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Poetry
It'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
Poetry
His Triumph Dark clouds falling from a dampened sky Tainted air around, constricting such purity Obscuring haze, concealing a distorted reality Crashing waves fall while silently illuminated Afflicted blood flowing through hollow veins Lifeless emotions seducing an empty eternity Such turmoil and strife led by a blinded touch Wearing crocodile tears as if honest sincerity Constant chastising words, corrupted deception A life taken in vain, blackened truth revealed Forsaken bloodlines reappear, alleging innocence Years retired nothing said, only ignored existence Today laid to rest unable to protest their profanity Tears of loyalty fall from emerald windows of pain Siblings of different wombs, bonded infinitely Whispers turn to silence, words sharply cutting deep Shame quickly searched each defiled heartís 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
Poetry
Poetry
We 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
Poetry
June 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
Poetry
Two 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
Poetry
The knot is there The hideous knot I canít 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 Iím 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
Poetry
Walk in the warmth of my presence Feel the innocense Here not to decay Bathed in dirty blood day after day Lost within what I say Wollow in the fear of dissaray Blinded in what I see Father please watch over me Never found my own way A dead past molded by clay Cant stand this confusion Taking from me this solution Left with only desperation Down to the bowels of hells cration Screaming and reaching outward Twisted thoughts of reason obserd Swim to the shore of salvation Demons twist and writhe in damnation Trying to destroy every living soul Bring them to the bell that tolls Running through paralis lies As my tortured soul dies Nothing left in the skies Only darkness through its eyes Staring through my soul When can I know Pressure beyond my means Spiritual presence now clear Take my pain out of here Cast away every existance Betray me not death is persistant Clear all thats torturing me Hel
Poetry
COPYRIGHT by AUTHOR and CIVITASDEI.US -riptide- The night ended with us cleaning up blood and a thousand sparkling shards of soiled glass. Tonight was a success, by all meansó I canít remember it. Iíve 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 dooró 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 nowó 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 wateró 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 Today
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 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
Poetry
Bonfire 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
Poetry
My eyes filled with sorrow, my heart an empty place, your touch, smile and beauty, can only fill that space, sometimes I think there's no reason, to live another day, then I think of you and my children, and it leaves that thought a stray, then in my mind you linger, and again I'm feeling sad, I never had a clue, being apart could hurt so bad, my soul is already taken, and you know it belongs to you, you're my life, you're my love, my heart belongs to you. The hands of fate have twisted again Altered the love I was to send She saw me with a different eye She waved as she left a tearful goodbye My feelings for her will go forever unseen To be hidden away like a forgotten dream She'll never know as I cloud my eyes I vow forever to keep this disguise I can never open my heart she can never see Exactly what she means to me I smile and wave as rain falls from above Now I know the meaning of unconditional love
Poetry
My 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 Ė within every word spoken- Those shy feelings fade & my heart opens As the beast, now has been named And my thoughts run untamed ONLY FOR YOU - - The one to adore And love even more The one to hold on to with a tight grip To grasp on firm and never let them slip The one to everlastingly treasure so profoundly That only somebody that compliments me so soundly CAN ONLY BE YOU Before we ever crossed paths, your destination was chosen From where I sat to what I looked at, time was easily frozen Time tricked me, or just gave me a slight opportunity It was a beautiful evening to dream of unity All details of one another going into place Everything step by step at a perfect pace However, I was new to your theory of reality Yet, I looked at everything with normality From then on you only gave me symbols That corresponds to y
Poetry
For life there is a new love, that new love will bring us hope, that hope will bring us a prayer, that prayer gives us god, God will give life again!!! If i was god , what would u have to say to me If I was an angel , would you ask if u needed me If I was your father , would you look me in the eye If I was your brother , would you sit with and cry These are a few of the things that some of us shun Be true to your heart and open your soul before life is done A day from work and not one call Just me and these here walls The silence is peaceful but no voice is heard It gets depressing and then i hear the birds The birds sing is enough to keep me sane But it is a womans voice, that I need to gain When is it my turn to get that somebody I need That one and only I have longed for ... call it greed But greedy I am not just love i seek I am tired of the liars cheaters and freaks So where is my beauty queen, my sweetheart Is she h
Poetry
This 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
Poetry
Lovely writing by my great long time friend~~one that I cherish and adore~~he has such a gift for writing~~ WHAT IF... There werenít 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 IFíS 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
Poetry
Time 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
Poetry
Sitting tryin to think, visions of you make me weep. Watching you hurting all alone, all i can do is be on the phone. Listening to you cry in my ear, wanting to hold you near . Not knowing where thing are going, yet the emotions are flowing. Wanting to be with you through it all, not wanting to watch you fall. Sometimes I still sit and cry. At night I lie and wonder why. He took you up to a new place, to share with him in his space. Although you are better now. I still don't understand how. You left without even a goodbye, now you know why I cry. My eyes still fill with tears, as I look on into the years. Your voice I can remember, though not always tender I know you loved us all, but my heart is still dull. Parents are forever true, because they will always love you. You might not see this as you go on, but you will when they are gone. It was a hot summer night The moon full and bright Your body surrounding mine I lost all track o
Poetry One
no i don't care what they think 'wrong' is such a matter or opinion i will do as i please pleasure is what makes life good no body shud b denied that eva neva don't take it personal no body owns nE body eva neva its about freedom and pleasure get it rite A madness of empty weariness grips my mind. I've little will to do anything. All desire is but faded shadows and it matters naught. I feel the depression descending upon me. Its work already done in the quiet hours, unsuspectingly, has taken from me the will to fight its insidious intrusion. Suicidal thoughts flirt with my consciousness, whispering sweet nothings of the end of suffering.
Poetry....
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
Poetry
TODAY~ How do I swallow all this pain when Iím drowning in tears? I cannot cry for fear my kids will see I am lost and alone I donít 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 canít clean out the ones on the inside Itís the same old tune I have to make sure everyone else is happy and content But I canít seem to do the same for me Tears flow now but I canít cry I have to much to do Dishes need to be washed and laundry folded Thereís 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 canít wrap your arms around thin air And there
Poetry
Soft and gentle is the look upon your face I want to hold you and protect you from this place I look into your eyes and get lost in trance such care and tenderness I see in you how can it be that those eyes could be so blue a sadness I wouldn't know how to speak as I kiss you the orbs they start to leak I tell you please don't cry I am here then you tell me thats why I am crying dear! hope you guys like it
Poetry
In 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
Poetry
In 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
Poetry
Don'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
Poetry
Love 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
Poetry
Murder 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
Poetry
Why 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
Poetry
by 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)
Poetry
A special thanks to the ones who keep in touch and have helped me through my time on Fubar. Luv ya and thanks guys...muahzzzzz Falling in love with you is one of the hardest things I've ever done. Some people find that strange, but then, they haven't been fighting their heart for years, relabling every feeling as "misguided" or worse. When I speak to you, I'm still waiting for the numbness that refuses to come. The other day when you left, my heart screamed a protest. Was it fake? I ask myself the question again, the same question I've been asking for all this time. The difficulty of the situation is made harder by the fact you want me too. How do I know? The smiles you give me, the phrases you choose, your eyes. I stare into your eyes and my heart jumps. I stare into your eyes and my head reels. We're best friends, but I think I'm in love with you, I'm convinced you're in love with me, but I can't be sure. I can't tell you my feelings, I can't hear
Poetry
Poetry..words Of Meaning In My Life.
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 Writings
THis 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
Poetry
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-- While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping--rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-- Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore-- For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-- Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrows never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-- Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-- Th
Poetry
The 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
Poetry
Fandom. It ruins everything beautiful and good. No...it doesn't ruin...it castrates. It dilutes it to the view of the public, by making it seem like something warm and fuzzy and soft. Then it's just another point of view, just another opinion. It's so gay. Fandom turns enthusiasm into near cultishness. Make it stop. It's what casts Angelina Jolie as Dagny Taggart. It's what makes people happily interested in hearing that Brad Pitt wants to play Howard Roark. These people DON'T live up to them! They're fictional characters, but they're possible...but THOSE people shouldn't portray them. I don't want the prettiest faces playing the greatest heroes... I want the BEST actors...I want the BEST people. Jolie goes against everything about Atlas Shrugged, and so does fucking Brad Pitt. Fuck him if he wants to play Roark, or Rearden, or Galt. He doesn't deserve it. And fuck Angelina Jolie. She's a stupid bitch. It's not fandom making me write this...just an intense...REAL
Poetry And Shit
Poetic Attempts
A glimmer of hope to know you care to know you want me to know you're there interest it comes and fades away nothing changes just the day it seems to be the way it goes a vicious cycle my heart knows I let go i have no hold waiting i am to be told we can be friends this is true but wasnt my hope when i kissed you the hand is open laid down by me i cant take more misery the flowers bloom refusing to die why must this make me cry? † 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
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God 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
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Oh come to me, my vibrant one Let me enrich your spirit and touch your soul. I want to please you See youÖ Taste youÖ. Touch youÖ But give me this one small thing- A glanceÖ A wordÖ A signÖ 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 Babble
you 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 Iíd rip my heart out and pour it into a glass jar if I thought youíd see it clearer. Better for you to see it and conceive it, than to believe me never. Follow this clever thought process, if not, Iíll 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, Iíll hook you up to an IV of pure emotion; so when I cry, you cry and together, thatís called devotion. A whole new love potion to set this world in motion, stirring up a commotion theyíve never seen before. Bu
Poetry
Fucked Up I gave you my heart, I gave you everything. And now I feel like you're drifting away. Avoiding me? Maybe. Not telling me something ... I think so. It hurts to think that you won't wait for me. It hurts to think that you're with someone else while I'm trapped here and chained to a wall so I can't be in your arms. Fuck, it hurts. Inside I'm sinking ... falling ... forever spiraling downward into a blackened void. Whips across my back, knives against my flesh, poison dripping down my throat. Fists against my face, blackening my ivory skin. I'm dying inside ... I'm falling. Will you catch me? Will you pick me up into your arms and kiss away the tears, brush my hair away from my face and trace my bruises and cuts with your fingers? Will you be there when I wake up from my coma? Will you save me? Will you? I close my eyes and all I can see are eyes that entrance my mind and heart, and a smile that melts my very soul. You pull me out of
Poetry
This is a 2nd poem I wrote for this person, enjoy! Though miles come between us, Youíre 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 donít 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
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Silk is the smoothness of your hair. Starwberries is the taste of your lips. Pure bliss is what you give me, when we are together. Cloudy skies is what I have when we are apart. You give me full health when I am near you. I am dead when I am away from your beautiful body and personality. I have the world when I hug you. I have nothing when I can't hold you in my arm's. Thomas Richard Dillbeck
Poetry
The 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 friendís 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 Left
one guy amazing kid everyone loves him i mean he had it all wit, smarts, looks, sense of humor, etc. and i was lucky enough to have been with him and supposdily he loved me which is a word i highly doubt ill ever use again offered me a ring we were just waitin to set a day but yea im young so just like everyone said it woudlnt work out it didnt and because i did one thing wrong i messed the whole fucking thing up i realized my mistake and gotten on my hands and knees and pleaded for your forgiveness and i would wake up every morning just so i could make a plan to see or talk to you but its all good youve moved on you have a new women while i sit and wait one word of advice for myself never fall for a guy you said for me to tell you thank you i said for what and you replied with a matter a fact kind of way "because i gave you your freedom" and i could have just said thank you to this gentlemen and been on my way but i felt all the fury inside burst and i said i fought
Poetry
My 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
Poetry
The full moon fills the woods with light The mother fox leaves her den The Raven's flight upon the night The wolf steals through the Glen The druid's grove filled with his might His staff raised high and then He calls forth the powers of the earth And the Faeries dance yet again Light to hear when nothing is said to see when all is dark it is not a puzzle for there are no edges with no edges there is no center there is only light Winter winds softly go Falling leaves so softly blow Into the piles they all must go These fallen leaves Piles of leaves fallen there Leaves who lived without a care And died so trees could slumber here These fallen leaves Bursting forth with freshest green Springtime dew a shimmering sheen Bright colors red and orange and then These fallen leaves And every one as happy as can be To bring life to their world of tree Their perfect place in the universe These fallen leaves
Poetry
simple hello you came in to my Life with a simple hello Was not looking for anything to start just wanting to chat with someone in open thought ... never did I think that the words we have shared would touch my heart the way that they did... the more we talk the more I get to know the man that you are the more I found myself looking forward to the next phone call, we are going to share... not sure where thing Might go Or what the In store for us Nor whats in my heart, just knowing I dont want it to stop written by norma c brooks -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sating Here wishing I had someone to call Mine Watching everyone one walking by hand In hand Yet Here I sat All Alone closing my eyes and dreaming Of the day when he walking to my Live and knowing with just a smile that he is the ONE opening My eyes and whispering to God WHAT AM I DO
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Surrounded By four cushioned walls. What is this place? Why am I here? There is so much Pressure on my chest, I canít 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 ďkill it, rip it open Feel its warm blood Dripping, dripping Down your arm!Ē 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.
