the break of day.
Beams of light dance across your face
and for a moment I am lost
wanting nothing more than to be with you,
no matter what the cost.
Watching you sleep, I can't help but smile.
But things aren't always as they seem.
Once I open my eyes and look around,
I'll soon realize it's just a dream.
I close my eyes, take a deep breath,
and clutch my pillow tight.
Thoughts of you run through my mind
and my body longs for night.
For it's when I close my eyes at night,
I can almost feel your touch.
It brings me comfort, soothes my soul
and makes me miss you not so much. Say goodbye to the girl you once knew.
Say goodbye to what used to be you.
Close your eyes, take one last breath.
Feel the beating within your chest.
Let your tears fall to the ground.
Quiet now! Don't make a sound!
Pr
Poetry VaultThese are the days to be long forgotten.
Words left unsaid and emotions rock bottom
Love is torn and ripped apart
From feelings let go, straight from the heart
Now, creating lusts for people unknown,
It becomes lies with truth left non sown.
Life is but a mystery with a lot of loose strings
So I give you an answer about what life will bring
Heartaches, sorrow, and a lot of sad loss
A life well lived or not for a cause
It makes no difference when it comes to the end
For judgment, truly, our fate it will send
So live as you please and please as you live
Remembering in the end, your life you must give! The sight of life is sore.
The smell of life is foul.
The touch of life is cold
The sound of life is hollow
The taste of life is bitter
The pain of life is constant
The absence of life is Death
In Death, these cannot be!
So then, the joy of life is Death As she wakes
To rise and shine
Everything is left behind.
I was th
PoetryWish to Bleed
I could straight throat an entire bottle while feeling sorry for myself,
A broken heart is impossible to beat, Though I poison myself with every swallow,
In prayers I see my maker at the end of that bottle
And behold the pale white horse, and its rider is death,
I suffer no more I take its last breath,
Sicken to be by mornings light,
I awaken my eyes yet still bare sight,
I am no coward but I fear to live,
As true poison is life, and it maketh my heart sick,
May it no longer course its way through my veins,
May it no longer run thick
I wish to bleed.
-Rod P. Stapleton I Long To
How I long to hear the crashing of the waves with you, to hear the Pounding of them against the lava rock shore; Feeling the Tremendous strength and power, rushing In and Out forever more.
How I long to smell the Sweet, Sweet delicate Flower, So fragrant, So dainty, So nice; filling the air I breath with its Sweet scent; No other floral bouquet will suffice.
PoetryPain is part of life, and even more a part of love,
some blame the one with the knife, others the man above,
its a sick game of deception, that we all like to play,
but don't regret the happiness, regret its loss to yesterday,
leave the good with the bad, and move into tomorrow,
hoping the good times and smiles eventually outweigh the sorrow,
whiskey and weed seem to help, but they are demons in themself,
so stash the weed and put the whiskey back on the shelf,
find peace and solice in the depths of your own soul,
and be the source of warmth in this world of cold,
you may seem to be a fool, your actions seem in vain,
but your invicibility in the future will deny another's inflcition of pain.
---Robert Markle---
---December 24, 2007---
PoetryHow dare you make me feel so bad?
When It was you who left
And made ME so sad?
How dare you put the blame on me?
Were you really that blind?
Did you really not see?
You were my heart
My soul, my king
I'd have given up my world for you
My life, my everything
Yet you say that I hurt You?
So tell me please
What did I do?
I'm sorry for nothing
Which is all I did do
And to this day
I still love you a heart shaped box
little and light
a dozen red petals
two sprigs of white
pain and love both symbolized
the beauty of death is realized
twelve young roses
early in their life
a gift of them was made
to your future wife
a petal from each
my tears did reach
and so i have them here
though innocence is long betrayed
it too inside my box i layed
from a bouquet
withered and dead
from a fallen flower
into a terra cotta bed everything i try
is crash, burn, boom
everything within me
will be black, burned, soon
everything i touch
hits the flame, burn, smoke
everythi
PoetryI can see behind those eyes, the woman who hides
Slowly I can pierce your thoughts
Revealing what you hide insdie
Temptations flare without a dare
It's the woman in you I swear
The woman in you, lights my fire
Moving wildly these inner desire
Moments we share
Poetry I WroteWhat is this Love I have for you?
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Love is the Tenderness in your loving words and touch.
Love is not needing the last word in an argument.
Love is looking at your own faults instead of others.
Love is Sacrificing instead of demanding.
Love is Being There for me during the bad times too.
Love is Caring when the other is sick.
Love is being Faithful to our Union.
Love is the Honesty and Respect you show me.
Love is Giving instead of taking.
Love is making me Laugh when I'm depressed.
Love is giving me Comfort when I'm sad.
Love is Sharing those Important decisions.
Love is Forgiveness when I need it.
Love is being Committed to our relationship.
Love is Accepting me as I am instead of trying to change me.
Love is holding me and crying with me.
So why do I love you so?
I love you, not only for what you are,
But for what I am when I am with you.
I love you not only for what you have made of yourself,
But for what you have ma
PoetryI am a contemporary poet and i have my own poetry page the web site is www.poetrypoem.com/cc578544
just copy that line and paste it in your address bar on ur browser if u are interested in seeing my poems. the site will be updated guite often and there will be more poems added when they are typed and put up there thank you and please enjoy.
PoetryI'll be all you'll ever need
Your eyes to see
Your air to breathe
Your blood to bleed
Your hand to hold
Your lips to touch Beautiful love
Splendor surrounds your name
My whispers are always glorified the same
Mysterious pleasure
Simply deep heartbeats sound
My feet slowly lift off the ground
Fly with me and take me away
Show me a new world;
Make it a better place
Lovely beauty
Your name attracts splendor
GLory in my whispers forever
Pleasing mystery
Deeply simple heartbeats heard
My feet quickly fall to the ground -
With one word
Poetryin a world where all is just as it seems,
i wander in the shadows that have been cast by dreams,
at wat point do we realize we arent safe in our own minds?
that our thoughts will be judged by those who r blind,
blind to the images that make us who we r,
and the paths we have chosen that bare us as scars,
we will continue the struggle on these sleepless nights,
2 afraid to be me for fear of hate and spite,
but im tired of bein judged by those who cant be me,
yet still i bare this burden cause only i can free me,
but is feedom the issue if i cant escape my sins?
would i give up my soul 2 feel safer in my skin?
could we put a price on the things that would seem trivial 2 most?
could we continue to live the lies that keep us hidden from our ghosts?
could we travel on the path that would prevent us from bein real?
the parts of us that will decide who we r and what we feel?
i vow from this day fourth to stop running from the pain,
and hold my head up high traversing this roc
PoetryLove is like WAR.its easy to start but hard to end. When I'm with you,
eternity is a step away,
my love continues to grow,
with each passing day.
This treasure of love,
I cherish within my soul,
how much I love you...
you'll never really know.
You bring a joy to my heart,
I've never felt before,
with each touch of your hand,
I love you more and more.
Whenever we say goodbye,
whenever we part,
know I hold you dearly,
deep inside my heart.
So these seven words,
I pray you hold true,
"Forever And Always,
I Will Love You."
Please leave comment If There's...
If there's one face I want to see,
so beautifull, so true,
one smile that makes a difference,
to everything I do.
If there's one touch I long to feel,
one voice I long to hear,
whenever I am happy,
or just needing someone near.
If there's one joy, one love,
from which I never want to part,
it's you, my very special love,
my world, my life, my heart
Please leave comment
Poetry And Creative WritingIt was a summer on the shore; An afternoon on a secluded beach in a private cove spent on simple enjoyments. Enjoying the sun, the sand, the water, and the wonder that was to become US. It was a summer on the shore, it was years ago, but it is as vivid to me as if it were only yesterday. I breath in and I can still smell the fragrance of you blended with the ocean. I feel the warmth of the sun and of your touch. I can hear your heart beating. I can still trace your features with my fingertips. I can close my eyes and see you standing before me. I can feel your eyes gazing into mine as we both lose ourselves in one another's stare. It was that evening we made love on the beach in the rain. It was that moment when our souls became joined forever, so intertwined with one another that neither would be whole again without the other.
It's strange how clearly the mind can recall life's most precious moments when so many other memories have begun to fade.
I don't know, maybe it depen
Poetrymutilation
so low
wrapped in tears of pain
trying to understand..am i still sane?
keep pushing, trying to kill the sun
extinguish the light
eternal night
in flight from the sight of dawn
fuck a new beginning
only comes to the same old ending
my favorite savior is my razor
never turn her back on me
always there...always cares
cutting through my hatred
the blood...so sacred
my only escape.... Ok, so I came across a few poems I wrote awhile back, when I was in a very dark place...as glad as I am that period of my life is over, I still think my poems are pretty good, so I decided to post a few of them...
Life unedited
Solitude, Solitaire
play the game if you dare
alone in the mirror i glare
this broken reflection i'm forced to stare
cut a vein for freedom, no one cares
whats life for if you're not living?
what sin is so bad its beyond forgiving?
in the pool of sorrow i'm slowly sinking
can't shake this off anymore, can't stop thinking
of the brief time in my
PoetryToo good together to be so apart these days. And now more then ever we need to talk face to face. We stopped moving forward. And now we're some place else. But the more we fool each other, the less we fool ourselves. Cause our hearts never lie, they just feel the love. Try so hard to deny, there's no reason to act like we don't care. When the truth is always there. Hearts never lie. Why should we? This whole thing is crazy. Building walls to keep out the pain. When there's no changing mistakes already made. So lets start all over, one emotion at a time. Beginning with this feeling that we've never lost inside. Does the word love scare you away? Does forever seem to long to stay? Now it's time we end this nowhere charade. And a real good place to start is to listen to your heart. Cause our hearts never lie. They just feel the love. Try so hard to deny. There's no reason to act like we don't care. When the truth is always there. Hearts never lie. So why should we? God gave: Two eyes, two
PoetryThe evil has arisen, deathly smile
Dusty tears,
Siphoning all religion
Draining all your years.
An unearthly pull to do it-
To run away from life,
To waste it all, lay in filth,
To hide that bloody knife.
With irredescant looming
Completely I'll surround
The life that is my precious gift
To bludgeon it, watch it drown.
My dad can hardly breath now,
He is dying fast
Whats the point in saving life
To try to make it last?
When I'm hungry
I eat.
When I'm thirsty
I drink.
When I'm tired
I sleep.
But there's an
Empty Void
In my soul that
Only you can fill.
I eat, I drink, I sleep.
I exist.
But I live only because
You allow it. Forget what they say
Forget what I lived
Remember my nightmares
Remember my fears
Forget my cries in the night
Forget my pain of life
I wish to know the truth
Of darkness,truth of death
Waiting that sunrise dies
When night is born
I stood on pale moonlight
I wait for the shadow
That comes for me
I do not resist
A
PoetryHaiku
Night swimming, moonlight
Luminous beams on her love
Clothes left in the dark
Words are babble talk
His world is lonely and sad
Within his own mind
Music is his gift
Life reveals lyrics as song
Giving harmony
Garden
Enter my garden,
Behold the wonders to be seen.
No admission fee or hours of operation,
Just you and me.
Enter my garden,
No need to hurry to make it right.
No clock to punch,
We have the day and even the night.
Enter my garden,
Winter, spring, summer, fall.
In good weather and bad,
You will find yourself in awe.
This garden was planted just for you,
No others may enter; you are VIP.
When the troubles of the day make you blue,
Come walk in my garden, you will feel free.
If There Is Only One Rhyme I Could Say
If there is only one rhyme I could say
before you are gone from my life.
A line from a song; love will find a way:
I never meant to bring our world strife.
Sometimes sorry doesn’t heal the pain,
And
Poetry And Lyrics That Move Me...you Must Read....Promise me one more thing:
If tomorrow you wake up feeling
unoriginal
or
frail-hearted
or
faithless
or
tired of this world...
PLEASE
remember............
No, it's not the end.
IT'S MERLY THE BEGINNING, Give the heavens above more
than just a passing glance...
(HEAVEN (n.) : (1) a place somehow high above the clouds,
yet dee inside your soul;
(2) a place of complete peace,
of total and utter happiness;
(3) a place that is greater than the sum of everything you will ever be or could ever imagine to be;
(4) a place we all want to get to.
but just not yet...)
NO,
NOT YET. Ask Eve.
Evolve.
Take a chance,
take a ticket,
take a fast train to the coast.
No guts, no glory.
(CHANCE (n.) : a coin with two sides that one tosses into the air as many times as one wants. The odds remain the same.)
It's risky breathing,
let alone needing,
trusting,
reaching out.
Life is the leap of faith,
the bold declaration of
HOPE.
PoetryPROMISE
I'll never forget, the first that we met, I remember it like it was yesterday, It's stays deep in my heart, the day I found you.We have preomised that we would give to each other all there is to give for as long as we both shall live.
I never want wealth or fame, I only want you to have my name. I only want to wear that tiny band of gold and always have you to hold.I will keep my promise to you, I will never be untrue, even though sometimes I will be away from you.I will never break your heart, I've always loved you from the start, I must say to you this very special day, I wont let it take my pride, I want you to be my bride.
I will never let you feel empty inside, I will never break the ties that bind, I will never leave you behind, I will never let our love die.So I will make another promise to you, my love, we will live and we will learn, and where ever you may go, my heart will always follow.And now it's plain to see, that the promise I have made to thee, will show in t
Poetryhearing your cries
watching as your skin fries
a lone man comes to save
oh please don't misbehave
he has come to save us
and you gave him such a fus
you think your safe and sound
kneel bitch, face to the ground
DEVILoution
it's his age
DEVILoution
it's his time
DEVILOUTION
AN EVIL REVOULUTION
satan sees your mortal soul
offers you the gift of control
the evil dream inside
there's nowhere to hide
your greed is your demise
your body, food for the flies
lost all that you had
pray heathen, to your loving dad
DEVILoution
it's all around you
DEVILoution
there's nothing you can do
DEVILOUTION
A NEW KIND OF EVOLUTION
God as come to save the day
trying to keep your demons at bay
his holy word, booming loud
your true faith makes him proud
his mortal child
only to be defiled
Jesus preaching his father's deeds
trying to drive out your satanic needs
Deviloution is here
satan is calling you
Deviloution is here
he has something new
Deviloution
Devilo
Poetry In MotionOh to be the bee on the flower
Watching insects work in tandem
While others beat to a different drummer
Oh to be the bird on a limb
Watching neighbors love and be loved
While others are in painful desperations of love
Oh to be the eagle in the sky
Watching countries love and be loved
While others are in painful desperations of peace
Oh to be God above
Watching universes and life forms begin
While others are colliding for their own fate
Oh to be the master surrounding
Watching peace, love and harmony unite
While others still yearning to see.