Poetry
Your 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
Poetry
Since I was concieved by my mother it was by gods grace I live. It was him who would guide my feet and hold my hand so I could walk in the ways of his righteousness. But, somewhere along the way I stumbled and turn my back on my heavenly father. While I was out in the world he still showed me his loving grace. He let me go my way but always kept hie eyes on me where ever I went. During my life I tried to obtain things that were out of reach without his help and ended up doing things that made him frown down on me. I knew that god was watching me from his throne in heaven but it never concern me one bit. Until he deceided one day it was time for me to come back to him. He sits on his throne with his arms wide open to recieve me with loving and caring heart. I owe all that I am to god because of the love he has shown me through the years. Now I only live because it is "BY GODS GRACE." I crept into your dream last night although you didn't know. I was there,I kissed your eyes,your nose,y
Poetry
i dont know how to make this go away i dont know how to make this stop, i dont know how to hold up my hand. and in the end, i will cry myself to sleep, and no one will know. 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 Heart
I 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 Erotic
It really was a folly of youth, I should have been more careful. After this I always was. At 15 I heard the 2 words every teen dreads, The 17 year olds 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
Poetry
I 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
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I sit here on my bed Taking in the way I feel. I sit here wondering If you know at all. What I am thinking And how I feel inside. I'm dying to tell you To see if you feel the same. But I just can't find the words To say what I want to say. Emptiness fills my heart And I think of you. A deserted road leading to nowhere Is what I'm on. Stumbling over bumps of heartache, pain, happiness, and anger. Not knowing where to turn Surrounded by emotions. Thoughts of you all around Calling my name Words you said resounding in my head. Hitting my knees, I start to cry As I remember those moments you said goodbye. Now all alone on this deserted road Emptiness fills my heart And I think of you. You're everything I need All rolled into one. You always keep me smiling When my hope is gone. You are the one that I dream of. The one I want to be with. The one who I see me with As the days of my life go on. You see me in a different light Unlike anyone else. You le
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We 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'
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Cloaked 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.
Poetry
If 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 Thoughts
Soul. 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
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Everytime 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... _________________________________________ 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
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Goodnight 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
Poetry
I think he is my soul mate I say this because it is just remarkable that we are nearly the same person. He is a guy who although has his own favorite genre of music, still listens frequently and enjoys other types of music and from all generations. He gets frustrated about work and vents it out in one long breath. In happening, the person hearing it almost lives it or in fact has. He will sit there with phone in hand not saying a word and not necessarily expecting one either. Itís 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
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The 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
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Took 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. Sheís there Always in the back of your mind
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Your 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
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Sometimes the days never end - Other times they go too fast - Is there a time when we can catch a moment in our hand and never let it go? Memories.....those are the eternal moments, fragments of time, held fast in our minds - locked away in our hearts. Are those moments frozen in time when they are locked in our memory? Frozen, like people and places in a photograph? Does time actually stop and lock in those few precious seconds??? Are they floating around, in some parallel universe? ...A universe full of nothing but peoples memories mingling with each other to form new frozen moments for the next person to discover? I 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
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Meant To Be I have been in love beforebut nothing compares to thisyou've touched my heart and soulIn places others have always missed.There's so much peace and comfortyour whole being brings to meThis love is so complete†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
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Slender beams of illumination enter this darkened chamber as I kneel, always lost, always alone, frozen here, waiting. Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as dust dances in the air, forming an image in my mind, penetrating my exposed soul. A reflection on a deathless face. I raise my head, now embracing this oblivious darkness. Alone in Darkness the night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, lost are we. the understanding for which you sacrifice yourself flares once, then dies, devoured by your obsession. all hope must fail. Untitled Around, all around, the dark memories gather. My dread grows as the stroke of death falls against my naked soul. It wounds me, and darkly my essence drips to the wicked earth that is my prison. In a strange and terrible glee I beg forgiveness while the end of life takes my hand. Now alone, my soul falls upon howling eyes. This is because of you what you have done what have you wrought?
Poetic Justice
Long ago in endless time Somewhere in empty space The Gods gave substance to themselves And to this earthly place. Then the sons of the Gods chose the earth To carry on a fight That started in another place Between darkness and the light. Now the Arya were the sons of the Gods And order was their cause, For chaos cannot prosper In the light of Nature's laws. The Arya spread across the earth And taught the Folkish way, And for a time order reigned, But 'twas a short lived day. For darkness had a battle plan And an army all in place. 'Twas stealth and wealth and cunning In the hands of an alien race. The alien brought the darkness To every folkish land, Stole their wealth and heritage With usury's hidden hand. Purchased kings and fostered wars So kindred Folk were slain By those of selfsame kin and blood On every earthly plain. The alien taught the Arya That a Nation's not a Race, Nor culture, nor kin, nor heritage, Nor even similar face. A
Poetry
Ok 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 Collaborations
Destiny'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
Poetry
Emotions, to many to count all in my head screaming, yelling, and they all have questions. I have no answers. Iím just as confused as they come. Iím always wanting but never getting. Itís so close I can almost see it. ďNOĒ, they say. ďYou canít have it.Ē ďWhy?Ē I say. They turn away. ďWhy?Ē They donít look me in the eye. ďWhy?Ē I cry. Itís 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, whatís left of it anyway. ďItís mineĒ, I say. I give and I give. Whatís left? Whatís 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. ĒGive it backĒ, I say. Give i
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I was born in this infested pool of Hurt, Secrets, and Lies. Anger is over flowing with the Pain that was in flicked on them. This house is full of Little Dirty Secrets that no one dares to share. The Lies upon Lies that everyone has told to keep the Truth of the Hurt they feel are catching up to them. The Hurt from so long ago is so deep And is still so real. I try to swim in this very deep pool with my eyes closed shut drowning with all the years of Unresolved Hurt, Pain and Hate. But no one seems to see that these feelings and ways of thinking are passing on to their children. We Do Not See. We are caught in the middle with no relief in sight. Itís 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
Poetry
I 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
Poetry
When 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 donít 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
Poetry
whatever 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
Poetry
I 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.
Poetry
if anyone is interested im putting together a hottie folder. just send pics to my email fubar.com and happy hour too. where you meet alot of people and friends are always true. you can buy a friend a drink or send a friendly gift. your making people happy and help thier spirits lift. you can send a sexy comment or rate an awsome pic. you can help eachother level and move up pretty quick. you can make a friendly flirt or send a secret crush. or get chellendged to a private game its such an awsome ruch. the bible here at fubar will help you cruise along. so read the fubar bible and your sure to not go wrong. by boobiesmakemesmile jim ridge
Poetry
She'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
Poetry
i 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
Poetry
Its 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
Poetry
Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to witness before family and friends the exchange of solemn vows between (first and last name) and (first name) "WHO LOVES YA, BABY?" (last name). If there be any suspicious minds present in the audience doncha think it's time to speak now or never - their love won't wait. (First and last name), repeat after me: It only took one night to get stuck on you, and now my wish came true, you big hunka hunka burnin' love! I thought you were nothin' but a hound dog, cryin' all the time, but now I know you're my teddy bear 'cause tigers play too rough and lions ain't the kind you love enough. So kiss me quick and love me tender for I can't help falling in love with you. (First name) "WHO LOVES YA, BABY?" (last name), repeat after me: It took a hard headed woman to make me king of the whole wide world. I thought you were the devil in disguise but you turned out to be my puppet on a string. I use
Poetry
I 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
Poetry
Why did you lie? you bottled it all inside you said all we need is time now you've said goodbye my heart is torn apart it's lying on the floor you've broken my heart You've open the door I loved you so much I tried so hard but in the end Your heart was barred you left me with an empty heart now my world has fallen apart You say I don't love you the way you do me That I use you and I don't feel a thing but what you don't know is that If you wanted to you could break me you could murder me with just four words If you wanted to you could have me walking on air could have me pulling my hair.... Do you know? You say I love you you say you miss me You tell me each night you can't go on without me I want to belive you I want you to love me But I have been hurt once before A man came in and tore me apart Now, Im with you and I don't know where to start you say 'i love you' you say you care, but in the end, your not there You say you need me you t
Poetry
I 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. ============================================ There once was a time if I just closed my eye
Poetry/ Writings/ramblings By Our Fam
They are all lovely They are all grand The ones you cannot handle The ones that fit nicely in a hand All colors and shapes I really dont care I love all the boobies Maybe not the ones with hair... The boobies make me smile As they shimmy and shake Oh those wonderful boobies To this poem I dedicate... Muahh to my new boobielicious friends... Laugh a little Play a little Joke around a little Written for us by Witchie Woman :)
Poetry 2
Love is in the air All the maidens so fine and fair Hugging and loving you now and then kissing and cuddling forever and Loving you now more then ever Now is then and then is now Together forever with no doubt AS I LOOK DEEP INTO YOUR EYES. I SEE LOVE THAT MAKES ME FLY. YOUR TENDER KISSES ON MY LIPS. STRONG HANDS GRASPING MY HIPS. IN LOVING EMBRACE YOU HOLD ME NEAR, MAKING ME SMILE WITH NO FEAR. IN EACH OTHERS ARMS TOGETHER, MY LOVE FOR YOU ALWAYS AND FORVER. MY HEART BREAKS MORE AS EACH DAY GOES BY, HURTING SO BAD IT MAKES ME CRY. WANTING TO BE BY YOUR SIDE, I FEEL AS IF MY HANDS ARE TIED. YOUR MILES AWAY FROM ME, YET I FEEL WE ARE MEANT TO BE.