PoetryLOVE
Like the early mornings dew...
The rose opens its petals anew.
Showing the word a beauty unknown...
A love unconditionally grown.
Your heart is opened to the world above...
Revealing to me a unknown love.
My heart is closed to the world below...
Cold as ice is all anyone will know.
Me with a heart of stone....
Exploring a world unknown. Seeks out salvation...
Only finds realization.
You with a heart of glass...
Learning from the past.
Hopes for love true...
Finds life's blue.
When will love reveal it's secrets to me...
The pure unconditional love I wish to see.
Poetry In MotionIf it weren't for you
By DJ Shimmer
If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be stronger.
I wouldn't have my guard up..
I would have grew fonder.
Thank you for taking that away from me.
And letting my eyes see what I refused to believe.
You left yourself open, for me to let go.
You weren't strong enough...
But my heart was, though.
If I was utterly mistaken, for what I have said.
You would have contacted me..
But you let me go, instead.
If it weren't for you, I would still be holding on.
To something that wasn't even there anymore.
Something that, for months, was gone.
You've made it quite impossible to ever trust again.
In time, I may find the right person, out there.
But then again, no one understands.
No one's ever loved me, for me.
I thought you were the only one.
You told me never to worry about things.
And I was right, all along.
I was always told to go with my gut feelings.
I never did listen to myself.
I refused to believe you were like everyone else.
An
Poetry Written 4 MeI swear to the whispering autumn wind,
To the frigid snow that cover the naked trees of winter, Ever since I laid eyes on her image
I've been imprisoned by her beauty that is unique
Her eyes have set a fire in me that nothing can put it out but her sensational smile...
I just hope those eyes look up to me one day.
Such a beautiful poem ... thank you MaX!!
Go by and check him out guys!! He's cute too!
MUAH!!!!!!!!! Big Smooches to you all!!
Max007@ fubar
Thankx for visiting and taking time to read!
Smooches~ April
PoetryThere are no words that I could say
But I can sit here and wipe these tears away
Your life will forever be broken without those little words that once were spoken
I can feel your pain
I can see your strength just the same
There are no words that could heal that empty place inside
There are thoughts of you I share with pride
When you have thoughts of doubt
think of your love he couldn't live without
Take a look inside yourself you'll see
You are the Mother noone else could ever be
He has earned his "Angel Wings"
I am free he sings
Don't think of me as gone
Think of me as Life's Happy Song
I know You and Daddy Miss me so
But now I am in heaven shining from the stars
I will forever grow and glow
Don't cry Mommy I am alright
Dry that tear
Keep me in sight
I will forever be here
I will be in your dreams
So please don't cry for me
I will always walk with you so take my hand
Mommy lead the way
I will follow you through each struggling day
When you drift off to sle
The Poet's PainThe Poet's Pain
The day is nothing but a memory,
Yet tomorrow is not quite here.
The incense sparks inside my nose,
The rain plays a symphony to my ear.
Sleep has hid its magic from me
While ideas run through my head
If only I could pass on the words,
So I can retire to my bed.
Sharing the prose would give me joy,
And put my brain at rest for the night.
But, there is no greater sadness
Than a poet's hand that will not write
Copyright ©2007
PoetryValentines Day:
Flowers $20, Dinner $70, Movies $25, Drinks
$30, Hotel $115, the look on his face when
u tell him u are on ur period PRICELESS!!!!! alone
I feel so alone sitting by myself,
Not knowing what to do and not being myself.
I want to know love but am still afraid,
I dont want to get hurt in any way,
I feel for him I dont know why,
He was all wronge for me and so I cry,
I cant go back to who I was,
He changed me into this fuzz,
I will stand stronge even alone,
For love has no place here among my hold,
I will be stronge and not fall again,
For a friendly face or a wild weekend,
My spirit be strong and my heart be stone,
My feelings are no where even in this morn,
I will see no other like I saw him,
I will be stronger then this from this whim.
To be with he whom you love is an impossible thing
I myself dont love , cant love anything
For me to love would mean to lose sight of everything I know
I dont know if I can ever
PoetryWhy Cant It Be Me?
I know that you don't love me
I know that you don't care
I know that you don't need me
but all I do is stare
I know your happy with her
I know you joyful and glee
I know your out in public
I wish it was with me
I know your love for her
I know it all to well
all I can do is suffer
and someday time will tell
I know your love is true
I know it is free
I know that you love someone
why cant it be me?
Dayna M Ward
Copyright ©2008 Dayna M Ward
I just wish i could go back home for a few days and see my family i miss it there someone come to Minnesota and Kick my ass all the way to New York HAHAHA
When I die...
When I die
I don't want you to be sad
When I die
I want you to be happy
When I die
I don't want you to mourn
When I die
I want you to remember the good times
When I die
I don't want to be forgotten
When I die
I will always remember you
Dayna M Ward
Copyright ©2008 Dayna M Ward
PoetryTouch the face of the heavens
Feel the burn of the stars
Fly with the wind
Dance with snow
Be as free as the clouds
Wander as untraceable as the air
Lighten my path as the sun
Yet be able to hide like the moon
Stand firm as the trees
Lay peaceful as the water
Destroy mine enemies like fire
Heal mine friends softly as herbs
Let my nature be as nature
One circle within my soul
One flame within my heart
One action after another
Poetic Liscensekinda something new, Asatru is the insp for this...
oh Gods of Wind and Water
carry me far away
oh gods of Earth and Fire
lead my course not astray
listen to the wind song
o'er the water
carry me, carry me...
far away
take my soul to valhalla
if I should fall this day
in Death I keep my honor
and as I'm carried away
listen to the wind song
o'er the water
carry me, carry me...
far away
PoetryA MOTHERS LOVE
A MOTHERS LOVE IS FULL OF GRACE
SHE GIVES HER ALL
AND ASKS FOR LITTLE SPACE
SHE GOES AND GOES TILL THE DAY IS DONE
HER VOICE IS A COMFORT
TO ALL WHO IS IN PAIN
SHE TEACHES US THAT LIFE
HAS SO MUCH FOR US TO GAIN
HER HAND IS A HEALING TOUCH
AS SHE TEACHES US NOT TO FUSS
NO MATTER HOW MANY OBSTACLES LIE AHEAD
WE KNOW THAT MOTHER WILL BE THERE FOR US
HER LOVE NEVER ENDS
AS SHE GROWS TIRED AND WEARY
HER BODY MAY SLOW AND HER SIGHT MAY FALTER
HER TOUCH BECOMES LESS AS THE LIGHT BEGINS TO FADE
NOW MAMA LAYS HER HEAD DOWN
FOR THAT GOLDEN SLEEP
SHE GOES AHEAD OF ALL THE REST
TO PREPARE A PLACE FOR US TO REST
WE KNOW THAT SHE WILL SHOW THE WAY
LIKE THE SNOW WHITE DOVE
THAT'S WHY WE KNOW
THERE'S NOTHING LIKE A MOTHERS LOVE.
THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO RUBY M. KIDD (05-05-1946 TO 10-23-2001)
GOD REST HER SOUL AND ALL OF THE OTHER MOTHERS OR MOTHERS TO BE IN THE WORLD! I KNOW THI
Poetry From FriendsThe winds sweep across the Kansas plains
New life rides the waves
It carries away the yesterdays
Bringing hope to take its place
Hope for bright new days ahead
Hope for tranquility
Hope for all you care about
And the things you wish to be
As each day gives way to darkness
As it too is put to rest
Like the new life carried on the Kansas winds
I am wishing you the best!
rumdumb~~Owned by eLLe~~Belonging to Krissy~~Poetic Azz@ fubar
give this man some fu-love ;)
PoetryDarkness is my kingdom
as astral vapors swirl about me,
swaddling me in a blanket sewn of cosmic wind
and undiscovered memories.
Hidden within a locket lie all the
answers the world has ever known
and many more
we dread.
Aeons passed as nothing filled the endless void,
a great black sea
alive amongst the absence of life;
great infernos rage,
tumultuously tossed amidst
illusion
and unvision.
Astral winds carry a scent of death
and mystery,
reminding us
of a time when we were more
than what we are now;
a time of eldritch lore and cyclopean myth,
where great creatures roamed,
and we were free as we had
never known;
free to explore the cosmic sea,
the astral void that we called home. Pools of lava burble around,
I watch the beast between the eyes,
Raise my sword to slay the beast.
The beast lets loose a deafening sound.
As I devise his demise
I promise to avenge the deceased.
The beast lunges, I swing my sword.
The bl
PoetryJust was in the mood to express some of my poetry.....
A Love To Call My Own
I knew from the beginning you were just a flirt, but i fell in love with you knowing I'd be hurt.
I thought I could tie you down and make you love just one, but how could I do something no one else has ever done.
I know you'll never love me and I'm trying not to cry, but I must find the strengh somehow to kiss your lips goodbye.
When you ask for me again you'll find I won't be there, I want a love to call my own not one I have to share.
Just Wondering
As the lips that once told me they loved me claimed to love me no more, I wondered how to stop the tears that flowed so freely to the floor.
As the eyes that once held a look so warm could no longer hold my stare, I wondered if there was a time when those eyes really did care.
As the arms that once held me and comforted me now just push me away, I wondered why my time was threw and why I could not stay.
Waterfall
The wate
Poetry Of StruggleOrganizing my life has never seemed so complicated until I decided to walk in my own shoes. Doing one thing the right way is only the wrong way in another's eyes, but I must continue to move forward. I make decision based on the experience I have, yet what experience do I have when none is taught? I grope, feel, and reach for an outlet, but Through blurred vision, I am blind and cannot see between the line. Wrapped in a blanket of feelings of love and deception. Each corner I turn, each page I riffle through, every thought I have is a suggestion of complication.
PoetryThe shadow of a girl chases me down the sidewalk
As I, clueless to the notion I was competing
Staring at cracks in the pavement, I wonder
Is life suppose to be a certain way to me
Or am I the product of this idiosyncrasy?
Do I have a choice, can you really hear my voice
Or do my silent screams fall on ignorant ears?
The shadow of a girl walks alongside me on the sidewalk
As I, clueless I had support
Pondering the idea of socialization, rejecting the idea of self
Centered
Is the place I usually can find myself, yet in this day I am a wonderer
I ponder the plight of all those who walked before me
And worry that their struggles are unending.
Am I an original, or a carbon copy of something done before
Or is it just the physical, that distinguishes me from her?
Legitimate concern, or the quizzical inferences made by a woman who is fascinated.
The shadow of a girl holds my hand as I walk across the sidewalk
I question the truth of existence
I acknowledge h
Poetry, Thoughts, And GigglesA father watched his daughter playing in the garden. He smiled as he reflected on just how sweet an innocent his little girl was.
Suddenly, she just stopped and stared at the ground. He went over to her and noticed she was looking at to spiders mating.
"Daddy, what are those two spiders doing?"
"They're mating," her father replied.
"What do you call the spider on top, Daddy?" she asked.
"That's a daddy-long-legs," her father answered.
So, the other is a Mommy-long-legs?" the little girl asked.
"No," her father replied. "Both of them are daddy-long-legs."
The little girl thought for a moment, then took her foot and stomped them flat....
"Well, we're not having THAT sort of shit in our garden."
:D hope this tickled you some.
I've watched them
in good times
in hard times.
He still gets teary-eyed
when he speaks of her
His soul mate, best friend, his wife
She still giggles and blushes
They still play, and if they disagree--
it's almost comica
Poetry Corner With Candy Gurl!!!I felt the love inside my heart, I saw the future the joy I sought....
I felt the love I thought would last, Yet another chapter in my pass.....
I played my part and o so well, Like victoria secret, I was under a love spell...
I fanticized so vivaciously, My heart would beat harmoniously.....
How Could This Be?
It'll never appeal...I'm falling in love & I know That it's real...
"I have to hide, Keep it bottled inside,Is there something really there? Does he even care? Is it just lust? Do I have his trust?"
I want you to feel me inside & out, Get deep in my mind...know what i'm truly about....
Learn all of my secrets and my deepest fears, learn about my childhood and what i've experienced these years....
My fear of loving cause my family never gave me that, my many motivation and the reasons why I slack.....
The things that make me laugh, and why i'm happy all time...
Why I learned to hustle, turn a nickle to a dime....
The PAIN is not the stuggle, it's
PoetryAs the summer slips by
All I can do is lay and cry
For as fall begins to come in
And the days start to end
As the nights grow longer
My body starts to get colder
As the time of night goes by
All I can do is cry
As the nights become day
All I do is fade away
As the time passes slower
All I can do is roll over
Wishing the tears from my eyes
Will hopefully begin to die
As fall becomes winter
My heart is splintered
Waiting to see the day
That someone will come my way
As winter becomes spring
I wonder if my heart will sing
A song of happiness ever again
Just like it did before this all began
As spring becomes summer
My heart hears nothing but thunder
For my life is a big cloud
Just passing by as it is aloud
Wondering if my heart will be found
As tears fall from my eyes
Hoping never again to hear a sound Three days I heard them grieve when I lay dead,
(It was so strange to me that they should weep!)
Tall candles burned about me in the dark,
And a great crucifix
PoetrySummers Day
Can I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Where warming sun and breezes play
Where dancing flowers in meadow sway
And time stretches out the endless day
Can I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Where swallows swoop there tireless quest
And larks proclaim with boundless zest
Unseen bees and insects buzz and hum
About their business that in the summer sun
Warming rays your skin does softly caress
Can I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Where cares recede and melt away
Like turning tides the sand refined
And thoughts of you our bodies entwined
Stirs my heart and fires my soul
Your virtues in verse I must extol
Can I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Would that every day was summer
Till the stars grow dim and the sun hides her face
And every moment was in your sweet embrace
Then maybe id consider a moment in time
Worthy of a day that’s full of sunshine
Nova
Lost
Hollow footsteps, cloaked by night
Of sadness known through tortured sight
The willow weep
PoetryOnce happy
Now alone
Once liked
Now hated
Once cared
Now don’t
Once had a star
Now gone out
Once look forward to happier days
Now facing gloomier days
Once smiled
Now frown
Once happy
Now alone
Copyright@2003
Tear are cried
Heart is broken
No one that cares
Alone in a room
Far away from home
Feel unsafe
Thoughts of him
Cries out for him
His heart is gone
No where to see
Heart is dieing
How can this be
Guess life is funny
It will work out
Wheatear with him or without
Answer is being alone
Wish him luck
Sweet man of the net
Home word bound
Left in the past
Love is sadness
Never meaning to hurt
Kind and sweet
With every begin has an end
Guilt is killing me
Love is killing me
Still care always will
Wanting him
Knowing it can’t be
Will let it be
Let him going
Lying down to cry
Good night my dreams
Dreams are what are left
Come dreams and hold them close.