Poetry Mine And Others
Sky's Song My home is at W.O.L.F., yet it should not be. I'm cared for and loved here, but long to be free. The humans who made me not knowing what they do did not understand me or what I'm inclined to do. My spirit is wild, not to be contained, to run free, to play free to live my life naturally. Copyright ©1999 Lisa Ritter Cold was my soul.... Untold is the pain.... I faced when you left me.... A Rose in the rain.... Listening to the sounds of the night Crickets chirping while the wind whispers through the tall reeds. Feeling the moons glow on my face warming my soul in the chill of the night. Thrilling me with the desire for the hunt and churning my blood into a hot frenzy. Tilting back his head our leader calls us to become one and eagerly we obey. Romping and nipping each other in friendly greeting we wait for the action to begin. As the Lord Wolf steps off into the shadows of the night we fan out at his heels. Noses to the wind we search for the meal
Poetry
Poetry
Poetry In Motion
A 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'
Poetry
The 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
Poetry
IF I COULD LIVE IN A GREATER WAY IF I HAD WINGS TO SPREAD TO FLY AWAY I WOULD GO FAR SOMEWHERE I KNOW THERE'S ALWAYS A BETTER DAY IF I COULD FLY AWAY IF I COULD PROVE I COULD SOAR THROUGH THE SKY HIGH AS THE MOUNTAINS WAY UP HIGH I WOULD FLY AS GRACEFUL AS AN EAGLE OR OVER THE SEAS AS A GALIANT SEAGUL IF I COULD FLY AWAY IF THERE WERE NO TOMORROW TO LOOK FORWARD TO IF THERE WERE NO PAIN FOR ME TO GO THROUGH I WOULDN'T WISH THESE THINGS I SAY I WOULDN'T WISH I COULD FLY AWAY IF THINGS STAY THE SAME THERE'S NO ONE TO BLAME ONLY OURSELVES WHO DARE TO CARE ONLY US WHO SHOULD BE FAIR IF I COULD FLY AWAY WRITTEN BY DAUGHTER "NESSA" JULY 9, 2003 DAY BY DAY I SIT HERE MAKING WISHES FLY HIGH AS A BIRD IN THE SKY BE WITH MY LOVE TILL THE DAY I DIE WISHES THAT ONLY A DREAMER COULD HAVE WISHES THAT EVEN DREAMERS CAN'T HAVE TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE IN MY COMMUNITY BEING MYSELF A DIFFICULT DUTY OTHERS EXPECT HIGHLY OF ME I JUST WISH I COULD BE FREE TO COME AND GO
Poetry
And 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 itís hopeless. It occurs to me what George and Kitty said; ďVocum 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
Poetry
MY 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
Poetry
I am me Me is she She is I Black and beautiful Voluptuous and your fantasy Intelligent and silly Homely and sweet Sexually obsessive at times Addictive and Optimistic Loving and Appreciative Captivating and understanding Equal Opportunist The ability to do anything I am me Me is she She is I Demanding Possibly possessive Mature and sometimes stupid A sexual being Talented and dream oriented Respectful and selective Open-minded Willing and sometimes a liar Sneaky and secretive Romantic and apologetic Confused and impatient Playful and hard-working I am me Me is she She is I I am PHAT ladies and gentlemen Whether you like it or not Plus sized and loving Every roll on my back Every stretch mark on my body Every dimple in my ass And every time my thighs rub together Is just a reminder of how much of a woman I am I am PHAT ladies and gentlemen Pretty Hot And Tempting
Poetry
Poem by: Robert Burns My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer - A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe; My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North The birth place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow; Farewell to the straths and green valleys below; Farewell to the forrests and wild-hanging woods; Farwell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe; My heart's in the Highlands, whereever I go. _________________________________________________ I dream of Scotland...of seeing it someday...such a beautiful place.
Poetry
I'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
Poetry
paper Aug 3, 2005 12:39 PM a peice of paper I hold in my hand. So inviting, just seems to understand. Doesn't laugh, no weird looks as I write how I feel. just a once white paper making my thoughts real. If I like it I'll hang it for others to see. This fine paper that reveals so much about me. If I hate it then it's okay for me to tear it to shreads. Because sometimes thoughts are fleeting and should never be read. A peice of paper I hold in my hand. So inviting, just seems to understand. Doesn't laugh, no weird looks as I write how I feel. Just a once white paper making my thoughts real. my unfinished song... work in progress Current mood: artistic Category: Music chorus- think you can tame me; claim me? oh no no no boy you're crazy, no maybe; and you hafta go think you can save me??? BUT I DON'T NEED A HERO!!! verse 1- used to find it funny how you followed me around i had you wrapped anround my finger, thats what i found yet you nev
Poetry
Why were you so selfish? Why were you so cruel? How could you ever think That suicide was cool? ďMy life was screwed up,Ē Is what you would say, But you didnít have to End your life that way. I would have helped you In your time of need. But you wouldnít 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 werenít gone. All I want now Is to know why. Why would anyone Want to die?
Poetry
Im 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
Poetry
At night I hear a beast howling in the darkness. I sit and listen the sound it makes and I wonder to who or what does it call. While I pounder these things I hear the howl grow louder and louder. Then I feel a horror wash over me. What if just what if the beast other is calling to me? I go to my mirror and look my self in the eyes to know that my thoughts are fiction. But what I see in my eyes is not the me I knew. But the beast that I have heard every night of my life. The beast is me I am the beast. I look at my reflection and I know the my thoughts are not fiction. There is a beast in all of us. A beast howling for freedom. But do you know when your beast comes out at night.
Poetry
YOU 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
Poetry
Angel With Honor by AngelofLove He came to me from out of the heavens, As I was standing alone. My heart so heavy and ladden with fears, The road ahead of me so long. His words rang so true, They swept my tears away. He comforted me, cared for me, Made me complete, He showed me the way. Honor was his light, Peace was his strength, Happiness was his goal, Love is my reward. Although we have just begun, Time will take us on this journey, Hand in hand we will explore, All God meant us to know. First step being the hardest, That one we have made. Our journey we are beginning, Our destination unknown. Honor being our guide, Peace being our strength, Happiness being with us, Love our reward. Always remember, I love you... Always remember I love you More than words Could ever show, And I think of you always- Much more than You could know And now until forever, Always remember this too, There's no one I could ever love More than
Poetry
TUG Pull on your end Iíll drag on mine You have to commit I canít play this game alone Somehow I know Youíll 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 Canít rip at ropes that never end When did this become a game I donít even want to win I just wanted to play something with you Never said it had to be so brute I canít seem to let go even though Iím through You look so determined to win I might as well let you have it Then Iíd be giving in to you again. So compulsively twist at your end Iíll weakly tug on mine. Donít notice how Iím not really trying Canít see with eyes set on a prize. I thought I was your trophy How did things get so skewed? Thereís 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 Iíll reappear. Iím not the type of gi
Poetry El Al
There 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
Poetry
The 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 Imbecile
Sang, 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.
Poetry
Mihai 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
Poetry
I 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 Friends
Three 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
Poetry
sitting 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
Poetry!
Poetry
smitten 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
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I'd do her by: Raso If her vulva's not pink but it doesn't stink...I'd do her If she's the queen of all whores but doesn't have any soars...I'd do her If she has no tits but swallows not spits...I'd do her If she looks like a mutt but takes it in the butt...I'd do her If she wets her bed but gives great head...I'd do her If she has no legs but can cook scrambled eggs...I'd do her If she has 12 toes but doesn't pick her nose...I'd do her If she constantly nags but her boobs don't sag...I'd do her If she's on the rag but doesn't gag...I'd do her If she's a total bitch but doesn't have the itch...I'd do her Who am I kidding, I'd do any chick without an adams apple...and even then...well..I'd have to be totally drunk.
Poetry
Emotions in a Row By: April Terry Loneliness, A feeling of isolation. Can it be, That what should be, One of the happiest times, In ones life, That they feel so utterly alone? Happiness, A feeling of pure joy. Can it be, The one feeling, We have learned to resist, In ones life, From the lack there of? Sadness A feeling of melancholy. Can if be, The one feeling, We have resided within, For so long, In ones life, That we must always feel? Feelings, No matter what, They are always with us. Written on our faces, Mark by scars, On are skin, And in our hearts Questions, Will they read the signs? Will it be the truth? Can one be so selfish? Do they even care? As they watch us die, From our bleeding hearts? Oblivious, A state of mind? Or is it a choice? Does one choose, To be so ignorant. Of the pain they cause, To those around them? Pain, How much must one know, Before they can be free? Will the hurting ever cease? Or is this th
Poetry
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Poetry
My heartbeats echo bouncing off the walls the sounds are static your name it calls It's only silenced with your voice fact of life no free choice this bitter/sweet love consuming us both next lifetime is ours ................. ©dutchlips06/15/08 My face is painted the snowiest of white Enhancing my features for my Lords delight Black and crimson are my eyes and brows Expressing more then nature allows My lips are painted in a heart-like shape Crimson to lure eyes, there is no escape Dancing in my silks around my Lord My scented fans are not to be ignored Enticing his Lordship with all my charms Hoping at night he will take me in his arms I would let my passion and my learning's Kindle his fire and heighten his yearnings Kama Sutra I know but in Japanese I have learned it all. I serve to please The art of bathing and massaging too Dressed in silk so thin you can see through Which ever way his wishes lead I will grant and fulf
Poetry And Things Alike
As 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 Iím all alone in my own little world, Iím hearing all the things Iíve heard before. Iím 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. Iím hurting with very extreme pain. My stomach hurts, my hearts dying, ĎCause Iím in the corner crying. Midnight came and gone like the wind. I wait at the window for the rise of the sun. Iím shivering as everyone else has fun. My headís pounding like cement. Iím regretting the invite my friend sent. Iím in a lot of anger a
A Poet's Lonely Spiral Into Resignation
Poetry
I just can shake this feeling that you donít need me anymore. You just donít care like you did before. You never call me just to see how I am. I donít know why I think you still give a damn. I fell for your lines. I just canít 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. Itís you who need me but Iím leaving this town. Iíve found someone else who loves me for my heart. I canít 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 weíre 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
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An All-American Bluesville Boy His touch was a winner's he'd launch pig- skin carrier pigeons for six points roll a curve off the table for a strike moonwalk for a fingertip hoop his touch was a touch too good for class, gave him professional ambitions made him Wal-Mart's first pick in the bag boy draft Little kids are a lot like Jesus, they often die of sins not their own; like the ones who die in Bluesville praying: "Father God, please save us cause Momma's gone" It's not them who fail to pay the heat, leaving out the house with the oven on; and they're not out there on their feet, hustling Disciples' blessings to carry on Maybe they die to save the mothers who walk cracked pavements on Friday nights trying to gather a little income with the only training street messiahs let them have Mercy be to little children who who often die of sins not their own Sometimes they suffer sacrifice of life, to
Poetry
If you ever need to talk, I'll listen to your every word. If you ever need a piggyback ride, just hop on board. If you ever want to kiss, touch me with your soft lips. If you ever want to cuddle, I'll wrap my arms around your hips. If you ever want to cry, just rest your head on my shoulder. If you ever need warmth, I'll hold you as you get colder. If you ever get scared, I'll fight away your biggest fear. If you ever need me, I'll always be here. (I wrote this to show what kind of guy I am..I'm not making a lie out of this poem..I would really do these given the chance..I just wish some girls can see this to understand me better) Heroes Our U.S. Soldiers went looking for a fight. They fought for this country, everyday and every night. They didn't fight, to break this world apart. They fought to protect this country, with all of their heart. They went to war, to fight for the United States. Fighting for their country, was their only fate. They l
Poetry
Sleep, 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.