May the goddess
Guild and protect him
Keep him safe
Poetry/writingPlease don't laugh ^^; i'm attemtping my first fanfiction, and, well, it's still rough, and i KNOW i use pronouns too much, but, i'm proud of it so far, and i wanted to post it ^^ It belongs to ME. don't STEAL it. if you STEAL it, i will kill you. Jessica belongs to me... i mean, she IS me, so... and Erik belongs to gaston Leroux. L'opera Populaire belongs to Andrew Lloyd Webber.
The following years had been kind to him. The gossip of the times washed away any mention of the incident, and his life was his own once again. He had a quaint little victorian home a few miles away from the ruins of the operahouse, in a quiet little suburb of Paris. He spent his days tending to his roses, writing new scores, painting, and reading. it was a peaceful existance, yes. But it was dull. He longed for the costumes, the music, the applause of the opera. He missed the dancing, the rehearsals, his salary... Thankfully he had stored away half of his salary whenever he recieved it, which is what a
PoetryHold fast to dreams, for when dreams go, life is like a barren field frozen with sno, Hold fast to dreams for when dreams die, life is like a broken winged bird that cannot fly.
PoetryM elt away sorrows, regrets and tears of yesterday
and worries, dreads and anxieties of tomorrow
when you sit squarely in this moment.
O ne minute of happiness, which you have consciously chosen,
is just the beginning of creating your own collection of happy moments
which grow into a happy life.
M emories are precious when invited in
as guests into the present.
E nvisioning your future at the expense of the present,
leads to a loss of moments that could be filled
with your emotion of choice.
N ow is all there really is!
T oday is here...
tomorrow can wait its turn!
One night a man had a dream.
He had dreamed he was walking
along the beach with the Lord.
Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand:
one belonging to him, and the other to the Lord.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
he looked back at the footprints in the sand.
He noticed that many times along the path of his
PoetryWhat I wish for you, my sweet Havanna?
What I wish for you, my sweet Havanna?
A world of passion, a heart of gold!
Open arms, peaceful soul,
In your comming future, happyness for ever!
My sweet Havanna, this is what I wish you.
Dreams of ever lasting love
Strength for you to win.
All your glory days, happy they remain,
Lighting up your heart, always being loved,
My sweet Havanna, this is what I wish you.
The angel of love, the angel of peace,
Above your head always guarding you,
Taste of happynes, of the heaven's sky,
Arms of peacefull angels.
My sweet Havanna, this is what I wish you.
What I wish for you, my sweet Havanna?
Be a happy bride, wife amor!
May your household live in ever lasting peace
Like the night's stars, like the morning sun rise,
Ever lasting life, glory, happyness,
Heart of gold, soul of steel,
Dreams of bravery, pride and joy,
My sweet Havanna, this is what I wish you! Adio, my love,
For the last time goodbye my love,
My heart is alw
Poetryeven tho he's not mine,
even tho i can't have him,
even tho we haven't spoken in years--
I hear his voice echo in my memory
even tho we haven't touched in forever,
even tho we haven't recently shared a kiss,
even tho our bodies haven't twined as lovers,
my body remembers like it was yesterday
even tho his scent is on the shirt I wore
when he hugged me goodbye,
even tho our love is a memory,
even tho he's gone--
He still makes my heart flutter
~SM written 6/3/2008 Smooth, Sultry, Sexy Sevannah
Walk the walk, girl!
Talk the talk, girl!
Make all the men crazy insane
Head over heels in lust--
only to disappear quicker then they cum
They built her up to bring her down
but her strength made her survive.
Sevannah doesn't know any other way.
Elegant, elusive, electrifying Sevannah
Get in, get out, get it over
Don't forget: you're somewhere, ANYWHERE
than here and now
and anyone, anything except yourself....
Slicker than a serpent's belly
yet as c
Poetry By Me!My little sister is 23, and is in End Stage Renal Failure. Her only hope is a kidney transplant. There are many circumstances at play, which keep her off the transplant list, but if one of her family members is a match, they would go ahead and do the transplant. Out of 3 siblings, I'm the only one with the same blood type.
I know that it's not just blood type that is a factor, and I'm in the process of getting things figured out to see if I match enough qualifiers to donate a kidney to her.
If I'm a match, I'll be at her side during the whole harvesting and transplant process. But if I am not, I need to be able to say my goodbyes.
I am asking that you pray for her and our family. I have to figure out how I can gather funds to help her and her dad, and even myself to be at her side regardless... I'm not asking for hand outs.. but perhaps ideas.
I have a very dear friend who has offered to take my children while I travel to be with my sister... and I can only say to her "I lo
PoetaThe Chains of State
In chains of state,
The Poor Fool fell.
No cash in hand,
The Judge he tells.
He dreams of tea
In Boston Harbor,
But the Chains of State
Disturb his slumber.
Freedom exists!
He’s heard it’s true,
In a distant land
Beyond the blue.
“But alas!” he cries,
“The sea’s long swept.”
So in his dreams
He quietly wept.
No more the Shores
Of Freedom found;
No more to stand
In open ground.
For the Chains of State
We all must wear;
The Tax Man’s cross
We all must bear. The Princess of Uncommon Beauty
She was a Princess of Uncommon Beauty
The perfect dream of a teenage Queen
She had her heart set upon the stars
But her stars refused to be seen
There once was a time when she sparkled
When she brought her court to their knees
And all the boys dreaming to be men
Begged her hand in twos and threes
Then one day a young man took her
Won her hand and won her heart
He swore he would always love her
Then he tore her world apart
S
PoetryWhere are you when my heart is hurting and I need you near?
Why do I scream and find you act like you cannot hear?
How do I go forward without submitting to the fear?
When will your memory not cause a single tear?
Will your footprint on my soul leave or continue to remain?
Can I finish my life carrying all this unbearable pain?
Do I keep the walls and give up trying once again?
Might the sun burst through & dry up the rain?
Surely I am not the first, but do you know if I am not the last?
Is the insight only for the future & not thinking of the past?
Does my role remain nil in this play that seems so vast?
May I have some answers, for I am fading fast...
PoetryThe soft whisper on the wind
eases her out of peaceful slumber
beckoning her out of bed
a languid spell she's cast under.
Clad only in a white shift
she tiptoes down darkened halls
guided only by the luminescent moon
and candles flickering against the wall.
Enchanting music adrift on a breeze
flows steadily into her ears..
helpless to resist the pull as it soothes
and ceases her deepest fears.
Following the music outside
eyes dazed, mind in a trance
she lets go of inhibitions
with grace begins to dance.
Shadowed and mysterious
he waits in still silence
following her every move
waiting to offer expert guidance.
Her movements liquid against
the black velvet of night
graceful in poise and flow,
embraced by a halo of moonlight.
He glides out of shadows
and hovers nearer her form
a shiver runs down her spine
her body loses it's warmth.
An eerie calm settles around her
sh
Poetic Expressionsi am addicted to the way light shimmers on his skin
the pulse of his heart when it's next to mine - dare i even begin
the look in his his when they gaze into to mine - i tell you nothing compares
the trace of his fingers across my face - the tickle when he twirls my hair
the way he gets all my little jokes and things that mean much more to me
i adore the little things he does - the things you'll never see
the curve of his smile as he plays with my child
the flutter of his lash as he dreams
the smell of his skin warm and fresh as he exits the steamy shower
the taste of his kisses upon my lips - and the feelings that they empower
i experience a million memories each day we are together
i'll have them forever and always i will treasure
no one could ever be what he is to me -
no one could take his place
he will eternally be something special to me
and i cannot be replaced you are there
i am here
alone inside this shell
black mascara stains
upon my pillow
where ever
PoetryComplete Darkness,
Lit up in a flash.
A new world is forced upon me,
With a thunderous crash.
A cannot take in,
All this beauty at once.
This electrical feeling,
Crafted a genius fro this dunce.
So much knowledge,
And wisdom in fury.
Too much, to quick,
And my vision is blurry.
My heart and mind,
Stand to battle each other.
All this confusion,
Derived from the love of another.
Together we sin,
And stare death in the eye.
In the midst of this storm,
On the lightening we ride.
Massive amounts of beauty,
Reside in such power.
The fiercest of stroms we'll be,
Until our final hour!
We'll uproot small flower,
And topple ancient towers.
The universe we'll scour-
Until our final hour! Compromising situations,
Are battles of their own.
Bullied by intimidation,
I find myself alone.
Breathe the anger in,
Feel it singe your lungs.
Exhale hatred’s sin,
Let it roll off of your tongue.
Peer deeper into your hear
PoetryI love him because
I know him so well
I love him in spite of
knowing him that well My mother tells me that
it's cold today
I ought to wear a sweater
or it might rain
I should take an umbrella
or my dress is unbecoming
and my hair doesn't look right
She also says that
I should lose a few pounds
put cream on my face
wear a hat in the sun
not use swearwords
and stand up straight
My mother treats me like a child
She has not noticed that
I have grown up
and I am truly catching up to her fast
My mother tells me what to do
and always seems startled
when I tell her
I am an adult, too
My appliances
are meant to
make my life easier
I cook faster
clean faster
write faster
get there faster
reach people buttons
turning dials
spinning my wheels
making my world
go even faster
right past me
PoetryThe Colors Of War
Within the stars and the stripes of old glory,
Ironically, white makes up the largest part.
In school we learned about that old story,
It must be written somewhere in our hearts.
Red, white and blue...
It doesn't matter what they stood for before.
Now they stand for the colors of war.
RED
rage, embarrassment, disgrace, scarlet letter, deceit, power, greed, disregard, disrespect, terror, lust, propaganda, communists, hate, lies, arrogance, gore, beheadings, ignorance, pride, mass murder, neo conservatives, mutilations, the Religious Riech, intolerance, profits, BLOOD.
WHITE
innocence, compromise, tolerance, Light, compassion, forgiveness, understanding, empathy, love, sheep, faith, hope, charity, prayers, enlightenment, PEACE.
BLUE
shadow, ignorance, despair, pain, Darkness, helplessness, confusion, fear, uncertainty, anxiety, stress, disbelief, distress, shock , misery, suffering, grief, sorrow, loneliness, SADNESS.
Cher Ford-McCul
Poetry"As Time Passes Me By"
I've sat here from time to time,
Watching, Waiting,
Letting time, slip right by
Watching as the whole world around,
Withers and dies.
Curled up in a blanket,
The world begins to turn cold,
A blistery chlll creeps up my body,
Sending chills from head to toes.
I can't stand the feeling,
6 Months ago, i knew this would come,
In a few weeks i know it will be over,
The white death will be done.
Until that day shows up
Until I can play with my daughter on the slide,
I'll sit here curled up with my family,
Till spring pushes weather aside.
By,
Nik Siney
Poetrty-not Much To Saythese are lyrics to a song that makes alot of sense to me and others alike. what is beef? and
can some of the petty shyte that some of us go through on a day to day basis really be considered
beef?
a Black Star PSA . what’s beef?....
Alot of people are under the popular misconseption that most of the situations that they endure in the day-to day can actually qualify as "beef" . I think that Talib Kwali and Mos Def said it best.
(Talib Kwali):
Yo, I was sold to a sick European by a rich African Battle-man,
Middle passages, I can't go back again.
Battlin' years who denied history's lies,
while mystery's wive's, watching with misty eyes
watching they niggas be beaten visciously
Battling this world is North America,
ran by the river, only stopping to pray.
Change My Predators:
Terrorists with ediquiette, who vote and kill they president,
Their capacity for evil so evident, and prevalent.
Ain't no hesitation involved, a nation dissolved,
while we sit back waitin'
Poetry/lyricsBefore I paste this one, I'll give a little background.
Being the social networking whore that I am, I'm on several sites including one called Netlog. Also being the nerd/loser that I sometimes am, I met an amazingly beautiful, witty, and very interesting girl named Liz. She went to school about 20 minutes or so away, and for three or four weeks, we tried to meet up somewhere and chill. Many things got in the way, and right before we were going to meet for sure, she told me that she had just gotten a boyfriend.
So here's to remembering wonderful times of courtship and flirtation.
A Bouquet of Word
You look quite lovely this fine October day
And I just might be so very bold to say
That all things good your face does portray
Such beauty as shown when the trees sway
And that same shown when kind creatures play
When we speak, no troubles on my heart weigh
But I will admit it sometimes does go astray
Leaping to you without the slightest delay
Hoping you will accept
Poetry I LikeI felt a cleaving in my mind
As if my brain had split;
I tried to match it, seam by seam,
But could not make them fit.
The thought behind I strove to join
Unto the thought before, ,
But sequence ravelled out of reach
Like balls upon a floor. I've alway found this peom inspiring so when a mumm reminded me of it I though I'd share it.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fo
Poetry From The DarksideThe 9Th Day
By: L. G. Olson
"I've seen the darkness. I know the secrets that it hides and I have felt the pain. I have felt my own blood pool under me. I know the price it holds, and on the 9th day I will pay that price."
The 9TH Day: Introduction
Lifeless, Broken, Hatred, Brutal. I was afraid of being part of life and even worse, I would miss it. A marriage based on lies, I fell so hard that the blow has left me cold and broken. I hated life for what it did not give me, and the man who had taken it all from me. I could not be touched and I was too empty to see that all I had to do was reach out; but I was too scared to act on it. To broken to heal the endless wounds. Find a stranger and you'll be safe, find a stranger I'll be safe. A stranger found me.
I remember the pain. So much pain and the evil that follows in the wake of its destruction, the fevered rush that surges through your soul
PoetryWhen I lie down next to you.
I feel my heart growing between us.
When we lie down together I feel,
The missing piece of my heart I never had.
I think about all the wrong things I've done to you,
And the things I've done to hurt you and I wish
I could go back in time and erase it all.
I've done many things to hurt you and still we lie together.
When we lie together,
I feel a relationship beginning to grow.
No one could ever break us apart,
When we are lying side by side.
When we lie in the same bed together,
And all I can think about is you and I.
When we lie down together in the same bed,
I can't thank about anything but you and I.
by:Gary Frost
May 21, 2005 Tears to my eyes,
Are from the way I love you,
But you don't know how much
I care.
When I'm around you
I start to tear,
But you don't care
So why should I care.
When I look at you
I start to tear,
Because I know there's
PoetryYou Have An Angels Heart
You fall in love quickly and easily.You give so much in a relationship, and you don't expect much in return. You love always seeing your lover and you just love them as they are.You have a huge desire to whomever you love and you stay in love forever i would take a thousand lashes to spend forever in ur arms for the pain of the ripes and burns of the leather goes but the emptiness never ceases... Bruised battered and broken
Rubbing salt in my wounds
Keeping me from being anew
Screaming words I don’t quite understand
Making my world spin like whirlwind
Feeling sick inside, you left me with a burden
Something cherished and honored now nothing
More then a dark stain
Deep in the caverns of my tattered soul you still linger
Making me sick with lies and hate
Slowly you take hold of the last bit of me I had left to understand
What you did to me,
Making sense of something insensible
Turning happiness into pain
Turning giggles into tears
Not quite sur
PoetryLonely are the nights
Lonely are the days
Lonely am I, in so many ways
Lonely are the seasons
Lonely are the years
So lonely am I, that it brings tears.
Lonely is this place
Lonely is my life
Lonely am I, that I reach for a knife
Lonely is this court room
Lonely is my sentence
So lonely am I that I ask for repentance.
PoetryI have lived long enough.
I'm ready to leave this earth.
Life can be such an unhappy thing.
Full of so much pain and hurt.
I have had so much sadness and sorrow.
Lost those I've loved the best.
I'm ready to go to a happier place.
I just want to be laid to rest.
My mind and body are so tired.
I don't know if I can go on.
I have only been here a short time.
But my life has seemed so long.
So if you want me to be happy.
To show me you really care.
Just let me find a better place.
When I'm in the ground I'll be there.
MIG
Feel the cool silver,
against the warm skin.
It feels so nice,
once again.
Slice just a little,
or open it wide.
To help ease the pain,
that's on the inside.
Come on, just do it,
just let it all go.
See the beauty,
and watch it flow.
The red pours out,
and covers the flesh.
No more pain,
what a beautiful mess.
MIG
I cut my skin
to ease the pain.
I can't belive
he's doing this again.
He hurts me so much
and makes me feel
PoetryBecause,
sometimes,
late at night,
when the sky is full of stars,
and the world weighs heavily on your shoulders,
You know,
deep down,
You have made somebody smile,
and have brought a happiness,
no matter how trivial,
into the light of their heart.
March 5, 1995 Are you curious?
Are you sincere?
Will you be mine?
Will you my dear?
Late at night,
Stars shine bright,
Head hangs low,
Disturbing sight.
Heart is heavy,
Mood is down,
Depression deep,
Will I drown?
Hopeless journey,
Hopeless Task,
Heedless agony,
Faceless mask.
Emotionless,
Starless,
Blighted,
Dim.
What
Ever
Will
Become
Of
Him
?
PoetryLooking Down the Barrel of a Gun.
I look down the barrel....
Waiting for it to be my last hour....
Life never felt so wanting as it dangles on a string.
Steel pressed against my eye's outer ring.
One click would set this little piece of iron into ignition.
Leaking out my thoughts and soul's every conviction....
Tears running down my face...
This could be it...
This could be the end...
This could be my last sight time will spend
Do I have time to even think to cry?
As I stare down the barrel pressed against my eye....
Life flashing 1 million miles per half a second....
And I should have only reckoned
That the smell of anticipation never smelt so sweet
Tears running down my face
My hand slowly gets shaky
What is it that makes me?
To put this unforgiving steel to my head
As I lie in my lonely bed
Wondering where has time speed by
Only to realize that this will be the time I die
If I pull the trigger that is
Wond
Poetryjust a glance you gave me
staring into my heart
those piercing eyes of yours
they tear my world apart
i feel the power of your gaze
your captivating stare
it sets our world ablaze
as my love fills the air
our moment ends, as you pass by
till the next i see those eyes It starts with a whisper
Her voice vibrates gently in my ear
I reach out to touch her porcelain skin
With bodies like day and night
Our passion sets the world aflame
In an instant, our worlds collide
Too long i have waited for this time.
Looking into you, i'm able to see everything
All my imperfections, my sins, my betrayals
So much i have done wrong in my life and its all reflected in you
Talk with me, tell me that its not over yet
That i'm still able to keep my humanity without turning into some kind of demon
You are my soul, my only link to the good i've attained in this world
Please, keep me shining bright and dont let me fall into darkness
Poetry Ive WrittenA lifetime filled with cheating hearts,
all echo from my past,
The "promise trues" and "I love you's, "
each one was meant to last.
So fine this line of sharing,
built with honesty and trust,
Each vow left inside my head,
now slowly gathers dust.
I struggle to tomorrow, searching hope,
yet walking blind,
While broken dreams, and silent screams,
play re-runs in my mind.
I try to shake, each past mistake,
and meet what lies ahead,
While hearing cold reminders
of these promises once said.
It's hard to feel, what's wrong from real,
when shadows dim the light,
I close my eyes and dream a dream
of heaven every night.
Will this all unfold, in this history I hold
is it a guiding hand?
These scars I show,
a lesson, I yet don't understand?
Another day awaits me,
in this life I call my own,
A cruel delay frustrates me,
as I face this world alone.
Let words once said, and tears long shed,
rest peaceful in this heart,
I know the pain of lo
Poetry In Motiondon't put them away
just try to see human defects as tsunamis or as forest fires
things that happen, that affect good folks sometimes, but usually less often or less severely ...
...but are not caused by good folks, and cannot be prevented by good folks ..
(except that good folks can usually protect their family, but not always.)
don't give up, just make a spread-sheet of badness, and select "delete"
ommmmmmmm
calibrate on what's important
i wander what they mean i dont like them they started about two weeks ago its odd how dreams exist in our minds
it started with my sister and now its going with the family and yeah i know so comment i know everybody dies so ok
but i get panicky about it so i just have to walk through these dreams i guess
but in the meantime its a bummer cus i am having trouble sleeping and force myself awake
i dont know just talking i am in in dark
and i think i am trapped
with old issue and demons
com
PoetryThe hand
Sometimes the hand holding the sharpes, deepest cutting knife
Is the softest
Sometimes the hand that is holding the bleeding remains of your heart
are the gentlest
Sometimes the hand that is holding the balance of your life
is the most perfect
Sometimes, and just, sometimes
The hand that covers your eyes
Are the ones you were just caressing with your lips
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Things
Things that bother me.
I cannot say
things that hurt me
I cannot say
things that tell me one thing
I cannot say
things that tell me another
I cannot say
things that I want to say
I cannot say
things that I cannot say
may set me free
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Just wanted to say...this started out as a poem. Then started sounding like a song. Maybe I can get some help making it to music..?
I took your pictures from the wall
I didn't know that we would fall
When the heart ache came to me
Poetry ContestAll you have to do is click and rate this poem for me...Thank you so much.
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Poetryand that is how
Have you ever seen the morning snow
fall prey to the afternoon sun ?
That is how my heart melted today
when you looked at me and smiled .
Have you ever had an ice cream cone
around mid day in late august ?
That is how my heart melted today
when I heard you say my name.
Have you ever used a cube of ice
just one , to cool your fresh brewed tea ?
That is how my heart melted today
when I held you in my arms. Forever
Life had only just begun,
though twice, I had gone around the sun.
Yet , forever bound we would be.
A full grown woman ... bound to me.
Mom ... I'm sure that was her name ,
and breaking hearts was her game.
The woman I depended on,
so suddenly , had packed , and gone.
Let's move forward , in my life.
I took a girl to be my wife.
We swore , in front of God , Forever.
Yes , we would alwals be together.
The key word there was girl you see.
Alot to learn , a world to
Poetic Mutterings & MeanderingsA Woman...
There once was a woman
She loved a man
He betrayed her every which way you can
She dated a few times after that
Then walked away from it all
Swearing she would never again take the fall
So many years later she finds her self here
Looking for what she's not sure
Maybe it will be too much for her heart to endure
So she will watch and learn
Learn and watch
She's come so far
Thinking a few times she'd found the one
Only for it to all come undone
So here she sits watching and waiting
Learning and knowing
While she waits for the one
-Behind Her Blue eyes-
Seemingly laughing and smiling eyes of blue
Deep with in them lies a pain so sharp it can never see the light of day
Tears often forming and falling unseen by the world
Hidden away she cries
Desperately trying to keep the pain within at bay
Unsure of her own way in the world
She looks to others for the answers
Never finding them
Left wanting, desiring, needing
She slips behind the facade
Never sho
Poetic MeHer spirit moves me, and I sigh
I sing loves songs to make her cry
Tears of joy wash away my sin
Completely whole outside and within
Made anew in the bonds held deep
One in every way forever to keep
Two of one soul , heart and mind
Dream that my soul longed to find
Now held in arms and the loving gaze
She is my life till the end of our days
One in all things and her heart beats true
I thank god for the love my soul always knew
By R Thomas Dinsmore
written about my wife The greatest fight in life is the fight to surrender
Dropping the façade and becoming tender
Knowing that some fights can never be won
Letting go of it all and with it be done
This precious moment is all there will ever be
Fighting for the sake the fight is a loss to me
Dramas unfold and steal the joy of life
They feed on attention building more strife
Hate and love two sides of the same coin
Pain that sprung from her loving loin
Immature are the minds that live in hate
Lost in illusions locke
Poetry And MusesIf you never saw me, would you place judgement on me?
Would you give me the chance to get to know you ?
If I am ugly , would you be able to tell just by talking to me ?
Could you spare your time and take a chance with me ?
Would you believe me if you could not look at me ?
If you could see me , would it change anything you heard ?
If you found out that you like me, would it change if you saw me ?
would you trust your heart to find what your missing ?
if you fell in love with me, would you hate me if i wasn't what you thought ?
Could you live with the decision that you made after you knew the truth ?
Would you still love me even if i was not the man of your dreams ?
If I was that man , would it change the way you feel about me ?
If I told you I have strong feelings for you, would you believe it ?
Would you be able to develop feelings for me if you never truly met me ?
If I told you that I need you, and want to be with you would feel the same ?
Could you allow yourself
PoetryYou can be far
Or you can be near
But when I think of you
Ill shed a tear
My love for you grows
Stronger with each day
And it gets herder to find
The right words to say
Im lost in speech
When I look at you
Id die that day
If I ever lost you
tears have fell
and words exchanged
that made our feelings
never the same
I don’t know why
But somethings not right
But ill push through it
With all my might
Tear and pain
No matter what It may be
Forever and always
You and me
PoetryHappy birthday shining star
In the morning sun I don't need
Your beauty shines into my life
The greatest blessing in this world
I thank God He gave it to me
In the night I go to bed
My light is off, but
Your beauty keeps on glowing
Motivation in my life
Reason in this world to live
Happy birthday angel face
Years are passing getting older
But your beauty never dies
Keep on shinning in my life
Loving me the way you do
Happy birthday once again
I love you endlessly
Danny Ursoi
Copyright ©2007 Danny Ursoi When sitting on the side
Speechless without a word,
Just looking for some ways
To find the door that mach your key,
Holding strong to give you hopes but,
In your mind you're somewhere else.
Going crazy in little circle
Bang your head against the walls,
Keep on looking at the road
As the sun is slowly dying
Asking questions you forgotten
Jumping on the walls with rage
Wondering about the road.
Than you stop to look at your self
Wondering who ar
PoetryWhat I wish for you, my sweet Havanna?
What I wish for you, my sweet Havanna?
A world of passion, a heart of gold!
Open arms, peaceful soul,
In your comming future, happyness for ever!
My sweet Havanna, this is what I wish you.
Dreams of ever lasting love
Strength for you to win.
All your glory days, happy they remain,
Lighting up your heart, always being loved,
My sweet Havanna, this is what I wish you.
The angel of love, the angel of peace,
Above your head always guarding you,
Taste of happynes, of the heaven's sky,
Arms of peacefull angels.
My sweet Havanna, this is what I wish you.
What I wish for you, my sweet Havanna?
Be a happy bride, wife amor!
May your household live in ever lasting peace
Like the night's stars, like the morning sun rise,
Ever lasting life, glory, happyness,
Heart of gold, soul of steel,
Dreams of bravery, pride and joy,
My sweet Havanna, this is what I wish you!
PoetryIt days like these where i really think If I will ever be able to stay happy. I know i am still young and have a full life ahead of me and all but really.. whats so wrong with trying to be happy now? I guess for some people it comes easier then others. All the time I have went and tried to find a girl for me it always ends up the same with me and unhappy. This time i was not looking but this one come with its own new problems and I really don't know what i should do. I have not felt this happy in years but still at the same time I am not sure if i should go with it or be scared. I am really falling for this girl( not more of love but Liking her a lot) When I have spent time with her i cant see anything wrong with her. Yeah she might smoke but for once it does not bother me, does not turn me off or anything.. its like I don't even notice it when i ma around her. I have a smile glued ear to ear the whole time. When I first kissed her nothing else mattered at that point. everything aroun
PoetryI am longing tonight to hold you
feel your warmth beside me
hear your heart beating
to listen as you breathe
These empty arms ache to be filled
lips to shower you with kisses
my voice waits to speak your name
to whisper, 'I love you'
My eyes long to see you smile
that sparkle in your eyes
they memorized your face so well
but the image is more dream than real
My heart is heavy tonight
memories of you envelope me
I long to be with you
until that longing is almost pain
and my heart can only wonder
if yours feels the same.
In a time long since passed,
two hearts met
wearing different masks,
true love, each had found,
only in death to part,
his body given to the ground.
True love torn,
like a stitch in time
two souls parted,
without reason or rhyme,
will meet again and again,
for lives sewn togther never really end.
No one can change the circle of life,
love, fear, death, or strife
for the heart knows what the mind cannot see,
long lost loves in m
PoetrySitting naked, I teach you phrases in German, and with every correct pronunciation, you get to do what you want to me.
Sitting naked, you're teaching me how to sing, and with every correct pitch, I get to let you do what you want to me.
This could have been beautiful, the most pretty and content of its kind.
I watch you on stage, and my lust builds a castle, only for your sweaty hands to storm.
You sense me there, your desires expand and start to wander, but are captured with my wet lips.
I have what you want, that no other woman can give you. You would have been complete.
After every home run, I strip one more piece of my Red Sox gear, and you end up grand slamming.
With every field goal kick, the Patriots take the lead, but they are not alone.
Excitement within our own warped dimension would have kept us alive and free, since no one could have ever forbidden us.
You leave for eternities and return, but without pent up frustration because I was there for you.
I misse
Poetry - Again AgainI asked you to let me know.
I've waited so long.
You've told me something.
It may be true, it may be false.
It may be killing me,
It may be the end of you.
All that I have is,
had is,
was...
Never mine at all.
Your answer was never the thing,
that I needed to get fucking by.
I waited to be coated,
in bullshit so deep I could not hear your lies.
See the way you turn from my eyes?
That tells me they make you wet.
The haste of your breath I would,
match and exceed.
Sacrificing my back to your nails.
Carried away by the swells of your chest,
loving the way your hips still buck.
Spilling inside you.
Oh so sweet.
Throbbing until you drift on down,
sighing until you fall asleep. I wish in my heart to be something more.