Poetry
that there was someone out there right now, wishing they were falling asleep in your arms everynight, kissing your lips every morning and wanting to fall inlove wit u forever u kno who u r DO ME SUCK ME BLOW ME FUCK ME BREAK ME TEASE ME BUT DADDI PLEASE ME GRAB ME HOLD ME SPANK ME FOLD ME TURN ME TWIST ME LICK ME FIST ME Jenny was so happy about the house they had found, for once in her life twas on the right side of town, she unpacked her things with such great ease. as she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze. how wonderful it was to have her own room, school would be starting she have friends over soon. thered be sleep overs and parties she was so happy, its just the way she wanted her life to be, on the first day of school everything went great, she made new friends and even got a date. she thought i want to be popular and im going to be, becuz i jus got a date wit the star of the team. to be known in this school you had to have a clout, and dating thi
Poetry
WAITING... 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 Thought
Oh 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
Poetry
Control 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
Poetry
I remember what it was like to watch you sleep in the morning light, Angelic was that handsome face was yours as it had been kissed gently by the sun. I used to wipe the bangs from your eyes just so that it would startle your breath. It was a peaceful time when we were in love. I love the way you smile at me even though time has passed. I lied when I said I didnít 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 didnít come back to reclaim what was yours. Though the thought had crossed your mind. The ones that have followed fr
Poetry
Passions 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 Ripping
Do I feel like itís 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 itís 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, StillÖ Neglected, Beaten, Abused, unloved. AndÖ Blamed. As an adult, Always will be scarred. But the thing isÖ 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
Poetic
I am but fine sand, Meant for deepest blue of the darkest pit, I have been worn and fragmented, From ebb and flow of emotional discontent. I am but fine sand, Ever to be tread upon, I am small broken and jagged, But you have never felt such a soft blade as me. I am but fine sand, I am desired upon your flesh, I will make you remember that beautiful day, I am what you want me to be, And I, Am everlastingly soft. It is but a fabrication Of dreams long past Of loves that never were and never can be Of Lives long forgotten and people that are long since gone Of friends that have never been or ever will be It is but a fabrication The fabrication of humanity The fabrication of truth and justice The fabrication of fair play And of all people are created equal But alas Humanity is just a word Truth and justice will never be Fair play is something no one does And all people are created equal Is surrounded by hate, fear and ra
Poet
December 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 Motion
To you, life was perfect, "peachy-keen" My eyes didn't see it like that You say, every couple fights now and then My heart didn't think it was right I'll try harder, or, It'll get better, was all I ever heard My ears don't wanna listen to you I scream my face blue, and you hold me still My hands don't feel yours anymore Asking me to stay isn't going to work My feet are walking away What have I done To feel all this pain That you force upon me? Put the blame where it belongs The sun's almost down Where will I turn? Don't I get a say in this? Until I figure out what this all means I can't be around you anymore ------------------------------------------------- Sitting alone in this darkened place Looking at everything around But nobody sees The way that I cry The way that I feel Why won't anyone listen to me? I scream out, but it goes unheard I'm in this cage by myself Why? ------------------------------------------------- Lying here tonight In the shallow de
Poetry By Me
I pull the charging handle and a round chambers. I see you running, and the world around me stops. I feel the sweat on my eyebrow, and I am ready. I see you with iron sights, and I feel your fear and anger. I ponder what you've done to me, and I ignore my thoughts. I think of the round finding you, and its hard to imagine. I try not to freeze, and fear engulfs me. I worry of the side effects, and if you will haunt my dreams. I stop all thought, and I prepare to pull the triger. I feel my heart freeze, and my breathing slows. I see you stop, and I know you see it coming. I wait till my natural pause, and my muscles relax. I pull the trigger, and it surprises me. I see the shell eject, and I trace the round. I see your eyes widen, and you say something. I witness the round strike you, and you are no more. I know you are dead, and my first kill is unforgiving. I am an American Soldier, and I follow orders. Turner Claytopia Claytop
Poet's Block
When 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
Poetry
The four seasons Donít let your life fade away Like the snow in spring. Donít 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
Poetry
Some 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 itís a lie There is no other side Iíve 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 Others
Winds 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 birdís 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
Poetry
Fantasy 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
Poetry
Cricket 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
Poetry
Im 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 Chimpman
LSD 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
Poetry
Love and Friendship Love is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-treeó 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 World
My 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
Poetry
to 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
Poetry
What is love? Love is the feeling I get when I look into your eyes The feeling I get when I am with you Holding you tightly in my arms Love is the feeling I get when I'm with you Just talking to you and listening Hearing about your problems Telling you about mine Love is built with trust and faith Both of them grow with time They grow with time apart and together For they all go together Love is more than a word or feeling It is a combination of many things Love is a powerful word to use Most people don't understand it Love is a word you need to use Carefully and understand the full meaning of For when you find love you why And can say it with trustfulness When I look at you you seem so sad I wish that there is something I could do I feel really bad I want only the best for you I wish for you so much I wait everyday for you to be near I miss and want your touch I wish so much that you were here If I die I want the whole world to know That I woul
Poetry
I need to escape; break away from this hell My incubus has me under his spell Enslaved by whatís 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 Iím 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 Itís 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
Poetry
Crushed, 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 Is
I am a man divided, full of anger Yet wanting only to rid myself of its taint Every step forward has that moment In the corner of my eye, the evil I feel Creeping inside me Eating at what I want to be I can't get away from its source, not yet I am still held back by the consequences Of actions done out of love that nearly destroyed me I felt like a murderer holding the knife Ready to plunge it in the heart of the one I held dearest And I did, having no choice but to believe That what I wanted most was only destroying me That was the day I lost faith in everything I felt was pure I lost my innocence the day I betrayed my own heart to do as I was told Can I ever forgive myself? Life was never guaranteed to be fair But all I want is a chance to live a happy life Free of the things that anger me Is forgiveness too much for a man without a soul left to sell? Will the villain inside ever go away? What do people mean when they say normal? Is it the stereotyped American dr
Poetry
*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
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This is my Tribute to the Iraq War. Two soldiers stare at each other across no mans land with hatred in their eyes. There because of politics and religion. Two men stare at each other. One with a loving wife and 2 kids waiting back home for him. The other with a lover awaiting his return. Two humans stare at each other across no mans land. After today neither will stare no more. I stand at the crossroads A man in black at my left hand Offering me everything I ever wanted The price, My Soul A man in white at my right hand Offering me nothing in this life The price, My Heart Which do I choose My Soul or my Heart When neither mean anything to me. originally dedicated to my ex-girlfriend. WHAT NOW? As I slip the ring on her finger I think about my past All the girls I had And the the few girls I've loved All the bad things I've done And the good things that came of it All the good things I've done And the many bad things that came of it All the places I've se
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You make them then break them because you canít keep them. You make only as a bribe to get something you want. They mean the world to me but nothing to you. Theyíre 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 Iíll shed when the final promise, the most important oneÖto protect my heart and soulÖ 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 canít keep. Make this one last promise to me. Promise me when I leave youíll forget about me and move on, not dwell on me and your past. Just leave me alone. Donít call me, donít message me, donít 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 1
I 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
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I 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 Godís 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 2
another 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
Poetry
When 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
Poetry
The 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
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"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.
Poetry
Time has run out, for me. Everything's distant and I don't know what to believe. It's so hard, lost in the world confusion. And I need to leave, for a while. Life is so meaningless; there is nothing worth a smile. So goodbye, I'll miss you. And I'm sorry, but this is my fate. Everything is worthless, no one who wants me to stay. And I'm sorry, but I've waited too long. So here's my goodbye, no one will cry over me. I'm not worth any tears. It's been the years, of abuse. Neglected to treat the disorder, That controls my youth, for so long. I'm in a fleshy tomb, buried up above the ground. It's no use, why should I hold on? It's been five years, don't need one more. So goodbye, life's abuse. And I'm sorry, but this is my fate. Everything is worthless, no one who wants me to stay. And I'm sorry, but I've waited too long. So here's my goodbye, no one will cry over me. I'm not worth any tears. And I'm sorry, but this is my fate. Everyt
Poetry
Distance Ö like a sunken ship Harbors the treasure of your touch. Unceasingly, I dive the depths In search of one more glimpse. Like a mirage Ö 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 ~
Poetry
Stop my heart from beating cannot stand to feel the emotions that lead to the pain, eventual pain she always hurts, never intentional always sorry tears...she has lied can I believe those? Can I touch them they seem real, no sign of illusion or slight of hand, cannot allow... No not again never again, why did you do it? (it was what i wanted to do) when you can't find no one to blame you just blame yourself. another notch she spews forth, repeated by love you, need you, never would of gone through with it never... Funny word never, It rarely means what it says... funny thing about love it seems to follow suit, funny thing about the heart it breaks so often it hardens and becomes a cold shell of what it once was. Funny thing about life... it ends. I'd never take my own life... NEVER. Hands softly caress flesh words never spoken emerge from closed lips the sounds speak of ecstasy the taste sweet intoxicating lost for a moment in eyes that scream truth again
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MySpace Graphics & MySpace Codes 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 Largest Database of ImagesFor Comments And Profiles at FreeCommentTags.com She arrived suddenly in tangerine bliss With my password clenched in her fist She touched meÖ 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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Poetry
i walk along a lonely street. the only sound is my two feet. wondering where everyone has gone. a cool brisk wind moves me along. off in the distance i here a howl. the closer i get i smell something fowl. i glance to the right and what do i see? two pair of red eyes stairing back at me. half afraid and trembling with fear. i start running to the gates that are near. the harder i try to pry them open the flame gets higher . a sinister man says with a grin. believe in me and come on in. should i open them and let my spirit roam? or turn around and head back home?
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theres nothing leftnothing insidetheres no place leftfor me to hidei'm left for deada bleeding heartkeeps seeing redsoon death must startthe tears fall downand mix with bloodthey hit the groundand start a floodi drown in sorrowdazed, and confuzedmy troubles borrowedi'm feeling usedtheres nothing leftnothing insidetheres no place leftfor me to hide a heart will love when it wants to giving you hope 'spite all you do a heart will hope even when blue for her return back home to you a heart will cry cause shes not true bleeding inside when she hurts you a heart will die as it will do without that love that once loved you sometimes i cut myself just to watch it bleed i dont know i just feel the need everything inside ties me in a knot it seems like its the only release i got they tried to say it was all for attention motherfucker wheres all my tension i hurt inside til i dont know me when i feel pain it sets me free its not the same as what you did
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new ------------------------------ "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
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You 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
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Riding 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 fatherís 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 for the past 3 hours, i have tried and been unsuccessful at getting on fubar.com from my computer. i am currently on here using a proxy server.... and this is extremely slow..i went to fubar support lounge and realized a lot of others are having the same probs. i just wanted to say sorry i am not able to chat at the moment..just trying to figure out what the problem is..anyone have any opinions as to what the prob could be? my friends and family are awesome
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
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FEARS 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
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like 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.
Poetry
The Last Goodbye By: Jennette If only I had one more chance Or even a quick glance To forever say goodbye Knowing I had one more try And that "I Love You" Could always be true It is always in my head That feelings I always dread I will always feel bad Because of the chance I didn't get and never had 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
Poetry
i 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
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The 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
Poetry
within 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
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Tattered, 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 Ö ? 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 Normal
Fallow... 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
Poetry
Is 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 Tree
I look out my room's window and picture the things we dreamed about doing or Who we would meet or what they would say. painted love served on a silver platter. Everything is what it seems. I am always. I am never. ending in a tragedy.
Poetry3
I 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 4
Have 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
Poetry
most 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
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Her smile is as beautiful as the stars on a clear moonless night When you look in her eyes, you canít tell but sheís really bright I wish I could have her for only one night So I can show her the world through my eyesight Iíll give anything just to be with her And I promise Iíll never be mean to her Iíll 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 Iíll never make her cry If only she was in my world I wouldnít 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.