More than a passing non-existant thought.
More than the nothing I seem to be.
Couldn't I stroke your heart a while?
Give you a chance to care for me.
Give you a chance to scream out loud.
Give you away to the wolves outsid
PoetryCrystalline drops run down my face
I know that I just can't erase
Everything that's burning me
Alive in me; inside of me
This hellish hold that I can't break
I don't know how much I can take
So every little part of me
Ignites the flame inside of me
And all the strength I've left to stand
Is made to fall inside my hand
While every last apology
Is unreleased inside of me
And all I am, and all in me
Has broken down for all to see
The wind it whispers silently
Your gentle name, so quietly
I look at this crystal window before me
It shines like a twisted mirror, broken and shattered
A reflection of my life I presume
Because looking back, none of it mattered
I gave it my all, but that wasn't enough
I fought the good fight, but all of that stuff
Was nothing at all when faced with you
How could I predict what you'd put me through?
I never could've predicted a way to the pain
That was faster than you, lost out in the rain
That was bleeding its heart out a
Poetic MindMy mind always wonders
It worries me night and day
Thoughts get struck by lightening
Leaving me with nothing to say
Depending on temporary laughs
Asking others for truths and signs
But theres something I'll always have
Is my strong Poetic Mind
I appreciate my ability to intrigue
And to develop my metaphorical lines
But somethings just really seem to be
Just extremely hard to find
Like myself; I just can not find
And others think I am just fine
Because the only time I shine
Is when I'm using my Poetic Mind
Poetry Club In DcHey Everyone!!! IF any of you are interested in Poetry at all, there is a performance tonight starting at 8pm on U Street in DC. The performers are from HBO's Def Poets and some others. The doors open at 8pm and there are drink specials between 8 and 9 and then the show itself is from 9 to 11. There is a 15 minute intermission in between. It is located at The Attic Lounge on U Street. Hope to see any/everyone that is interested there!!!
Poetry - Faded AwayFaded Away
Current mood: awake
Category: Writing and Poetry
A little boy is walking
with flags in his hands
suffering a loss
that most can’t understand
He kneels beside a headstone
tears rolling down his face
taking the flags one by one
giving each a place
Words have been spoken
that just don’t make any sense
like Sunni, Shiite, and Muslim
what exactly is defense?
The little boy only knows
daddy has faded away
no more riding on his shoulders
no more fishing at the lake
He stands and wipes his face
taking his mommas hand
he can see the tears she’s crying
pain he now understands
Poetry - Not Drug InducedNot drug induced
Current mood: awake
Category: Writing and Poetry
You titillate my mind
much like the champaign bubbles
slowly creeping in ones head
leaving them wanting
for just one more taste
Cheshire grins
hiding in the tree limbs
of the willow in my soul
making me smile lavishly
and think of dirty foreplay
I can close my eyes and see you
running your fingers
through my long blond hair
whispering,
"Baby, did you watch the Colbert report last night".
Poetry - Ode To The BeatniksLegends
Current mood: artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry
It's true what the dead say
about the silver lining
and it's touch of grey
The Grey in this case
is that:
Legends die.
The silver:
They got to live.
Cassady somehow always had his fast fingers in it.
Bridging the generational gap.
Taking the furthest even further.
You dig?
Kesey and his intrepid travelers.
Bill and his syringe in some bathroom.
Oh, and Allen with Flowers in his hair.
Owsley and his bear.
Jerry was on the bus.
You dig?
They got to live.
Did you?!?
Currently reading :
The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test
By Tom Wolfe
Release date: 05 October, 1999
PoetryMy Lady...My Love,
I awake every morning with you at my side
Often times I just lay looking at you
With each new day my love continues to grow
And I'm blessed by all the things you do.
There are not enough words to discribe my love
Only that in God we have become one
No one could ever separate what we have
For what God has joined can't be undone.
In 8 years we've not ever had a 'fight'
People find that hard to believe these days
But they don't have what we have together
Because we do things a very different way.
We invited God to be the center of our wedding
And placed our marriage into His guiding hands
He was the One that brought us together
With a love that will continue and forever stand.
I love you more today than yesterday, but less than I will tomorrow...tjg
PoetryI stand behind the thin sheet of glass
Watching my angel from a far
I want so badly to be there
To share in who you are
So much has been taken from you
These things I want to help you get back
I pound my fists in anger but
I'm held back by this fucking glass
I fight more than just physically
My emotions spinning out of control
My body is stuck in one place
In another is my soul
My heart is no longer with me
It was abandoned and left in the trash
Somehow it made its way to you
While I'm stuck behind the glass
A cloud of darkness, surrounded my soul
My heart was weary, out of control
I needed peace, to see me through
When I'd lost all hope, I found you
So now I see much brighter days
You took all my sadness away
I feel the warmth of your candlelight
I see it in your eyes tonight
When I was weak, you were there
Didn't waste time, you showed you care
You believe in me, and believe in us
PoetryMy heart was bleeding
Lying broken upon the floor
It had exploded into tiny pieces
The minute he walked out the door.
I walked for awhile in the darkness
Never veering towards love’s light
My world was full of shadows
Full with the darkness of night.
Then you came along and opened me up
You put the beat back into my heart
Because of you my life now had meaning
I was able to give love a new start.
I know this is real
These feelings I have for you
You’ve made me feel so much inside
Feelings so strong and so true.
I killed our love before it ever got to start
I sent him away but he took my heart
I knew it was over when he wouldnt talk
Again down the path of darkness I walk.
I had found true love or so I had thought
He had all the right things I had sought
But again I destroyed whatever we had
Now I sit here cryin lookin so sad.
I knew better then to give my heart away
But he had all the right things to say
He w
Poetry And Songs.this is a test of the crap system.
if you found this in error then you have no where else to go
PoetryYet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
--Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde A toad can die of light!
Death is the common right
Of toads and men,--
Of earl and midge
The privilege.
Why swagger then?
The gnat's supremacy
Is large as thine.
--Emily Dickinson
Poetry Rants...Bound by the ropes of silence,
I am forced to try and escape this depressing, trivial state
where I can feel nothing but pain.
Yet this pain is caused purely by love
so do I really want to attempt my escape?
Perhaps I will sit,
arms tied behind my back,
and dwell on my love
as I allow it to tear away the flesh around my breast.
Perhaps I will try to control it,
block it out of my mind and away from my soul,
while it rips away the iris from my eye.
Perhaps I will accept it,
and learn from it.
I'll free myself from this control and allow myself to heal,
taking the knowledge that love has arrived
and is here to stay.
Even if I try to escape,
love will remain
so I'd rather spend the moments I have with the love,
tasting it and savoring it,
licking my lips after each breath. I found beauty in myself today.
Hidden far away, underneath the mess I can be.
I felt that special moment, within the words,
wrapped around me like a flannel blanket on a chilly winter nigh
PoetryIs it just an illusion, or is it destiny,
Sometimes it's hard to tell.
destiny
Is it foolishness or faithfulness,
True love or naive spell?
If it be a spell,
Then under it I am cast,
Thinking that you'll one day come,
And we'll be together at last.
Often my thoughts wonder,
But always come back to you,
And when I get distracted say,
Dear heart be constant, be true.
And so true to you I am,
True to the hope you'll come,
True to the thought of our
Married souls, our hearts beating as one.
Poetry~just Me~MY HEART
written by: Jennifer Swerdon
words can not express how i feel
somethings in this life just don’t seem real
passion and heartache are part of my life
sometime all i end up with is strife
i fall in love so very fast
and ever time it just don’t last
of all the problems i have faced
love is the only one i must taste
i have been used and abused
and very much bruised
still in this life, love i do choose
in the end it may fail apart
but still i will give up my heart
and I choose to give my heart to you!
An unspoken silence
Time will fade so unbelievably fast
like a tornado twisting and turning
destruction at last.
Bodies envisioned
memories retraced
hearts imprisoned
chances erased.
Conversations well versed
hearts then misplaced
agony has risen
love now cursed.
In the moment of time
there is an unspoken silence
an electricity of emotion
even triggered by violence.
Honesty~ Written by Jennifer
Something ain't
PoetryWhy do i feel this way? I am lost inside. No one to turn to. I know that people care but i feel like they don't.
Why do i feel this way? Trapped in the unknown. No where to hide. Can you help me?
Why do i feel this way? Everyone with there back to me. No ones face do i see. Do they care? I dont think so.
Why do i feel this way? Left alone in this cold dark room. No candle for light and no fire for heat. Cold, lonely, and scared.
Why do i feel this way? Looking for the answers in this big empty world. Hoping to find the will to go on. Will i ever find the life i so long for?
Why do i feel this way? Please tell me why do i feel this way?
Most days I wish I was dead.
You wouldn't understand even if you were in my head.
Life is no game.
I feel like its always me that they blame.
Sure many a mistakes I have made.
But I don't think this is how I should be repaid.
Why is life so hard do you know?
Maybe I should just end it, maybe I should go.
Welcome t
Poetic Mind Of Johnny ChimpoWords cannot express my love for you
So pure, so wonderful and so true
Words cannot explain
My undying pain
The pain I feel when we're apart
Like a piece is missing from my heart
But there's something you should know before I go on
I'm really a flesh eating mutant monkey man from the planet Gorgon Haiku I know, I know. Everyone is real impressed with my poetic prowess. So here ya go. An original Haiku from yours truly. Now now, please save your applause until the very end.
LSD leads you
To see a cow in a tree
Saying Moo moo moo
PoetryAlot of people say that
They would rather die
Than live without the
Love of their life
Yet in all reality no one
Is worth killing yourself
Over
Is it ok to miss,love,
And even hurt once
You have lost someone
If you want to die that
Bad why not wait till
It is your time or turn
Instead of killing yourself
When you are truly loved
By other people even if
It is just your family
And friends. Your love is like the, embrace of a crisp breeze
Of air on a hot summers day
Your voice is like an, army of angels singing
A lovely harmonious ballad
Your words are pure and true
Like the nobility of a woman in love
Your heart is giving so
Easily and free like the dew
Falling over you and me.
You are like a birds feathers
So beautiful and new
Knowing that everyone will have
Their eyes all on you
You make it hard for a, man to choose between
His heart or his pure
Instinct feelings for you
You are one of my truest
Of friends I respect you
Voice
PoetryWhat once was light is now only shadow. Life is no longer joyous as it was in days gone by. As I stare out the window at the rain falling softly, I can only wonder when my desire will come back. When he will come back.
If I stare hard enough, long enough, I can see a figure on horseback coming down the lane. My lover rides to me on a steed black as raven's wings. As I run through the rain, my lover collects me up into his arms and away we fly to our place of secrets and passions. The pace of the beast below us is a mimicry of our past intimacies, the draw and thrust powerful under our bodies, reminding us of past experiences in each other's arms. The horse slows as we near our destiny, instinctively knowing that we want to arrive quietly, relishing the moment, remembering every breath, every sigh.
As I waken on a quickened breath, I can feel my rain-drenched skin against the rough, dry sheets of the bed on which I lay. I smile, running my hands through my sodden hair, knowing tha
Poetry Reading #1It is a thin line on which we tread,
with our bullet-proof hearts open.
Seldom do we see the attack at hand,
that leaves our paper thin lives so broken.
The weight of the world is pressing down
I can feel it breaking my spine.
So now upon the wrist of the world
I cut along the dotted line. I know you but by pictures,
just what you want me to know.
We've never even talked,
but what is conversation with a faceless person?
You know me as the same,
the pictures and blogs and
anything else I choose to show you.
We are the same, you and I,
and I doubt you even know
that I want you.
You may hear in my song,
or read in my poem
these feelings and thoughts
that torment me.
There is no cure
for unrequited love,
just a pain that sings over us all
untill we curl up in the corner
waiting for the end to come,
and our lives to finally be!
No! I will not be just another statistic,
I will not be another casualty
in the war against ourse
Poetry I Have Been Working OnJealousy... I'm sure you've seen
How it takes the "sweet" and makes them "mean."
Take me for example... you'll never see
A woman any nicer than me.
But once those ladies come around
And looks my man up and down...
What happens next is a big surprise:
You'll see little daggers in my eyes.
And while they think me sweet and wise,
I'm quietly planning their demise.
We mention families and talk about roots,
While I secretly measure for concrete boots.
Decorating! Which of you has the flair?
Have you tried out my comfy electric chair?
Over there on the left... one of them winks.
Some "sleeping powder" falls into her drink.
Who's that over there standing by his side?
She looks like she might want to take a ride.
Her car really looks like it can Zoom...
When she turns the key, though... one loud "BOOM"
I'm glad this is all just in my head.
I really wouldn't wish anyone dead.
I'll stay as sweet as I can be...
Jealousy won't get the best of me. A tear rolls down
(poetry) Sorrow Struck SunshineShe lies awake contemplating what a difference it would create to be happy..
For one solitary moment to smile a truth that shines through the clouds and hear the words all too sappy..
To walk into her home after stopping on the side of the road to sob and find the single stemmed rose and a heart filled note..
Yet reality strikes hard and her eyes fill with tears falling to her sadness soaked pillow..
Still thinking what it would be like sitting not alone holding true love deep in her arms under the wind swaying willow..
Sometimes to be lonely is a burden when days on end dreams always fall short..
Of reality within these beautiful eyes her wanting proof inside her heart she will have to sort..
PoetryIt Was You
By Scot Wing
Dreams are but a reflection of the soul
A picture of the innermost fires of our minds
A place that puts reality into our darkest secrets
And my dreams are of you.
In the stillness of the dark night
As I lay, alone, a corpse in time
The visions, the dancing lights, the angel of sleep
Arrives to carry me gently away
It is your face that I see before me
Eyes afire lips pursed into eternal whisper
Such sweet voice singing glorious song
It is your warm lips and gentle touch
That sends shivers to the very core of my soul
That speeds my heart and stills my breath
It is you that wakes me in the dark night
With shuddering gasp blended with deep sigh
Your name is upon my lips, to you my arms reach out
Then slowly, as sad and heavy eyes open
I look around at the quiet room
Salty dewdrops burn stains on my cheek
As alone I lie back down
to dream again.
The Spring
By Scot Wing
I was down at the river
PoetryOnly For The Day
If God would grant me one wish I’d pray;
The chance to hold you in my arms,
If only for the day.
We’d walk along life’s long highway
Sharing all our hopes and dreams
Arm in arm we’d fall in love
If only for the day.
I’d take your hand and kiss your lips
Chasing all your doubts away
Begging God to forget
I asked only for the day.
I’d take you places you’ve never been
hoping that you’d stay
Racing time and loving life
If only for the day.
As time grows short
We hold on tight as we say
God let us be together soon
If only for the day.
Our time has come to say goodbye
And if we have our way
God will bring us back together
If only for the day.
PoetryIn a starry sky I call out for you, hoping you hear my prayer,
Hoping your staring at the same celestial sky,
Wanting to feel you there.
Dreaming of a new life, I see a falling star,
I close my eyes and make my wish,
That distance wasn't so far.
I pray that angel wings will carry you,
As I wait with my arms wide open,
Until then I'll hold you in a special place in my heart,
Until we can be together again.
I know that love will bind us together,
In a circle that has no end,
Until that circle is completed to a heart,
I will wait for my life to begin.
PoetryCan't get you outta my mind...
Been wantin' to taste...
Just a lil' bit...
Nites of sexual dreams haunt me...
Wantin' me to want you....
To taste every ounce of your juices....
I ain't used to this...these games you play.....
Sendin' mixed signals...whatcha waitin' for???..
Me to make the first move???
That's cool...but you ain't gonna play me the fool...
Have me all worked up...then sike!!!
Blue balls for the rest of the night...
Blinded by lust to touch the panty line on sly..
Hopin' to run my finger across ya lips....
Ya clit...dances happly around my finger tips...
Oh shit!!! Was that piss??? I ain't no R. Kelly!!!
Whew...You just squirtin'
Thought it was a golden shower fa sho...
It's been a quarter hour....back arched to give me the go...
To pull the panties off to the flo....
Grabbin your hips closer to my face...
Tongue kissin' ya clit...
Fingers still deep inside you...."G" spot be the root of all evil???
Not tonight...I'm workin' for a sequel...
Bett
PoetryHere I lay, beat, battered and broken
Because of a woman, so softly spoken
She worked so deftly to gain entrance into my heart
Then dashed in on the ground into countless shards
A warning my brothers this day do I give
Never trust a woman with this the most presous of gifts
She’ll “love” you for a while till she’s grown bored
Then throw you away.
So leave your lust at the door when women are concerned
They will leave you to rot once your trust they’ve earned
So this day I pick up the pieces of my heart
Spend day after day putting it back together
This time I surround it in stone and it grows cold
For I’ll never trust another either beautiful or bold
I’ve cut myself off from love and from lust
For by doing this I’ll never have to trust
Never again to bear the pain of a woman
My heart tucked safely away from there touch and torture
And myself I will keep as the only one with access to it.
Women are wonderful toys, if you keep them as such
But never let them get
Poeta : SonnetsSign of a Dying Empire
A sign of a dying empire:
When conscripts are made of men
who believed themselves to be free,
the State is in decay. For when,
in pursuit of glory and empire,
the unwilling are made to die
for ends acclaimed by Leaders
who embellish with words on high,
the Spirit has left the Nation
and it's soul is barren and dry.
Such Empire is doomed to failure
for Adventure has it's course,
leaving for future generations
an archaeological corpse. Ghost
I am a ghost,
I am invisible in crowds.
Even in the smallest,
I become something unseen.
But if you look close,
If your eye deigns to see,
You’ll notice something not right
About this ghost that is me.
There is something disturbing
That you just can’t pinpoint.;
I stand out, focused,
In a world that’s a blur,
An intense ray of focus,
In a word that’s a blur.
Blindness
Let blindness gather darkness -
Let blindness be your light -
In darkened halls
Or Psyche’s street,
Let t
Poeta : RondeauInvisible Coffins
Invisible coffins covered up by night,
Draped in a flag and then hidden from sight
As if they were shameful and best kept unseen.
No cameras are allowed to witness the scene
As they disembark from their final flight.
So many stars and they all burned so bright,
Lost to a limbo of terror and fright.
Is this what's left of the American dream?
____________________Invisible coffins?
Something is wrong here; there's something not right.
How can we honor those who died in this fight
When their bodies are brought back behind a screen?
What is the lifespan of a lie so obscene
That our dead can't be exposed to the light?
____________________Invisible coffins! We Are Rock Hounds!
(for the rock and mineral club to which I belong)
We are Rock Hounds, the shapers of stone, petrified wood and calcified bone; rich amethyst and azurite, opals and agates and corpolite; all of the treasures this earth has sewn. Digging through tombs like thieves of reknown,
Poeta : BalladeBush’s Dead
Fresh from the theft of an election
And Bush’s appointed ascendancy,
Paid for with cold cash contributions
From corporate Villains of Industry
The Hawks of the Republican party
Manipulate their figurehead
And took advantage of catastrophe
These are the legions of Bush’s Dead.
In contempt of the Constitution,
A patriotic homeland tyranny
Was forced down the throat of the nation
And dissent was labeled as treachery
Now there’s economic uncertainty
For the coffers have been fully bled
With Congressional culpability
These are the legions of Bush’s Dead.
In a shameful State of the Union
Playing on fears of security
Lies were served as justification
To ensure a war’s popularity
But when the bill came due the wealthy
With their tax breaks and bellies well fed
Passed the price of the feast to the hungry
These are the legions of Bush’s Dead.
Heed well the lessons of this history
For leaded American crude runs red
From the veins of our precious
Poeta : SestinasEver since mankind has lived on this globe,
we have amused ourselves with endless wars.
From the days of wandering tribes without aim,
we have engaged in this practice without end.
It has served to define each new century
and given purpose to the rising kingdoms.
We have witnessed the rise of mighty kingdoms
and of men who would conquer the globe.
We have sold our sons to that slave-master War
with the hope that our blind and greedy aims
will justify themselves and our means to that end
over so many long and tired centuries.
From the Renaissance to the Nineteenth Century,
the world has shifted under the weight of Kingdoms
and Great Powers. Empires spanned the globe
and tore it asunder with endless wars
and conquests. When Princip took his fatal aim,
the Age of Caesars had come to an end.
And though it was heralded as the war to end
all wars, it heralded only the Twentieth Century,
wherein ideologies swept aside kingdoms
in a mad, blind race to c
Poeta : PantumHow Easy It Would Be
Oh, how easy it would be
to surrender myself complete
to something higher than me.
All I'd have to do is repent.
To surrender myself complete
to some fabled destiny,
all I'd have to do is repent
and then I would be set free.
To some fabled destiny,
all my treasures would be sent
and then I would be set free...
oh, imagine my conceit!
All my treasures would be sent
to purchase my immortal soul.
Oh, imagine my conceit...
as if that could make me whole.
To purchase my immortal soul,
all I'd have to do is repent.
As if that could make me whole,
as if that was covenant.
All I'd have to do is repent;
there's so much glory to extol!
As if that was covenant,
I'd be added to God's roll.
There's so much glory to extol,
oh where should I begin?
I'd be added to God's roll
and through the gates led in.
Oh where should I begin?
I'd behaved like such a fool...
and through the gates led in
by the guise of kind counsel.
I'd beha
Poeta : Rhyme RoyaleOccasional Lovers
I can see the advantages of being occasional lovers
Peace, respite and release at the long day’s end
someone to hold cold nights beneath the covers
or a moment of happiness with a knowing friend
with no thought of jealousy and no need to pretend.
And when dawn breaks, a burst of passion to ignite the day
then at night, when She’s fallen, we relax and we play.
Sun Tzu
The Art of War
Essentials
Chapter 1
The Keys of Strategy
Pay heed now to the Keys of Strategy
When preparing your estimation
For such will determine if victory
Is to be the fate of the Nation
Therefor develop situations
And act upon them in accordance
If you wish to control the balance
LUCIFER
(an Acrostic Rhyme Royale)
Look to the east for the Morning star
Under the velvet wraps of ancient night
Crowned in the glory from lands afar
In the myths and legends of Roman might
For the Morning Star brings forth a light
Enfolding the spheres in gentle caress
Radi
Poeta : AlphabetThermopylae
(utilizing, in order, a Burns Stanza, Envelope Sestet, Rime Couee', Stave of Six and a simple couplet)
Arms raised high in the morning sky
Borne by those who are doomed to die
Calling up to their Gods on high
“Do us honor
E’er Death claims us,” rose up their cry
“For our valor”
Go tell their cities that they fought well
Heroes on the beach they made their stand
In battle fierce Sparta’s blood flowed
Judge the brave for the strength they showed
King Leonidas and his chosen bands
Lacedeamons at the Gates of Hell
Many a man there met his fate
Ne’er a host ever fought so great
On fields far from home
Phalanxes formed at the Hot Gates
Quiet now lie in peaceful state
Resting scattered bones
Spears thrust deep through mortal skin
Three hundred heroes died that day
Under Persia’s hundred thousand men
Victorious at Thermopylae
When the fighting at last was done
Xerxes army the battle had won
Yonder on Olympus Mount
Zeus recalled the body count
Poeta : TrioletHeights Heavenly Attained
Perform a slow, beautiful dive
from heights heavenly attained.
A swan song for a heart alive,
a sweet, gentle, beautiful dive.
Release yourself into a glide
and let your soul be not restrained.
Perform a slow, beautiful dive
from heights heavenly attained. Fade this moment forgotten
As if it were but a dream
This world is all but rotten
And is best left forgotten
By those who are begotten
To suffer this mortal stream
Oh, we are the forgotten
Inheritors of this dream Fragments
Fragments of words I once thought I knew;
Remnants of a past now far removed.
The line between the Perceived and True
Blurs and clouds, distorting what I knew.
Tell me, tell me, has this happened to you?
Has any secret to you been proved
To be something else from what you knew
Once all of the truth had been removed?
Poeta : Signature WorkMemoirs of an Analog Kid
act 1
A boy runs through a field unfettered,
wild eyed and free,
Racing through the tall grass,
chasing Destiny.
His heart, it burns with dreams, he yearns -
and sheds lonely tear,
for that aching presence calling him
across these golden years.
The warm, late summer sun shines down,
bathing all in sight;
aided by a gentle breeze,
the boy’s reckless flight,
carries him on far beyond
this summer afternoon,
to a place in memory
forgotten all too soon.
This boy of twelve long summers
starts to sing a sacred song,
echoed by the voices
of those who don’t belong.
Expectant pause, a righteous cause,
his heart begins to beat,
as he tears off through that valley,
his feet winged and fleet.
Coming at last to a sacred place
from the golden dawn of youth,
to a place he’ll always cherish,
to find elusive truth.
With time to kill on a rolling hill,
beneath a clear blue sky,
to lie with arms behind his head
and
Poetry (written By Me And Copy Written)It was eight years ago today,
that you blew my mind away
I love you and I care
I will always be there.
I never knew I could
love someone as much as I love you.
I thank God that I finally found
my one true love.
I found it in you
I count my lucky stars
each and everyday,
That you came my way,
I love you more everyday.
I'm glad Your in my life
I can't wait to be your wife.
I want to spend the rest
of my life in the arms,
of the man I just can't get enough of
and love more then life itself.
I love you, I truly do
I can't wait to say i do.
So I can be your wife
and spend the rest of my life,
In the arms of the man I love and truly
adore.
Our love is strong and true,
nothing compares to the
way I feel about you
Not anything in the world
could ever compare to way
I love you.
PoetryI'm lost and cannot find my way.
I get worse at the passing of each day.
People look at me dead in my eyes and do not care.
I look back at them and think while we stare.
Don't they realize I'm the result of their error and their joy.
These people believe what is done is done and leave me as a young boy.
They do not help me release the full potential within me.
They look at me and what will happen and think that's the way it's suppose to be.
The people leave me as a deprived and lonely thing,
And in all this world of hurt and pain, I still find one who will sing.
I will look familiar, yet different with nothing fancy, not even lace.
I say I'm the child you never had, and you yell that it can not be.
I'm filled with hurt and pain and things that I can not admit,
But the time to change me is here and will come only if you commit.
You can fix me because I'm not fully grown.
You can help me, or still leave me on my own.
I'm your nightmare and dream all wrapped up into one.
PoetryHarsh words & violent blows
Hidden secrets nobody knows
Eyes are open, hands are fisted
Deep inside I'm warped & twisted
So many tricks & so many lies
Too many whens & too many whys
Nobody's special, nobody's gifted
I'm just me, warped & twisted
Sleeping awake & choking on a dream
Listening loudly to a silent scream
Call my mind, the number's unlisted
Lost in someone so warped & twisted
On my knees, alive but dead
Look at the invisible blood I've bled
I'm not gone, my mind has drifted
Don't expect much, I'm warped & twisted
Burnt out, wasted, empty, & hollow
Today's just yesterday's tomorrow
The sun died out, the ashes sifted
I'm still here, warped & twisted Surrounded
By four cushioned walls.
What is this place?
Why am I here?
There is so much
Pressure on my chest,
I can’t move my arms,
All I can do is
Sit here rocking,
Back and forth
Listening to the voices.
Can you hear them?
Or is it just me?
They are telling me
To kill, stab and
Rip you open!
PoetryOne Wish
If I were granted any wish, I'll tell you what I'd do,...
I'd wish my kids were small again,
for just a month or two;
To hear their squeals of laughter,
to watch them while they play,
And when they ask me to join in,
I'd NOT say "Not Today".
To jug again their chubby frame,
to kiss away their tears,
and cherish childhood innocence
that's washed away the years;
Then when it's story time again,
I'd stay a little longer;
to answer questions, sing the songs,
so memories would be stronger,
But time is callous, wishes, myths,
yet God in all his wisdom,
Has given me another chance before I join his kingdom;
The face may not be just the same,
the name is changed, ' tis true,
But yet the smile that radiates, reminds me so of you.
God must have known that Grandma
would need a chance or two.
For many little happy things she hadn't time to do;
So God gave Love to Grandmas to equal that before,
That, in effect, embraces those little lives she bore.
Hiroshi
Poetry!I’d give anything to see the sun set on the horizon,
I’d do anything to gaze at a full moon in the night sky;
Even a rainbow would make me smile,
And I’d love to swim in crystal clear waters
Of an untouched sea;
Sometimes I’ll see a shooting star,
And try to gaze from afar,
All the diamonds in the night sky;
The mist on the mountains is breathtaking,
As is walking in rainforest;
To see cascading waterfalls I’d do anything for,
As to stand on the highest peak in the world,
And look at the sights below;
I’d love to soar on wings above the clouds,
Across the bluest skies;
I’d do anything to see
All the beautiful things in the world,
Like a red rose blooming in the Sahara,
Like a river twisting through a dusty land,
All the beautiful things in the world;
But I also know I am looking at
The world’s most beautiful creation,
Every time you smile,
And every time I look into your eyes. Hold my hand through it all
I'll lend you a shoulder to cry o
And a hand to
Poeta : Rondeau RedoubleDesire
Dice your desires up into bite-sized bits.Dine on desire, the sweetened loaf of dreams.Dive into desire with a reckless bliss.Dire, this desire; it threatens to choke me!Price your pleasures, your faith and belief.Vice is the sanction of succulent sin.Entice your passions with hope of relief.Dice your desires up into ite sized-bits.Combine in my mind the ingredients;Divine in conception a passion theme.Mine is the hunger of the innocents.Dine on desire, the sweetened loaf of dreams.I've had enough! I'm bursting at the seams!Strive as I might, it remains hit and miss.Alive, I witness miraculous scenes.Dive into desire with a reckless bliss.Conspire now to consume my innocence.Empire, my world of words and poetry.Pyre, oh pyre, consume these passions intense!Dire, this desire, it threatens to choke me!It's hit or miss on the roll of the dice;Relief in the feast as you deign to dineOn the theme of dreams into which you dive.Intense innocence betrays passions dire...