Poetry
something 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 Writings
There 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 Me
The Dream Her arms reach out to touch him, yet he is not close enough.She says to be gentle and he is intamitally rough. She hears him whispering and moaning into her ear,saying all the things she has longed to hear. He carresses her moist body, as they begin to sweat.She jerks with excitement, the closer he gets. She feels his lips on her body and she begins to sway. She moans with rythm as he begins to play. She feels her body tense as her dream comes to an end, but he doesn't go away for she dreams of him again. Julie
Poetry.. What Do You Think?
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
Poetry
YOU TOUCH MY HEART SEEING THE OLD AND NEW SCARS YOU WHISPER SWEET NOTHINGS IN MY EAR WITHOUT THOUGHT OF MY PAIN I WELCOME YOUR COMFORTING TOUCH AND SOOTHING WORDS I OPEN UP AND SUBMIT MYSELF TO YOU YOU SEEK OUT AND SCORCH EVERY INCH OF MY BEING WITHOUT THOUGHT OR CAUTION I LET YOU INSIDE YOU EXPLORE AND FIND YOUR TARGET EMBEDDING YOURSELF INTO MY HEART LIKE AN INFECTION FEEDING I TAKE UR ABUSE DUE TO BEING USE TO IT YOU TRY TO DRAG ME DOWN AND DEGRADE MY EVERY BEING YOUR CHILDISH GAMES ARE USELESS WHY WASTE YOUR TIME AND TRY? WHEN YOU CAN'T BREAK WHATS ALREADY BROKEN
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Why Me Lord? If I ever did Love Lord,this is real My heart did she steal Years ago,I guess I was the fool To throw my heart in the love pool Why Me Lord? Deep within my being The Love is seeing How crossed up it can be So look deep inside and see Why Me Lord? I dreamed of you for so many years Just to end up in tears I don't think it should be this way So open up your heart and say Why Me Lord? (C)TJC2008 Practice Makes Perfect! When I feel alone and lonely My empty world seems void I relax for just a moment I trust joy will unfold Practice Makes Perfect! For in my quiet time I listen For the gentle voice within Hew hears my prayers clearly For he lets the sunshine in Practice Makes perfect! Oh how great is this practice for you Which can make our dreams come true But the beauty of the practice My dear brothers and sisters is up to us Practice Makes Perfect! It's a gift,But ours by choice So if we continue in this practice R
Poetry
My heart pounds My heart races My stomach gets butterflies My stomach gets knots So I look inside to find the strength and courage to let you know whats been held inside for so long. Only if I could just let it out It tears me up inside cause I want you to know my feelings for you But its just to hard but out of all things I want and love You are the one who makes my life complete You have been there to cheer me up when noone else could You are the one who understood so I think its time that you know What you mean to me Out of all the things I want and love one thing is becomeing clear and thats the one thing in my life that feels right is my feelings for you So out of everything I want and love the one I know for sure is Your the one I want and the one I love and thats what I wanted you to know. At night I sit and think At night I sit and wish At night I dream of you When I think of you I get feeling I cant describe At night I sit and think At
Poetry 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 Spot
Another 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 People
I only need to 10,000 comments for a month's VIP or 7 day blast. * Dogs spend all day sprawled on the most comfortable piece of furniture in the house. * They can hear a package of food opening half a block away, but don't hear you when you're in the same room. * They can look dumb and lovable all at the same time. * They growl when they are not happy. * When you want to play, they want to play. * When you want to be alone, they want to play. * They leave their toys everywhere. * They do disgusting things with their mouths and then try to give you a kiss. * 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
Poetry
The 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."
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Poetry
Victory Victory is like a baseball screaming over the back wall, Victory is the water poured over the football coach after a big game, Victory is the sweat the comes off the players, Victory is the lioness over her latest kill, Victory is the highest jump over the last hurtle, Victory is... what you make it out to be. ©Akuma a.k.a. Chris
Poetry
IT'S SAD TO BE ALONE THIS TIME OF YEAR WITH CHRISTMAS JUST PASSED, A NEW YEAR SOON HERE A TIME FOR LOVERS OF ALL AGES, YOUNG AND OLD A TIME WHEN LOVES SWEET STORY REALLY CAN BE TOLD BUT FRIENDS, I'M IN THE LONLIEST PLACE OF ALL WHERE THE HEART OF THIS ROMANTIC NEEDS SOMEONE HERE TO BE MY ALL, I WONDER NOW, HAD I FOUND HER AND LET HER GO? COULD I HAVE LOST MY SOUL MATE N REALLY NOT HAVE KNOWN? THIS SINGLE LIFE THAT PLAGUES ME CONSTANTLY, IT MAY BE GREAT FOR OTHERS, BUT IT'S JUST NOT RIGHT FOR ME MY HEART HAS SO MUCH LOVE IT WANTS TO GIVE I NEED MY MISSING PIECE SO I CAN REALLY LIVE IS IT TOO MUCH TO ASK TO BE IN LOVE FOREVER? TO HAVE SOMEONE, KEEP THEM LOVED, HAPPY N SAFE AND ALWAYS STAY TOGETHER? MY HEART IS LOSING HOPE, THIS MUCH I KNOW THIS TIME MAYBE I'LL LET ALL MY DREAMS GO THINK MY NEW YEARS RESOLUTION SHOULD BE I'M DESTINED TO BE ALONE, SO MAKE THE MOST OF LIFE N BE HAPPY N YET MY FRIENDS, IT'S EASIER SAID THAN DONE WHEN ALL YOUR LIFE YOU'VE PRAYED YOU'D FIN
Poetry
Under 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
Poetry
Touching you with my words make you inhale the sentualness of my thoughts into your body . Making your blood race , Major parts of your body ingorge and become tender to my touch . The right words, a precision touch and an†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 donít want it to be found. It drains your body and makes you want to sleep. It soothes the body down to your feet. Itís 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.
Poetry
Alone 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
Poetry
Time 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
Poetry
The 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
Poetry
Dear 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
Poetry
When 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
Poetry
When 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 Vault
These 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
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Poetry
Wish 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.
Poetry
Pain 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---
Poetry
How 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
Poetry
I 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 Wrote
What is this Love I have for you? _________________________________ Love is the Tenderness in your loving words and touch. Love is not needing the last word in an argument. Love is looking at your own faults instead of others. Love is Sacrificing instead of demanding. Love is Being There for me during the bad times too. Love is Caring when the other is sick. Love is being Faithful to our Union. Love is the Honesty and Respect you show me. Love is Giving instead of taking. Love is making me Laugh when I'm depressed. Love is giving me Comfort when I'm sad. Love is Sharing those Important decisions. Love is Forgiveness when I need it. Love is being Committed to our relationship. Love is Accepting me as I am instead of trying to change me. Love is holding me and crying with me. So why do I love you so? I love you, not only for what you are, But for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, But for what you have ma
Poetry
I 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.
Poetry
I'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
Poetry
in 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
Poetry
Love 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 Writing
It 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
Poetry
mutilation 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
Poetry
Too 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
Poetry In It's True Form
Poetry
The evil has arisen, deathly smile Dusty tears, Siphoning all religion Draining all your years. An unearthly pull to do it- To run away from life, To waste it all, lay in filth, To hide that bloody knife. With irredescant looming Completely I'll surround The life that is my precious gift To bludgeon it, watch it drown. My dad can hardly breath now, He is dying fast Whats the point in saving life To try to make it last? When I'm hungry I eat. When I'm thirsty I drink. When I'm tired I sleep. But there's an Empty Void In my soul that Only you can fill. I eat, I drink, I sleep. I exist. But I live only because You allow it. Forget what they say Forget what I lived Remember my nightmares Remember my fears Forget my cries in the night Forget my pain of life I wish to know the truth Of darkness,truth of death Waiting that sunrise dies When night is born I stood on pale moonlight I wait for the shadow That comes for me I do not resist A
Poetry
Haiku Night swimming, moonlight Luminous beams on her love Clothes left in the dark Words are babble talk His world is lonely and sad Within his own mind Music is his gift Life reveals lyrics as song Giving harmony Garden Enter my garden, Behold the wonders to be seen. No admission fee or hours of operation, Just you and me. Enter my garden, No need to hurry to make it right. No clock to punch, We have the day and even the night. Enter my garden, Winter, spring, summer, fall. In good weather and bad, You will find yourself in awe. This garden was planted just for you, No others may enter; you are VIP. When the troubles of the day make you blue, Come walk in my garden, you will feel free. If There Is Only One Rhyme I Could Say If there is only one rhyme I could say before you are gone from my life. A line from a song; love will find a way: I never meant to bring our world strife. Sometimes sorry doesnít 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.
Poetry
PROMISE 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
Poetry
hearing your cries watching as your skin fries a lone man comes to save oh please don't misbehave he has come to save us and you gave him such a fus you think your safe and sound kneel bitch, face to the ground DEVILoution it's his age DEVILoution it's his time DEVILOUTION AN EVIL REVOULUTION satan sees your mortal soul offers you the gift of control the evil dream inside there's nowhere to hide your greed is your demise your body, food for the flies lost all that you had pray heathen, to your loving dad DEVILoution it's all around you DEVILoution there's nothing you can do DEVILOUTION A NEW KIND OF EVOLUTION God as come to save the day trying to keep your demons at bay his holy word, booming loud your true faith makes him proud his mortal child only to be defiled Jesus preaching his father's deeds trying to drive out your satanic needs Deviloution is here satan is calling you Deviloution is here he has something new Deviloution Devilo
Poetry In Motion
Oh to be the bee on the flower Watching insects work in tandem While others beat to a different drummer Oh to be the bird on a limb Watching neighbors love and be loved While others are in painful desperations of love Oh to be the eagle in the sky Watching countries love and be loved While others are in painful desperations of peace Oh to be God above Watching universes and life forms begin While others are colliding for their own fate Oh to be the master surrounding Watching peace, love and harmony unite While others still yearning to see.
Poetry
LOVE Like the early mornings dew... The rose opens its petals anew. Showing the word a beauty unknown... A love unconditionally grown. Your heart is opened to the world above... Revealing to me a unknown love. My heart is closed to the world below... Cold as ice is all anyone will know. Me with a heart of stone.... Exploring a world unknown. Seeks out salvation... Only finds realization. You with a heart of glass... Learning from the past. Hopes for love true... Finds life's blue. When will love reveal it's secrets to me... The pure unconditional love I wish to see.