Poeta : ChokaShapers of the Realm (Inspirations)
(utilizing the rhyme scheme of a Luc-Bat)
What part is madness?
What part the genius of Man,
Expressed best it can?
And what part insanity?
What part the poppy,
The milk of honey and sin?
(let the dreams begin!)
Or the fungus in the grain
affecting the brain?
What stress and what strain torments?
What is Heaven sent
and what is Hell bent or worse?
A soul grown too coarse.
Perhaps the converse is so...
How is one to know
that what is is so for sure?
Delusions de jure!
Does anything pure survive?
Anything alive?
What gives forth the drive to see
through reality,
beyond misery and strife?
To cut like a knife
the meaning of life in two,
looking for what's true...
A way to construe this mess,
a way to see through to bliss.
Prophets and Madmen,
Philosophers and Poets,
Shapers of the Realm;
What their inspirations be
and just how the world they see? Resolution
Scene: An argument
between two sides of a coin;
Po
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Poetry StuffsI get asked quite often what makes me so bitter towards humans. While I am a misanthrope, I can attest that there is about 10 % of me that isn't. What has recently irked me, however, is a conversation with one person that told me that "we" as humans are the highest thinkers out there, and if its not for "our" superior intellect, the planet would be a complete mess. The issue I had with was a "we" statement. I don't believe in humanity being a superior for of life, but in a handful individuals out there that made it possible for us to function. "we" did not invent the wheel, it was one smart fucker that did. Galilei and Copernicus were both chastised by the church for saying that the Earth rotated around the Sun. It was a handful of people like Marie Curie which lost her life in the name of discovering radiation to cure people, Louis Pasteur that came up with various vaccines to heal people, and others. While there are numerous names of people that have dramatically contribute
Poetry I WroteHow do you know its love?
Is it when your thoughts are always on them?
Yet you lose the ability to think when they are around?
The need and desire to make them happy?
To do everything possible to never let them down
Is it the way they make you feel?
Or the fact that when they are near,
You could not imagine a better place to be
Then in thier arms
Looking into thier eyes
And seeing the love reflected back at you
Knowing there is no greater feeling in the world. When i first met you
you seemed like a dream come true
but that dream has turned into
A nightmare
One i wake every day to
Shattered dreams and
Broken promises
Are all i have left to show
Of this thing i thought was love
Now i dont know any more
If it really was you wouldnt
Treat me this way
You would be thoughtful and kind
Considerate and caring,
I guess its to much to hope for you
To be that way,
Do you think i am blind?
That i dont see?
the coldhearted way you treat me,
behind m
Poetry My bike is my bitch & I love her to death.she's broken my bones & knocked out my breath. Her paint tells a story & every dent is well known.As I ride down the highway you can hear my bitch moan. 95 MPH. one more gear left to try,straigt down the highway past a cop do I fly.Cheries a flash'n his siren now wails,try'n his damndest to catch me ,, I laugh as he fails. My bike is my bitchI love her it's true, when I poped that last gear I hit 152 !From miles away you can her still hear her scream,I'm tell'n ya Bro my Bitch is MEAN!! When stars arise
The moonlight shines
soft upon my Love
A soft wind strains
As dark clouds rain
Soft upon my Love
Flowers grow
Thier face to show
Soft upon my Love
Sweet words I speak
Her ears to greet
Soft upon my Love
Gentel Kiss I place
On upturned face
Soft upon my Love
On beating heart
Shes left her mark
soft upon my Love
PoetryBegone ye screams of silence
harbingers of pain
Cloaked in isolation
you mock in harsh disdain
My soul is torn asunder
I curse you God of Hell
as you pierced my tortured soul
what horrors I befell
You spoke of quiet solitude
to tempt me to your lair
then lanced me in my troubled heart
to depths of deep despair
Nemisis, I beg of thee
rise up in righteous ire
protect me from Persephone
from Hell's eternal fire
with all my voice I scream to you
protect me from the night
Alas in forlorn desperation
I journey to the light
Banished to mind's coventry
I heed the demon's call
beckoned by the silent screams
I entered Dante's hall I usually don't believe in love at first sight,
but when I saw you, you changed me that night.
You rearranged the heavens and sorted out the stars,
then you asked me, "Can we go out to my car?"
I believed you and took your hand,
You walked me out there, we sat in your van.
You tied my hands and spread my legs far,
I can't believe I trusted
Poetry That Came My WayThis delightful take on awakening was sent in a profile comment to me, this morning,
by "darkness personified", of Malaysia.
She wrote it, too! Marvelous!
kissed by the morning sun...i awoke...
tickled by it's golden rays running amok...
hazy flecks...sashaying in it's glare...
the hands of time...stopped and stared...
lazily i stretched...and french kissed the breeze...
frolicking amongst the billows of the curtains with ease...
playing hide and seek...with my waking eyes...
the mischievous smile...widening in style...
turning...i pressed upon the satin sheet...
like a lover's skin...silky and sweet...
i pressed my face...into it's fragrance...
and fell into it's cool embrace...
blowing the lock of hair from my face...
watched as it twirled and fell with grace...
inhaling deeply...i breathed the beauty in...
felt the butterflies fluttering within...
such a sensual feeling...i deduced...
and i kissed the sun back...amused...
________________
"Darkness per
PoetryJealousy... I'm sure you've seen
How it takes the "sweet" and makes them "mean."
Take me for example... you'll never see
A woman any nicer than me.
But once those ladies come around
And look my man up and down...
What happens next is a big surprise:
You'll see little daggers in my eyes.
And while they think me sweet and wise,
I'm quietly planning their demise.
We mention families and talk about roots,
While I secretly measure for concrete boots.
Decorating! Which of you has the flair?
Have you tried out my comfy electric chair?
Over there on the left... one of them winks.
Some "sleeping powder" falls into her drink.
Who's that over there standing by his side?
She looks like she might want to take a ride.
Her car really looks like it can Zoom...
When she turns the key, though... one loud "BOOM"
I'm glad this is all just in my head.
I really wouldn't wish anyone dead.
I'll stay as sweet as I can be...
Jealousy won't get the best of me.
PoetryFirmly ensconced in my solitude
Thumbing my nose at the lovers
As they pass by my walls
Smiling, laughing, and touching one another
I prefer my isolation, and its echoing darkness
At least my safety is assured
For no love Ive known can bring me
From where Ive been interred
Eyes that lit up my nights
Smiles that melted the ice inside
Her mere mention would set me alight
And Ill never make her mine
You alone have held the power to move
Me out of my shell and over these walls
Kicking and screaming I fought to stay
Locked in my tower where sunlight never fals
Your beauty alone had scattered the clouds
Smiling, I felt the suns warmth on my face
Eerily familiar, though tragicly distant
Like a dream time had erased
So scurrying back from whence I came
My walls offer their shadowy embrace
As the sound of your laughter fades,
Silence echoes in its place
Poetry , Prose And Short Stories I Have WrittenDISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT A LOVEY DOVEY STORY THIS PROSE IS BASED ON REALITY THAT HAPPENED TO ME AT 15 YEARS OLD. HER REAL NAME IS GRACE LOPEZ AND HER NAME HAS BEEN BURNED DEEP WITHIN MY HEART AND SOUL. IF YOU HAVE NOT LOOKED DEEP WITHIN YOURSELF AND WALK THRU YOUR OWN DEMONS YOU MAY NOT WISH TO ENTER HERE. FOR BEYOND THESE DOORS ARE MY DEMONS THAT I LIVE AND FIGHT WITH EVERYDAY OF MY LIFE. IF YOU ARE PRONE TO DEPRESSION OR CANNOT FACE THE DARKNESS WITHIN YOURSELF THEN WALK AWAY NOW! IN THE LIGHT MANY THINGS ARE REVEAL AROUND US BUT WITHIN THE DARKNESS THE THINGS WITHIN US ARE REVEALED.
REQUEST: IF YOU DO NOT CHOOSE TO READ IT PLEASE DO NOT BOTHER RATING IT. COMMENTS ARE ALWAYS WELCOME.
TO THOSE WHO HAVE THE COURAGE TO WALK INTO THE MY DARKNESS AND SHARE THIS LITTLE BUT VERY IMPORTANT PIECE OF MYSELF. I AM ETERNALLY GRATEFUL TO YOU AND YOU HAVE MY BLESSINGS.
IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY FIRST CRUSH & LOVE
SHE TAUGHT THAT YOU CAN LOVE SOMEONE AND NOT ABUSE THAT LOVE EVEN THO YOU CANNO
Poetaryi sometimes write poems to help relax or when im down but what ever i feel i hope other can feel it too
as i lie here in dead of night
i think to my self of a relationship i like to have
wheather her hair be dark or light
dont mind if she is goth emo or even a chav
but as i dream of her face
and her heart is warm and loving and true
my true love is in gods grace
thats when i think of you
as i start so settle down to sleep
i start to think about this and that
but the truth is that your gone so i start to weep
and as i start to dream i say " i love you kat"
i would just like to say thank you for all the lovely gifts and for wishing me a happy birthday buy sadly i didnt have one as nearly all my forgotten about it only 3 out fo my family wished me a happy birthday by text messaging on my mobile phone and i got 2 birthday cards 1 from my little sister and another from my granmother and a can of larger for a birthday drink
not a card or a happy birthday from the per
PoetryOh darling wrap your arms around me tight,
Hide me from the blinding light,
Take this bleeding heart in your gentle hands,
Let it seep threw like grains of sand,
And let me feel your breathe taking embrace,
Let me caress your pale moon face,
Let me taste those tender lips,
Our souls in-twine with each precious drip,
Take me from this world so cold,
To forever rest in your longing hold. Sleep brings no joy to me,
Rememberance never dies,
My soul is given to mystery,
And lines in sighs.
Sleep brings no rest to me;
The shadows of the dead
My wakening eyes may never see
Surround my bed.
Sleep brings no hope to me,
In soundest sleep they come,
And with their doleful imag'ry
Deepen the gloom.
Sleep brings no strength to me,
No powered renewed to brave;
I only sail a wilder sea,
A darker wave.
Sleep brings no friend to me
To soothe and aid to bear;
They all gaze on, how scornfully,
And I despair.
Sleep brings no wish to fret
My har
Poetry Books And Poem TitlesHere is my version I Love This Bar by Tobey Keith
I Love Southern Dixie Lounge
We got owners,We got enforcers,Visitors and new members,We got greeters ,We got crazy djs, We got great country music.A fury dancing gremlin is a dj.Mmmm, I love Southern Dixie Lounge.We got too many cowboys,We got truckers,Dj Momma's top ten every Monday nights,There are NASCAR fans,We got live concerts,Firefighters and miltary people,No one really knows what is in the jello pit.Mmmm, I love Southern Dixie Lounge.ChorusI love Southern Dixie Lounge.It's filled with crazy people.Just being a member makes me even crazier.It is part of fubar.Come as you are.Mmmm, I love Southern Dixie Lounge.We've heard tongue tied djs,We a red request box,Blue collar workers and lots of rednecks.Married couples and a alot of flirting,The door of ours is really really fiesty.The guys love to see the girls shake it.Mmmm, I love Southern Dixie Lounge...Yes, we do.We are always there each other.We love our dysfunctional family.W
PoetryFrom the outside looking in
She appears to be the perfect
wife, mother, sister and friend
Always smiling, lending a helping hand
No one hears her cry or sees her tears
So tired of pretending life is perfect
when in fact she wants it all to end.
Poetry By MeOur undying act of painful ways
Our thoughts and words the same
Our memories and assorted moments
Held captive with an unknown force to blame
You've held the light, I could see
But blindness has a way,
Of finding hearts as lovers part
And leads them where it may.
Broken is a funny word
But then again pain is too
Returned, lost, stolen and given
So many times anew.
Resentful is the word of agony
It never lets you sleep
And is in your mind, heart, and body
As forever you shall keep.
Tracing back your familiar walk
Like an intoxicating dream
Wondering, fumbling, and juggling
The many steps between.
And then there are the moments
The ones you fear the most
Of casual occurrence and accidental meets
The game of who has become the lowest.
Analyzing the reason of,
The reason is absurd
Sometimes there is no answer
To your every spoken word
But that's the plan, the idea
That is put into our head
Of something bigger and better
Then we may be able
PoetryInsanity looms inside the looking glass. It's like a madness stuck on repeat, and I'm lost in the progression! I wonder, what's under the scar tissue? A rollercoaster I've rode too many times. Can I stomach one more go? Today, the black birds lied to me again, mocking me as the wind waged war with my face. All I look foward to is cancer. The cold taste of the grim reaper's porcelin lips. All this talk of the end; are we really pushed to oblivion? His hand is so close, at times I can see his thumbnail. The foot may bring luck, but beware of the hole! is this the dwelling of misfortune? The numbers now haunt me. The worst feeling from the most perfect melody. She gave me the perfect present, with a note that read, "It's yours, at my convience!" The letters drained into a pool of rubies. So close to completion of this creature I'm becoming. How will I handle the pain of burning wings? Smearing a grain of salt into the wound will act as my pain killer. She trembles from the quake, unaware
Poetry Challengecheeseburger poetry challenge
by LateNiteFantasy©
authors note: use the listed seven words and beat this fine and juicy poem.
patina
frontloader
gala
sassafras
cheeseburger
bonehead
favorite
Cheeseburger Challenger
Ah! Cheeseburger, my favorite.
Wayne's way, flipped not smashed.
Bonehead cooks always squeezing,
robbing life from the burger.
Or! Make a gala outdoor festivity.
Seared patina over sassafras embers.
Smash my burger, I'll kick your ass.
Juice laden fingers feed the frontloader.
Poetryopen your hand.
close your eyes.
here is my smile,
wrapped within lies.
open my mind.
take it all in.
here is my past,
covered in sin.
take this hand.
hold it in yours.
it never does rain,
but always pours.
kiss my mouth.
touch my face.
i've waited so long,
for this embrace.
my heart, it pounds.
your heart, it beats.
before it, we know
they're beating in synch.
each word you say,
reveals one tear.