Poetry In Motion
If 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 Me
I 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
Poetry
Poetry
There 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 Pain
The Poet's Pain The day is nothing but a memory, Yet tomorrow is not quite here. The incense sparks inside my nose, The rain plays a symphony to my ear. Sleep has hid its magic from me While ideas run through my head If only I could pass on the words, So I can retire to my bed. Sharing the prose would give me joy, And put my brain at rest for the night. But, there is no greater sadness Than a poet's hand that will not write Copyright ©2007
Poetry
Valentines Day: Flowers $20, Dinner $70, Movies $25, Drinks $30, Hotel $115, the look on his face when u tell him u are on ur period PRICELESS!!!!! alone I feel so alone sitting by myself, Not knowing what to do and not being myself. I want to know love but am still afraid, I dont want to get hurt in any way, I feel for him I dont know why, He was all wronge for me and so I cry, I cant go back to who I was, He changed me into this fuzz, I will stand stronge even alone, For love has no place here among my hold, I will be stronge and not fall again, For a friendly face or a wild weekend, My spirit be strong and my heart be stone, My feelings are no where even in this morn, I will see no other like I saw him, I will be stronger then this from this whim. 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
Poetry
Why 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
Poetry
Touch 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
Poetry**by Mwahh**
Poetry Again
Poetic Liscense
kinda something new, Asatru is the insp for this... oh Gods of Wind and Water carry me far away oh gods of Earth and Fire lead my course not astray listen to the wind song o'er the water carry me, carry me... far away take my soul to valhalla if I should fall this day in Death I keep my honor and as I'm carried away listen to the wind song o'er the water carry me, carry me... far away
Poetry
A MOTHERS LOVE A MOTHERS LOVE IS FULL OF GRACE SHE GIVES HER ALL AND ASKS FOR LITTLE SPACE SHE GOES AND GOES TILL THE DAY IS DONE HER VOICE IS A COMFORT TO ALL WHO IS IN PAIN SHE TEACHES US THAT LIFE HAS SO MUCH FOR US TO GAIN HER HAND IS A HEALING TOUCH AS SHE TEACHES US NOT TO FUSS NO MATTER HOW MANY OBSTACLES LIE AHEAD WE KNOW THAT MOTHER WILL BE THERE FOR US HER LOVE NEVER ENDS AS SHE GROWS TIRED AND WEARY HER BODY MAY SLOW AND HER SIGHT MAY FALTER HER TOUCH BECOMES LESS AS THE LIGHT BEGINS TO FADE NOW MAMA LAYS HER HEAD DOWN FOR THAT GOLDEN SLEEP SHE GOES AHEAD OF ALL THE REST TO PREPARE A PLACE FOR US TO REST WE KNOW THAT SHE WILL SHOW THE WAY LIKE THE SNOW WHITE DOVE THAT'S WHY WE KNOW THERE'S NOTHING LIKE A MOTHERS LOVE. THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO RUBY M. KIDD (05-05-1946 TO 10-23-2001) GOD REST HER SOUL AND ALL OF THE OTHER MOTHERS OR MOTHERS TO BE IN THE WORLD! I KNOW THI
Poetry From Friends
The winds sweep across the Kansas plains New life rides the waves It carries away the yesterdays Bringing hope to take its place Hope for bright new days ahead Hope for tranquility Hope for all you care about And the things you wish to be As each day gives way to darkness As it too is put to rest Like the new life carried on the Kansas winds I am wishing you the best! rumdumb~~Owned by eLLe~~Belonging to Krissy~~Poetic Azz@ fubar give this man some fu-love ;)
Poetry
Darkness is my kingdom as astral vapors swirl about me, swaddling me in a blanket sewn of cosmic wind and undiscovered memories. Hidden within a locket lie all the answers the world has ever known and many more we dread. Aeons passed as nothing filled the endless void, a great black sea alive amongst the absence of life; great infernos rage, tumultuously tossed amidst illusion and unvision. Astral winds carry a scent of death and mystery, reminding us of a time when we were more than what we are now; a time of eldritch lore and cyclopean myth, where great creatures roamed, and we were free as we had never known; free to explore the cosmic sea, the astral void that we called home. Pools of lava burble around, I watch the beast between the eyes, Raise my sword to slay the beast. The beast lets loose a deafening sound. As I devise his demise I promise to avenge the deceased. The beast lunges, I swing my sword. The bl
Poetry
Just 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 Struggle
Organizing my life has never seemed so complicated until I decided to walk in my own shoes. Doing one thing the right way is only the wrong way in another's eyes, but I must continue to move forward. I make decision based on the experience I have, yet what experience do I have when none is taught? I grope, feel, and reach for an outlet, but Through blurred vision, I am blind and cannot see between the line. Wrapped in a blanket of feelings of love and deception. Each corner I turn, each page I riffle through, every thought I have is a suggestion of complication.
Poetry
The 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 Giggles
A father watched his daughter playing in the garden. He smiled as he reflected on just how sweet an innocent his little girl was. Suddenly, she just stopped and stared at the ground. He went over to her and noticed she was looking at to spiders mating. "Daddy, what are those two spiders doing?" "They're mating," her father replied. "What do you call the spider on top, Daddy?" she asked. "That's a daddy-long-legs," her father answered. So, the other is a Mommy-long-legs?" the little girl asked. "No," her father replied. "Both of them are daddy-long-legs." The little girl thought for a moment, then took her foot and stomped them flat.... "Well, we're not having THAT sort of shit in our garden." :D hope this tickled you some. I've watched them in good times in hard times. He still gets teary-eyed when he speaks of her His soul mate, best friend, his wife She still giggles and blushes They still play, and if they disagree-- it's almost comica
Poetry Corner With Candy Gurl!!!
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
Poetry
As 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
Poetry
Summers Day Can I compare thee to a summerís 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 summerís 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 summerís 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 summerís 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 thatís full of sunshine Nova Lost Hollow footsteps, cloaked by night Of sadness known through tortured sight The willow weep
Poetry
Once happy Now alone Once liked Now hated Once cared Now donít 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 canít 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/writing
Please 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
Poetry
Hold fast to dreams, for when dreams go, life is like a barren field frozen with sno, Hold fast to dreams for when dreams die, life is like a broken winged bird that cannot fly.
Poetry
M 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
Poetry
What I wish for you, my sweet Havanna? What I wish for you, my sweet Havanna? A world of passion, a heart of gold! Open arms, peaceful soul, In your comming future, happyness for ever! My sweet Havanna, this is what I wish you. Dreams of ever lasting love Strength for you to win. All your glory days, happy they remain, Lighting up your heart, always being loved, My sweet Havanna, this is what I wish you. The angel of love, the angel of peace, Above your head always guarding you, Taste of happynes, of the heaven's sky, Arms of peacefull angels. My sweet Havanna, this is what I wish you. What I wish for you, my sweet Havanna? Be a happy bride, wife amor! May your household live in ever lasting peace Like the night's stars, like the morning sun rise, Ever lasting life, glory, happyness, Heart of gold, soul of steel, Dreams of bravery, pride and joy, My sweet Havanna, this is what I wish you! Adio, my love, For the last time goodbye my love, My heart is alw
Poetry
even tho he's not mine, even tho i can't have him, even tho we haven't spoken in years-- I hear his voice echo in my memory even tho we haven't touched in forever, even tho we haven't recently shared a kiss, even tho our bodies haven't twined as lovers, my body remembers like it was yesterday even tho his scent is on the shirt I wore when he hugged me goodbye, even tho our love is a memory, even tho he's gone-- He still makes my heart flutter ~SM written 6/3/2008 Smooth, Sultry, Sexy Sevannah Walk the walk, girl! Talk the talk, girl! Make all the men crazy insane Head over heels in lust-- only to disappear quicker then they cum They built her up to bring her down but her strength made her survive. Sevannah doesn't know any other way. Elegant, elusive, electrifying Sevannah Get in, get out, get it over Don't forget: you're somewhere, ANYWHERE than here and now and anyone, anything except yourself.... Slicker than a serpent's belly yet as c
Poetry 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
Poeta
The 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! Heís heard itís true, In a distant land Beyond the blue. ďBut alas!Ē he cries, ďThe seaís long swept.Ē 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 Manís 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
Poetry
Where 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...
Poetry
The soft whisper on the wind eases her out of peaceful slumber beckoning her out of bed a languid spell she's cast under. Clad only in a white shift she tiptoes down darkened halls guided only by the luminescent moon and candles flickering against the wall. Enchanting music adrift on a breeze flows steadily into her ears.. helpless to resist the pull as it soothes and ceases her deepest fears. Following the music outside eyes dazed, mind in a trance she lets go of inhibitions with grace begins to dance. Shadowed and mysterious he waits in still silence following her every move waiting to offer expert guidance. Her movements liquid against the black velvet of night graceful in poise and flow, embraced by a halo of moonlight. He glides out of shadows and hovers nearer her form a shiver runs down her spine her body loses it's warmth. An eerie calm settles around her sh
Poetic Expressions
i 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
Poetry
Complete 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 hatredís sin, Let it roll off of your tongue. Peer deeper into your hear
Poetry
I love him because I know him so well I love him in spite of knowing him that well My mother tells me that it's cold today I ought to wear a sweater or it might rain I should take an umbrella or my dress is unbecoming and my hair doesn't look right She also says that I should lose a few pounds put cream on my face wear a hat in the sun not use swearwords and stand up straight My mother treats me like a child She has not noticed that I have grown up and I am truly catching up to her fast My mother tells me what to do and always seems startled when I tell her I am an adult, too My appliances are meant to make my life easier I cook faster clean faster write faster get there faster reach people buttons turning dials spinning my wheels making my world go even faster right past me
Poetry
The 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 Say
these 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 . whatís 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/lyrics
Before 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 Like
I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to join Unto the thought before, , But sequence ravelled out of reach Like balls upon a floor. I've alway found this peom inspiring so when a mumm reminded me of it I though I'd share it. If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fo
Poetry From The Darkside
The 9Th Day By: L. G. Olson "I've seen the darkness. I know the secrets that it hides and I have felt the pain. I have felt my own blood pool under me. I know the price it holds, and on the 9th day I will pay that price." The 9TH Day: Introduction Lifeless, Broken, Hatred, Brutal. I was afraid of being part of life and even worse, I would miss it. A marriage based on lies, I fell so hard that the blow has left me cold and broken. I hated life for what it did not give me, and the man who had taken it all from me. I could not be touched and I was too empty to see that all I had to do was reach out; but I was too scared to act on it. To broken to heal the endless wounds. Find a stranger and you'll be safe, find a stranger I'll be safe. A stranger found me. I remember the pain. So much pain and the evil that follows in the wake of its destruction, the fevered rush that surges through your soul
Poetry
When I lie down next to you. I feel my heart growing between us. When we lie down together I feel, The missing piece of my heart I never had. I think about all the wrong things I've done to you, And the things I've done to hurt you and I wish I could go back in time and erase it all. I've done many things to hurt you and still we lie together. When we lie together, I feel a relationship beginning to grow. No one could ever break us apart, When we are lying side by side. When we lie in the same bed together, And all I can think about is you and I. When we lie down together in the same bed, I can't thank about anything but you and I. by:Gary Frost May 21, 2005 Tears to my eyes, Are from the way I love you, But you don't know how much I care. When I'm around you I start to tear, But you don't care So why should I care. When I look at you I start to tear, Because I know there's
Poetry
You Have An Angels Heart You fall in love quickly and easily.You give so much in a relationship, and you don't expect much in return. You love always seeing your lover and you just love them as they are.You have a huge desire to whomever you love and you stay in love forever i would take a thousand lashes to spend forever in ur arms for the pain of the ripes and burns of the leather goes but the emptiness never ceases... Bruised battered and broken Rubbing salt in my wounds Keeping me from being anew Screaming words I donít 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
Poetry
Lonely are the nights Lonely are the days Lonely am I, in so many ways Lonely are the seasons Lonely are the years So lonely am I, that it brings tears. Lonely is this place Lonely is my life Lonely am I, that I reach for a knife Lonely is this court room Lonely is my sentence So lonely am I that I ask for repentance.
Poetry
I 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
Poetry
Because, sometimes, late at night, when the sky is full of stars, and the world weighs heavily on your shoulders, You know, deep down, You have made somebody smile, and have brought a happiness, no matter how trivial, into the light of their heart. March 5, 1995 Are you curious? Are you sincere? Will you be mine? Will you my dear? Late at night, Stars shine bright, Head hangs low, Disturbing sight. Heart is heavy, Mood is down, Depression deep, Will I drown? Hopeless journey, Hopeless Task, Heedless agony, Faceless mask. Emotionless, Starless, Blighted, Dim. What Ever Will Become Of Him ?
Poetry
Looking 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
Poetry
just a glance you gave me staring into my heart those piercing eyes of yours they tear my world apart i feel the power of your gaze your captivating stare it sets our world ablaze as my love fills the air our moment ends, as you pass by till the next i see those eyes It starts with a whisper Her voice vibrates gently in my ear I reach out to touch her porcelain skin With bodies like day and night Our passion sets the world aflame In an instant, our worlds collide Too long i have waited for this time. Looking into you, i'm able to see everything All my imperfections, my sins, my betrayals So much i have done wrong in my life and its all reflected in you Talk with me, tell me that its not over yet That i'm still able to keep my humanity without turning into some kind of demon You are my soul, my only link to the good i've attained in this world Please, keep me shining bright and dont let me fall into darkness
Poetry Ive Written
A lifetime filled with cheating hearts, all echo from my past, The "promise trues" and "I love you's, " each one was meant to last. So fine this line of sharing, built with honesty and trust, Each vow left inside my head, now slowly gathers dust. I struggle to tomorrow, searching hope, yet walking blind, While broken dreams, and silent screams, play re-runs in my mind. I try to shake, each past mistake, and meet what lies ahead, While hearing cold reminders of these promises once said. It's hard to feel, what's wrong from real, when shadows dim the light, I close my eyes and dream a dream of heaven every night. Will this all unfold, in this history I hold is it a guiding hand? These scars I show, a lesson, I yet don't understand? Another day awaits me, in this life I call my own, A cruel delay frustrates me, as I face this world alone. Let words once said, and tears long shed, rest peaceful in this heart, I know the pain of lo
Poetry In Motion
don'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
Poetry
The 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 ************************ 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 ********************************** 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 Contest
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Poetry
and that is how Have you ever seen the morning snow fall prey to the afternoon sun ? That is how my heart melted today when you looked at me and smiled . Have you ever had an ice cream cone around mid day in late august ? That is how my heart melted today when I heard you say my name. Have you ever used a cube of ice just one , to cool your fresh brewed tea ? That is how my heart melted today when I held you in my arms. Forever Life had only just begun, though twice, I had gone around the sun. Yet , forever bound we would be. A full grown woman ... bound to me. Mom ... I'm sure that was her name , and breaking hearts was her game. The woman I depended on, so suddenly , had packed , and gone. Let's move forward , in my life. I took a girl to be my wife. We swore , in front of God , Forever. Yes , we would alwals be together. The key word there was girl you see. Alot to learn , a world to
Poetic Mutterings & Meanderings
A 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 Me
Her 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 faÁade 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 Muses
If you never saw me, would you place judgement on me? Would you give me the chance to get to know you ? If I am ugly , would you be able to tell just by talking to me ? Could you spare your time and take a chance with me ? Would you believe me if you could not look at me ? If you could see me , would it change anything you heard ? If you found out that you like me, would it change if you saw me ? would you trust your heart to find what your missing ? if you fell in love with me, would you hate me if i wasn't what you thought ? Could you live with the decision that you made after you knew the truth ? Would you still love me even if i was not the man of your dreams ? If I was that man , would it change the way you feel about me ? If I told you I have strong feelings for you, would you believe it ? Would you be able to develop feelings for me if you never truly met me ? If I told you that I need you, and want to be with you would feel the same ? Could you allow yourself
Poetry
You 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 donít 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
Poetry
Happy 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
Poetry
What I wish for you, my sweet Havanna? What I wish for you, my sweet Havanna? A world of passion, a heart of gold! Open arms, peaceful soul, In your comming future, happyness for ever! My sweet Havanna, this is what I wish you. Dreams of ever lasting love Strength for you to win. All your glory days, happy they remain, Lighting up your heart, always being loved, My sweet Havanna, this is what I wish you. The angel of love, the angel of peace, Above your head always guarding you, Taste of happynes, of the heaven's sky, Arms of peacefull angels. My sweet Havanna, this is what I wish you. What I wish for you, my sweet Havanna? Be a happy bride, wife amor! May your household live in ever lasting peace Like the night's stars, like the morning sun rise, Ever lasting life, glory, happyness, Heart of gold, soul of steel, Dreams of bravery, pride and joy, My sweet Havanna, this is what I wish you!
Poetry
It days like these where i really think If I will ever be able to stay happy. I know i am still young and have a full life ahead of me and all but really.. whats so wrong with trying to be happy now? I guess for some people it comes easier then others. All the time I have went and tried to find a girl for me it always ends up the same with me and unhappy. This time i was not looking but this one come with its own new problems and I really don't know what i should do. I have not felt this happy in years but still at the same time I am not sure if i should go with it or be scared. I am really falling for this girl( not more of love but Liking her a lot) When I have spent time with her i cant see anything wrong with her. Yeah she might smoke but for once it does not bother me, does not turn me off or anything.. its like I don't even notice it when i ma around her. I have a smile glued ear to ear the whole time. When I first kissed her nothing else mattered at that point. everything aroun
Poetry
I 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
Poetry
Sitting 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 Again
I asked you to let me know. I've waited so long. You've told me something. It may be true, it may be false. It may be killing me, It may be the end of you. All that I have is, had is, was... Never mine at all. Your answer was never the thing, that I needed to get fucking by. I waited to be coated, in bullshit so deep I could not hear your lies. See the way you turn from my eyes? That tells me they make you wet. The haste of your breath I would, match and exceed. Sacrificing my back to your nails. Carried away by the swells of your chest, loving the way your hips still buck. Spilling inside you. Oh so sweet. Throbbing until you drift on down, sighing until you fall asleep. I wish in my heart to be something more. More than a passing non-existant thought. More than the nothing I seem to be. Couldn't I stroke your heart a while? Give you a chance to care for me. Give you a chance to scream out loud. Give you away to the wolves outsid
Poetry Contest
Poetry
Crystalline 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 Mind
My 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 Dc
Hey Everyone!!! IF any of you are interested in Poetry at all, there is a performance tonight starting at 8pm on U Street in DC. The performers are from HBO's Def Poets and some others. The doors open at 8pm and there are drink specials between 8 and 9 and then the show itself is from 9 to 11. There is a 15 minute intermission in between. It is located at The Attic Lounge on U Street. Hope to see any/everyone that is interested there!!!
Poetry (might Have Nsfw Content)
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Poetry - Faded Away
Faded Away Current mood: awake Category: Writing and Poetry A little boy is walking with flags in his hands suffering a loss that most canít 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 donít 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 sheís crying pain he now understands
Poetry - Not Drug Induced
Not drug induced Current mood: awake Category: Writing and Poetry You titillate my mind much like the champaign bubbles slowly creeping in ones head leaving them wanting for just one more taste Cheshire grins hiding in the tree limbs of the willow in my soul making me smile lavishly and think of dirty foreplay I can close my eyes and see you running your fingers through my long blond hair whispering, "Baby, did you watch the Colbert report last night".
Poetry - Ode To The Beatniks
Legends Current mood: artistic Category: Writing and Poetry It's true what the dead say about the silver lining and it's touch of grey The Grey in this case is that: Legends die. The silver: They got to live. Cassady somehow always had his fast fingers in it. Bridging the generational gap. Taking the furthest even further. You dig? Kesey and his intrepid travelers. Bill and his syringe in some bathroom. Oh, and Allen with Flowers in his hair. Owsley and his bear. Jerry was on the bus. You dig? They got to live. Did you?!? Currently reading : The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test By Tom Wolfe Release date: 05 October, 1999
The Poet In Me Is Alive Again Thanks To My Soulmat And The Love Of My Life
Poetry
My Lady...My Love, I awake every morning with you at my side Often times I just lay looking at you With each new day my love continues to grow And I'm blessed by all the things you do. There are not enough words to discribe my love Only that in God we have become one No one could ever separate what we have For what God has joined can't be undone. In 8 years we've not ever had a 'fight' People find that hard to believe these days But they don't have what we have together Because we do things a very different way. We invited God to be the center of our wedding And placed our marriage into His guiding hands He was the One that brought us together With a love that will continue and forever stand. I love you more today than yesterday, but less than I will tomorrow...tjg
Poetry
I stand behind the thin sheet of glass Watching my angel from a far I want so badly to be there To share in who you are So much has been taken from you These things I want to help you get back I pound my fists in anger but I'm held back by this fucking glass I fight more than just physically My emotions spinning out of control My body is stuck in one place In another is my soul My heart is no longer with me It was abandoned and left in the trash Somehow it made its way to you While I'm stuck behind the glass A cloud of darkness, surrounded my soul My heart was weary, out of control I needed peace, to see me through When I'd lost all hope, I found you So now I see much brighter days You took all my sadness away I feel the warmth of your candlelight I see it in your eyes tonight When I was weak, you were there Didn't waste time, you showed you care You believe in me, and believe in us
Poetry
My heart was bleeding Lying broken upon the floor It had exploded into tiny pieces The minute he walked out the door. I walked for awhile in the darkness Never veering towards loveís 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 Youíve 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
Poetry
Yet 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
Poetry
Is 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 donít 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 donít 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
Poetry
Why do i feel this way? I am lost inside. No one to turn to. I know that people care but i feel like they don't. Why do i feel this way? Trapped in the unknown. No where to hide. Can you help me? Why do i feel this way? Everyone with there back to me. No ones face do i see. Do they care? I dont think so. Why do i feel this way? Left alone in this cold dark room. No candle for light and no fire for heat. Cold, lonely, and scared. Why do i feel this way? Looking for the answers in this big empty world. Hoping to find the will to go on. Will i ever find the life i so long for? Why do i feel this way? Please tell me why do i feel this way? Most days I wish I was dead. You wouldn't understand even if you were in my head. Life is no game. I feel like its always me that they blame. Sure many a mistakes I have made. But I don't think this is how I should be repaid. Why is life so hard do you know? Maybe I should just end it, maybe I should go. Welcome t
Poetic Mind Of Johnny Chimpo
Words cannot express my love for you So pure, so wonderful and so true Words cannot explain My undying pain The pain I feel when we're apart Like a piece is missing from my heart But there's something you should know before I go on I'm really a flesh eating mutant monkey man from the planet Gorgon Haiku I know, I know. Everyone is real impressed with my poetic prowess. So here ya go. An original Haiku from yours truly. Now now, please save your applause until the very end. LSD leads you To see a cow in a tree Saying Moo moo moo
Poetry
Alot 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
Poetry
What 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 #1
It is a thin line on which we tread, with our bullet-proof hearts open. Seldom do we see the attack at hand, that leaves our paper thin lives so broken. The weight of the world is pressing down I can feel it breaking my spine. So now upon the wrist of the world I cut along the dotted line. I know you but by pictures, just what you want me to know. We've never even talked, but what is conversation with a faceless person? You know me as the same, the pictures and blogs and anything else I choose to show you. We are the same, you and I, and I doubt you even know that I want you. You may hear in my song, or read in my poem these feelings and thoughts that torment me. There is no cure for unrequited love, just a pain that sings over us all untill we curl up in the corner waiting for the end to come, and our lives to finally be! No! I will not be just another statistic, I will not be another casualty in the war against ourse
Poetry I Have Been Working On
Jealousy... 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 Sunshine
She 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..
Poetry
It Was You By Scot Wing Dreams are but a reflection of the soul A picture of the innermost fires of our minds A place that puts reality into our darkest secrets And my dreams are of you. In the stillness of the dark night As I lay, alone, a corpse in time The visions, the dancing lights, the angel of sleep Arrives to carry me gently away It is your face that I see before me Eyes afire lips pursed into eternal whisper Such sweet voice singing glorious song It is your warm lips and gentle touch That sends shivers to the very core of my soul That speeds my heart and stills my breath It is you that wakes me in the dark night With shuddering gasp blended with deep sigh Your name is upon my lips, to you my arms reach out Then slowly, as sad and heavy eyes open I look around at the quiet room Salty dewdrops burn stains on my cheek As alone I lie back down to dream again. The Spring By Scot Wing I was down at the river
Poetry
Only For The Day If God would grant me one wish Iíd pray; The chance to hold you in my arms, If only for the day. Weíd walk along lifeís long highway Sharing all our hopes and dreams Arm in arm weíd fall in love If only for the day. Iíd take your hand and kiss your lips Chasing all your doubts away Begging God to forget I asked only for the day. Iíd take you places youíve never been hoping that youíd 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.