I love you so much.
My darling. My dear. this is my poetry... all older stuff... it's typed from oldest stuff to newer... enjoy... or not.
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"my siren"
entering my dreams/her beautiful mouth sings/looks of a goddess/she's my siren/light freckled skin/eyes of the rain/two-tone hair/all dark clothes/she's my dark beauty/my siren/wings of the dark angel/a body of Marilyn/she sings into the night/she screams into the night/our mouths almost touch.my dark beauty/my siren.
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PoetryLife Liberty and The Pursuit of Happiness
The Rights that are innate to all mankind
Imposing your religion on those whom are different
Recreating the history we Fought to Create
The independence of a Nation we’ve said to be great
Fought for the right. The right to fight.
To say Oh No That’s Not Okay.
But you continue your evil ways anyway.
Began with a Pure Intention
Intention to Be Different and Free
Reaking Havoc upon a country
What is Different than The King had done to us?
Taxes and Factions that don’t give a fuck-
Men are created equal it says
paragraph two, line one.
The most important don’t you say?
You take equality away and spoil your wealth upon your friends.
Taking away our rights, the right to abolish an evil such as you.
We sit and wait, to cry one day, at what you do.
It’s too late to say But I’ve Tried.
We enable an evil never seen before.
Why are we not fighting our own war?
Standing up in more powerful w
PoetryHeaven is to be with an angel in the morning light
After loving her gently all through the night
Touching her softly, making sure she's really there
The feel of her skin and the scent of her fragrant hair
The sunlight steals in and sets her body aglow
Or is it his love he just doesn't know
He knows he loves his angel asleep on the sheets
Laying there so sweetly, he kisses her as she sleeps
Remembering the night making love by the firelight
Every thing had been perfect, divine and so right
Drunk on their sweet love more potent than wine
Their bodies entwined for the very first time
Yes, it was heaven to be in her arms last night
But more heavenly now in the soft morning light
Holding her close, feeling the beat of her heart
And knowing for them this only the start
- Me Have you ever really loved a woman?
I mean truly loved a woman?
Have you ever taken a long hard look?
At the woman that you say you love?
Have you?
Have you ever looked deep
PoetryThe perfect woman
Doesn’t fart
Like a trumpet sounding
But rather it is released
Like she’s gently sighing
The perfect woman
Doesn’t belch
Out the word Bulawayo
But rather releases it
Behind her hand delicate
The perfect woman
Doesn’t sweat
Or anything like as vulgar
If they overheat
The darlings just perspire
The perfect woman
Doesn’t swear
Only shit and maybe bloody
If they stub their toe
Its sod it or even buggeration
The perfect woman
Doesn’t exist
They fart and blame the cat
They belch and blame the food
They sweat and blame the change
They swear and blame the man
In me previous life well I was the wife of a farmer from Fogartys Creek. I was the type who did everything right: I was passive and placid and meek. There was nothin' to learn where he was concerned - just act as if he was a king (and keep sayin' 'no' when he fumbled below 'til I had me that little gold ring)......
How to Sex a Dinosaur
Tyrannosaurus rex
Has enormou
Poetic TidesI will from time to time come across poetic things that capture my mind and ears or streach my soul and heart to beyond the end of time.... I will place things I feel are poetic here or maybe I will get creative and write something for you all but you as my friends and family please feel free to chime in as well.... always love to hear the music of someone else poetic mind and soul
The Poetry I Will Never Write....This is a poem that I wrote. for a special someone. she know's who she is. I never write poetry, I always get writers block. and I cant ever think of anything to say so that it makes sense. I hope this does make sense. let me know what you think. please take into consideration, I never write poetry, and this is probably the first poem I've ever wrote. Comments are appreciated.
I wanna be there.
I wanna be there with you
There in your arms
when I'm with you nothing else matters
Nothing at all.
The feelings are strong
Stronger than before.
I wanna see you smile
As I walk through the door
I want to make you happy
I want to see you smile
but its really hard to do
when I'm farther than a mile
I wanna be with you
Every night and day
I'll be there soon
I'll be there to stay
I love you with all my heart
my love will never die
I hope that you can see it
as you look into my eyes
I promise I will be there
I just need a little
PoetryI used to cut.
I was depressed.
And then I found someone who loved me and actually cared.
And all of the pain just seemed to dissapear.
But something happened.
Words were said.
Someone tried to take him and now he's dead.
The razor from my shelf went missing, but to where?
I know not.
The bloodstains on the sheets, cannot be removed, but the blood was spilt from someone, unknown. The doorknob to the bathroom, will not open.
I push and shove it harder, trying to get it open, but it will not budge.
I try and look through the dresser drawer, for the missing key, but it is no where to be seen.
I run to the kitchen, looking for a knife, or anything else, that will allow me entry into the room, that I know is withholding the truth.
I find something and run back upstairs to the bathroom.
With the pick in the lock i turn the knob and slowly push the door open...
and there he is...
the blade that was once before in my hand, now lies on the floor, beside my dead love.
The blood
PoetryI want a man
A man all to myself
I will treat him as a king
He will be mine
Love only me
I will love him
We will
I want him Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the gray tomb-stone-
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy:
Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness-for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee- and their will
Shall overshadow thee: be still.
The night- tho' clear shall frown-
And the stars shall look not down,
From their high thrones in the heaven,
With light like Hope to mortals given-
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish-
Now are visions ne'er to vanish-
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more- like dew-drops from the grass.
The breeze- the breath of God- is still-
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy- shad
PoetryThe cold, dark, dank, deep recesses of my mind,
The abysmal black hole of my soul,
Something is lost in the translation of happiness,
Sorrow fills my senses,
A longing, a deep wanting,
Craving for something unseen,
No peace shall be found,
No relief, No warmth,
Nothing will ease the constant pain.
It is like something rain, rain, raining on you,
Reliving the everlasting nightmare,
No happy thoughts, just deep wretched blackness,
Everlasting hatred for this putrid stench of dreariness,
That lingers within you.
Until one day something brightens your life,
Making everything seem worthwhile,
And you know now only sunny days shall you have,
No more dreary shadows to darken your doorstep.
No more gloom to eviscerate your dreams,
And you know now all your dreams will come true.
Poeta : Open FormAlways
Always,
I feel always,
Beyond we fail to see.
The curtain obscures
And this we know.
But always,
Always,
It seems always,
We ignore the obvious.
We fool ourselves
To blindly believe.
And always,
Always,
It is always
Just below the surface.
What we know to be
Isn’t all it seems.
But always,
Always,
Sadly, always,
When the obvious is,
We turn as one to ignore
The precedents set before.
For always,
Always,
Forever always,
We are creatures of habit,
Our memories short
And our forgiveness long.
But always,
Always,
Ever always,
Circles go round.
We are what we are
And our fate we deserve
To claim,
Always. Cat
I am reminded of a cat
Tight
Graceful
A mane of platinum blond
Lithe
Feline
Taut muscles under golden skin
Rollin hips and sensuous lips
Piercing eyes
Soft sleek thighs
A golden cat
A dream
A queen
A Situational Comedy
We all eventually die within a series of episodes repeated too long,
Like Archie
Poeta : Tanka : WindowsAged enigmas
Even more bizarre now old
Still stalk our culture.
Too god-damned stubborn to die,
They refuse to fade away.
Sweet little baby,
Open up your eyes and see
This world around you
It is yours for the taking
I trust that you shall take care.
One cannot deny
the impact Religion has.
For just that reason,
secular societies
must accept all religions.
2-23-03
Poeta : Tanka : ReflectionsI cannot conform
I cannot run with the crowd
Crazy and confused
Certain sanity survives
When I put on my disguise
I am ready to
Be something different now
Than what I once was.
When I found myself asleep,
I started and clutched the wheel.
Ah, introspection
Who I am and why I’m here
Such pointless questions
I am here because I’m here
And I am because I am.
Poeta : Tanka : DoorsReflected glory
In the eyes of those I see
Serves to remind me
That all life’s little struggles
Makes heroes out of us all.
In this scary world,
at times one can fell sort of
insignificant.
So thank you, Mister Rogers,
for making me feel special.
3-3-03
(this is my eulogy for the man written when I heard he died) One war
That’s all we need
On this here planet Earth
To set us back a thousand years
Or more
Poeta : Tanka : On PoetaWhen a thought concise
manifests within my head,
so simple and sure,
measuring it would be a sin
if lines only made the count.
4-30-02 Put a simple thought,
expressed as best as you can,
down upon a page.
Try to capture its essence
in thirty-one syllables.
4-1-03 But what would they say
to words of abundant joy,
sunshine and flowers?
Would not this subject soon tire
beneath weighted metaphor?
4-26-03
Poeta : Tanka : Dreaming Of GirlsLong legged gazelles
and Nymphs of the forest wood
dancing through my dreams.
Inspired are these images
of Heaven before my eyes.
3-13-03 Bend over, pretty girl,
While I innocently watch,
Pretending I’m not.
A momentary pleasure
In an image to treasure.
Sensuously sweet
songs specifically sung;
Somewhere sirens sing -
superficial sensations -
sometimes sin seems so sublime.
5-28-03
Poeta : CinquainsHelen
a thousand ships
embarked on your succor
the fields of Troy bloodied for you
Beauty
Do I really want to know
All of the possible ways
Tomorrow could go?
Do I really want to know
Where all of these winds here blow?
To live
to spread your wings
for you must learn to soar
through the wasting dreams of youth
or die
Poeta : Short FormsI have no recollection at all
Of the world that I once forgot
Consider it lost
I have paid the cost
I accept the fate that I bought
(this is a style called "mad-song"...related to a limerick but the first line doesn't rhyme)
Could I have been mistaken about the nature of this dream?
I once saw the faint edge of Tomorrow flicker within my view.
I have long since come of age yet still I cannot quell my rage.
5-30-02 When your eyes sweep shut, no reflection remains of my soul
Let me take a look at you when the mirror again swings my way
Perhaps there was something there that I missed the first time around
5-25-02
PoetryToo much time has been wasted in the pursuit of happiness. Along the way there have been great people who have advanced my search. Then there are people that stink of misery. Of course what isn't initially noticed is what brand of misery it is. There is legit misery. Then there is self created misery.
The sufferers of this misery are those that I have an issue with.
I have met people who enjoy their own self inflicted misery so much that they wallow in it for sheer laziness. After all what would be the point of attempting to change?
There are people in my life who are miserable because they so embittered. The world owes them something and they will destroy any and all who come near them to get what they have coming to them. They never seem to see that what they have coming to them is the misery they have put out into the world.
The most disillusioned people are the liars and thieves. They are drowning in their own lies. They've told so many lies they begin to believe the
Poetry By SondraLove Abandoned
Through long days and nights of passion We loved with abandonment
Closer than two hearts have known Now I wonder where your love went.
All the time together was well spent Or was I all alone?
Too many lies and heartaches thrown, deception from you is all Ive known.
Too many other lovers but not enough love. All you give is pain.
I held out my heart and soul to you, now I try so hard to refrain.
Love is not a deception of the heart Meant to tear a world apart
It should make a heart happy Like your love did at the start.
Maybe I was wrong to love you But I love you anyway
I think I should just go Even though you say you want me to stay.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder or so they always say
Familiarity breeds contempt Now I see its really that way.
When did I become less than what Your heart and body needs? I Love You Still....
PoetryIf your nose wont blow.....
and your teeth hang low....
You got HIT by KNUCKLES!
If you punched RED'S door....
and you smacked the floor.....
You got HIT by KNUCKLES!
If we see you twitch.....
and your crying like a bitch....
You got HIT by KNUCKLES!
If you want to call....
and restart it all....
You gonna get FUCKED by KNUCKLES!!!!
My mind is full of thoughts
full of questions
full of memories
My eyes are fooled by the twinkle of your heart
fooled by the words you spoke
fooled by the smile on your face
My heart has been hurt by the one I adore
hurt by the lack of truth
hurt by the coldness of your shoulder
My soul no longer shines through my eyes
no longer gets me through the night
no longer be a guiding light
Your soul shines through your eyes
shines through your lies
shines through your hurt
Your heart has been hurt by the one you adored
hurt by the
Poetry (not By Me)She stands or sits in all her glory,
Overflowing, sexy abundance,
A vision of grace, charm and beauty,
The dynamo of lust, giv'n the chance.
Not a wall flower, ready to go,
Free to only someone really wise,
A hidden thrill only they will know,
Endless passion is not a surprise.
A magnificent sight when undressed,
She has it all and plenty to spare,
A vast expanse of quivering flesh,
Orgasmic delights, she'll take you there.
Sexy woman with meat on her bones,
"Too much is never enough", you'll moan. yes I have to look in the mirror every day.
i am fat. my mother says lose weight. my boss shows off her tiny waist and looooong legs.
you know, good catalogs like lands end and llbean
don't carry clothes in my size and fat lady clothes = harsh polyester tents, weird colors and fake jeans, full support. i'm not falling down!
and did you ever notice that the paper-doll models for the plus size clothing are always minus sized? my husband watches all the thin girls on tv.
Poetry
Eyes
If only I could see, The world that lies behind your eyes Then I could see who broke your heart Whose the one you mourn and shed a Trail of tears in lif¦ If only I could see, The world that lies behind your eyes I could kiss away the sorrow that's keeping You awake at night? Sheltering you out of the twilight of my Dreams, forbidding your Mind and spirit to merge and Dream with mine¦. If only I could see, The world that lies behind your eyes I could be there with you through the blissful times Thunderstorms and kiss your blues away, You're all I think and dream of, every minute of The day every step I take, I can't perform at work Loneliness seems to be my only friend but there's one good thought, You're always on my mind as I Imagine myself in your arms and in These eyes¦ If only I could see, The world that lies behind your eyes I drink your tears and heal your heart with every kiss Your heart would surrender, your fingers will Long to trace my lips, hands will yearn to Cares
PoetryI see your face,
I see your smile,
I look into your eyes,
And forget about what,
People think of me,
I lose all track of time,
Hell I even forget to rhyme,
If this is a wrong,
I'll do the time,
I can't let their words,
Effect what we've got,
It's just you and me baby.
I hear your voice,
Soft and sweet,
And nothing matters,
I just gotta do,
What I need to,
I want to be in your life,
I want to make you smile,
So don't forget,
It's just you and me baby. Neither pain,
Nor lack of sleep,
Can keep me down,
For I have something,
That wins against all odds,
Something that matters more,
Then my own personal gain,
Something that I can't afford to lose,
Something I can't live without,
And that something,
Is a special someone,
That special someone,
Is YOU. I wake up every morning,
Thinking that your here,
I try to find you,
I hear your voice,
I feel your touch,
But no matter what I do,
Your still gone.
I know we've been down this road before,
Baby I've c
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