Poetry
In a starry sky I call out for you, hoping you hear my prayer, Hoping your staring at the same celestial sky, Wanting to feel you there. Dreaming of a new life, I see a falling star, I close my eyes and make my wish, That distance wasn't so far. I pray that angel wings will carry you, As I wait with my arms wide open, Until then I'll hold you in a special place in my heart, Until we can be together again. I know that love will bind us together, In a circle that has no end, Until that circle is completed to a heart, I will wait for my life to begin.
Poetry
Can'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
Poetry
Here I lay, beat, battered and broken Because of a woman, so softly spoken She worked so deftly to gain entrance into my heart Then dashed in on the ground into countless shards A warning my brothers this day do I give Never trust a woman with this the most presous of gifts Sheíll ďloveĒ you for a while till sheís 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 theyíve 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 Iíll never trust another either beautiful or bold Iíve cut myself off from love and from lust For by doing this Iíll 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 : Sonnets
Sign 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, Youíll notice something not right About this ghost that is me. There is something disturbing That you just canít pinpoint.; I stand out, focused, In a world thatís a blur, An intense ray of focus, In a word thatís a blur. Blindness Let blindness gather darkness - Let blindness be your light - In darkened halls Or Psycheís street, Let t
Poeta : Rondeau
Invisible 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 : Ballade
Bushís Dead Fresh from the theft of an election And Bushís 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 Bushís 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 thereís economic uncertainty For the coffers have been fully bled With Congressional culpability These are the legions of Bushís Dead. In a shameful State of the Union Playing on fears of security Lies were served as justification To ensure a warís 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 Bushís Dead. Heed well the lessons of this history For leaded American crude runs red From the veins of our precious
Poeta : Sestinas
Ever 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 : Pantum
How 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 Royale
Occasional Lovers I can see the advantages of being occasional lovers Peace, respite and release at the long dayís 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 Sheís 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 : Alphabet
Thermopylae (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 ďDo us honor Eíer Death claims us,Ē rose up their cry ďFor our valorĒ Go tell their cities that they fought well Heroes on the beach they made their stand In battle fierce Spartaís 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 Neíer 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 Persiaís 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 : Triolet
Heights 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 Work
Memoirs 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 boyís 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 donít 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 heíll 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.
Poetry
I'm lost and cannot find my way. I get worse at the passing of each day. People look at me dead in my eyes and do not care. I look back at them and think while we stare. Don't they realize I'm the result of their error and their joy. These people believe what is done is done and leave me as a young boy. They do not help me release the full potential within me. They look at me and what will happen and think that's the way it's suppose to be. The people leave me as a deprived and lonely thing, And in all this world of hurt and pain, I still find one who will sing. I will look familiar, yet different with nothing fancy, not even lace. I say I'm the child you never had, and you yell that it can not be. I'm filled with hurt and pain and things that I can not admit, But the time to change me is here and will come only if you commit. You can fix me because I'm not fully grown. You can help me, or still leave me on my own. I'm your nightmare and dream all wrapped up into one.
Poetry
Harsh 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 canít 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!
Poetry
One 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!
Iíd give anything to see the sun set on the horizon, Iíd do anything to gaze at a full moon in the night sky; Even a rainbow would make me smile, And Iíd love to swim in crystal clear waters Of an untouched sea; Sometimes Iíll 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 Iíd do anything for, As to stand on the highest peak in the world, And look at the sights below; Iíd love to soar on wings above the clouds, Across the bluest skies; Iíd 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 worldís 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 Redouble
Desire † 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 : Choka
Shapers 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 Stuffs
I 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 Wrote
How 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
Poetry
Begone ye screams of silence harbingers of pain Cloaked in isolation you mock in harsh disdain My soul is torn asunder I curse you God of Hell as you pierced my tortured soul what horrors I befell You spoke of quiet solitude to tempt me to your lair then lanced me in my troubled heart to depths of deep despair Nemisis, I beg of thee rise up in righteous ire protect me from Persephone from Hell's eternal fire with all my voice I scream to you protect me from the night Alas in forlorn desperation I journey to the light Banished to mind's coventry I heed the demon's call beckoned by the silent screams I entered Dante's hall I usually don't believe in love at first sight, but when I saw you, you changed me that night. You rearranged the heavens and sorted out the stars, then you asked me, "Can we go out to my car?" I believed you and took your hand, You walked me out there, we sat in your van. You tied my hands and spread my legs far, I can't believe I trusted
Poetry That Came My Way
This delightful take on awakening was sent in a profile comment to me, this morning, by "darkness personified", of Malaysia. She wrote it, too! Marvelous! kissed by the morning sun...i awoke... tickled by it's golden rays running amok... hazy flecks...sashaying in it's glare... the hands of time...stopped and stared... lazily i stretched...and french kissed the breeze... frolicking amongst the billows of the curtains with ease... playing hide and seek...with my waking eyes... the mischievous smile...widening in style... turning...i pressed upon the satin sheet... like a lover's skin...silky and sweet... i pressed my face...into it's fragrance... and fell into it's cool embrace... blowing the lock of hair from my face... watched as it twirled and fell with grace... inhaling deeply...i breathed the beauty in... felt the butterflies fluttering within... such a sensual feeling...i deduced... and i kissed the sun back...amused... ________________ "Darkness per
Poetry
Poetry
Jealousy... 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.
Poetry
Firmly 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 Written
DISCLAIMER: 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
Poetary
i sometimes write poems to help relax or when im down but what ever i feel i hope other can feel it too as i lie here in dead of night i think to my self of a relationship i like to have wheather her hair be dark or light dont mind if she is goth emo or even a chav but as i dream of her face and her heart is warm and loving and true my true love is in gods grace thats when i think of you as i start so settle down to sleep i start to think about this and that but the truth is that your gone so i start to weep and as i start to dream i say " i love you kat" i would just like to say thank you for all the lovely gifts and for wishing me a happy birthday buy sadly i didnt have one as nearly all my forgotten about it only 3 out fo my family wished me a happy birthday by text messaging on my mobile phone and i got 2 birthday cards 1 from my little sister and another from my granmother and a can of larger for a birthday drink not a card or a happy birthday from the per
Poetry
Poetry
Oh 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 Titles
Here 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
Poetry
From the outside looking in She appears to be the perfect wife, mother, sister and friend Always smiling, lending a helping hand No one hears her cry or sees her tears So tired of pretending life is perfect when in fact she wants it all to end.
Poetry By Me
Our undying act of painful ways Our thoughts and words the same Our memories and assorted moments Held captive with an unknown force to blame You've held the light, I could see But blindness has a way, Of finding hearts as lovers part And leads them where it may. Broken is a funny word But then again pain is too Returned, lost, stolen and given So many times anew. Resentful is the word of agony It never lets you sleep And is in your mind, heart, and body As forever you shall keep. Tracing back your familiar walk Like an intoxicating dream Wondering, fumbling, and juggling The many steps between. And then there are the moments The ones you fear the most Of casual occurrence and accidental meets The game of who has become the lowest. Analyzing the reason of, The reason is absurd Sometimes there is no answer To your every spoken word But that's the plan, the idea That is put into our head Of something bigger and better Then we may be able
Poetry
Insanity looms inside the looking glass. It's like a madness stuck on repeat, and I'm lost in the progression! I wonder, what's under the scar tissue? A rollercoaster I've rode too many times. Can I stomach one more go? Today, the black birds lied to me again, mocking me as the wind waged war with my face. All I look foward to is cancer. The cold taste of the grim reaper's porcelin lips. All this talk of the end; are we really pushed to oblivion? His hand is so close, at times I can see his thumbnail. The foot may bring luck, but beware of the hole! is this the dwelling of misfortune? The numbers now haunt me. The worst feeling from the most perfect melody. She gave me the perfect present, with a note that read, "It's yours, at my convience!" The letters drained into a pool of rubies. So close to completion of this creature I'm becoming. How will I handle the pain of burning wings? Smearing a grain of salt into the wound will act as my pain killer. She trembles from the quake, unaware
Poetry Challenge
cheeseburger poetry challenge by LateNiteFantasy© authors note: use the listed seven words and beat this fine and juicy poem. patina frontloader gala sassafras cheeseburger bonehead favorite Cheeseburger Challenger Ah! Cheeseburger, my favorite. Wayne's way, flipped not smashed. Bonehead cooks always squeezing, robbing life from the burger. Or! Make a gala outdoor festivity. Seared patina over sassafras embers. Smash my burger, I'll kick your ass. Juice laden fingers feed the frontloader.
Poetry
open 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. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "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. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Poetry
Life Liberty and The Pursuit of Happiness The Rights that are innate to all mankind Imposing your religion on those whom are different Recreating the history we Fought to Create The independence of a Nation weíve said to be great Fought for the right. The right to fight. To say Oh No Thatís 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 donít give a fuck- Men are created equal it says paragraph two, line one. The most important donít 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. Itís too late to say But Iíve Tried. We enable an evil never seen before. Why are we not fighting our own war? Standing up in more powerful w
Poetry
Heaven 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
Poetry
The perfect woman Doesnít fart Like a trumpet sounding But rather it is released Like sheís gently sighing The perfect woman Doesnít belch Out the word Bulawayo But rather releases it Behind her hand delicate The perfect woman Doesnít sweat Or anything like as vulgar If they overheat The darlings just perspire The perfect woman Doesnít swear Only shit and maybe bloody If they stub their toe Its sod it or even buggeration The perfect woman Doesnít 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 Tides
I will from time to time come across poetic things that capture my mind and ears or streach my soul and heart to beyond the end of time.... I will place things I feel are poetic here or maybe I will get creative and write something for you all but you as my friends and family please feel free to chime in as well.... always love to hear the music of someone else poetic mind and soul
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
Poetry
I 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
Poetry
I 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
Poetry
The 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.
Poetry
Poeta : Open Form
Always 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 Isnít 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 : Windows
Aged 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 : Reflections
I 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 Iím here Such pointless questions I am here because Iím here And I am because I am.
Poeta : Tanka : Doors
Reflected glory In the eyes of those I see Serves to remind me That all lifeís 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 Thatís all we need On this here planet Earth To set us back a thousand years Or more
Poeta : Tanka : On Poeta
When 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 Girls
Long 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 Iím 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 : Cinquains
Helen 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 Forms
I 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
Poetry
Too much time has been wasted in the pursuit of happiness. Along the way there have been great people who have advanced my search. Then there are people that stink of misery. Of course what isn't initially noticed is what brand of misery it is. There is legit misery. Then there is self created misery. The sufferers of this misery are those that I have an issue with. I have met people who enjoy their own self inflicted misery so much that they wallow in it for sheer laziness. After all what would be the point of attempting to change? There are people in my life who are miserable because they so embittered. The world owes them something and they will destroy any and all who come near them to get what they have coming to them. They never seem to see that what they have coming to them is the misery they have put out into the world. The most disillusioned people are the liars and thieves. They are drowning in their own lies. They've told so many lies they begin to believe the
Poetry By Sondra
Love Abandoned † 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....
Poetry
If 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
Poetry
I 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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