Poetry
Mignonne, allons voir si la rose A Cassandre Mignonne, allons voir si la rose Qui ce matin avoit desclose Sa robe de pourpre au Soleil, A point perdu ceste vesprée Les plis de sa robe pourprée, Et son teint au vostre pareil. Las ! voyez comme en peu d'espace, Mignonne, elle a dessus la place Las ! las ses beautez laissé cheoir ! Ô vrayment marastre Nature, Puis qu'une telle fleur ne dure Que du matin jusques au soir ! Donc, si vous me croyez, mignonne, Tandis que vostre âge fleuronne En sa plus verte nouveauté, Cueillez, cueillez vostre jeunesse : Comme à ceste fleur la vieillesse Fera ternir vostre beauté. Between laughs and happy playing My youth was sweet and lucky Among my friends and my family But something was missing The years saw me growing Bringing pain and happiness Many joy and sadness I felt something was missing Life brought me lots of smiling But many times it had gotten rough And it made me get more tough Still something was miss

Poetry
1 Million Light-Years Away From Her Good-bye my love, I will miss you But time has come to soon My love for you will never die I've reached my endless doom I've made mistakes, past transgressions For those that eat me alive And without you, I realize I slowly die inside You make me smile, I grow so fond For everyday that passes From dusk 'til dawn, I have done wrong As Autumn eats the ashes My heart and soul, they are not mine Forever yours to keep For what I've done, I do regret These wounds have cut to deep Yet all I ask, from these words Is just a good-bye kiss One Million Light-Years, Away From You And Still I Love Like This By: Joëy Ðëmon 138 Eating The Ashes My hopeless mind Taunts UR every move As I crush u down... Whilst Eating The Ashes By: Joëy Ðëmon 138 Seldom Silent... Never Heard I'm an open book For u to read the pages Better too understand me Yet u ignore my every word.. I'm good at speak

Poetry
Tear's silently fall from her blue eye's, In the dark praying up to the twinkling skies. Full of fear and pain, Rubbing her tiny hands over blood stain's. Wondering why she was so bad, Always making daddy so mad. She just wanted to be loved, Maybe daddy would be happy if she lived up above. What if God didn't want her? Her little heart and body so tortured. She tried to be good, Was there anyone who understood? In the middle of the night the angel's came to call, This was her last tear drop to fall. In the wind you can hear her say, Daddy I will see you another day. COPYRIGHT (C)2003 Erotica Writings A Voodoo Queen, By Erotica Writings I want to tell you a story of a Voodoo Queen, she was a dark haired beauty that I had ever seen, smooth reddish complexion and her eyes gleamed. Long satin legs with the firmest thighs I had ever seen, mens head turned when she walked by. Women hated her for her beauty and I will tell you why. She could make a man grow old a

Poetry
The sky is blue The grass is green My love for you is true I am seriously missing you Why did you have to leave me? Couldn't you have stayed? I need you sweety Please come back I hope you don't forget me Because I won't to you My heart is now aching It's falling apart There's nothing to live for Just like you said You lured me into your heart and soul Then you just up and left me. If life treats you as one big joke And your successes few Remember that the mighty oak Was once a nut like you. If I left Would you follow? If I tried Would you try too? If you went Would you come with me? If I died Would you die also? If you left I would follow If you tried I would try too If you went I would go with you If you died I would die also.

Poetry & Writing :)
She is desperate. Sniffing around. So hungry...just for a taste. She needs a fix & wants it bad. But it's out of reach. But within eye sight. She doesn't have the money or the heart it would take... It doesn't exist in her mind, body, or soul. Like a disease. It will consume her. Such a tragegy. Such a waste of air. Make sure it wasn't YOU there THE BEGINNING POINT "...if we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready is ready, we shall never begin." ~Ivan Turgenev So many projects sit undone. So many dreams left to live out. So many times I waited too long to say what I needed to say. USE YOUR TALENTS "Oh , my friend, it's not what they take away from you that counts. It's what you do with what you have left." ~Hubert Humphrey What is left??? Some times it feels as if nothing is left. Other days it feels as if nothing can hold me back and that I have lived my life without letting in any of the pain. GIVE IT TIME "Pa

Poetry
he calls her up on the telephone. her sister is the one to pick up. she speaks her words in a lecture. on how she is not old enough. old enough to talk, old enough to listen. old enough to love, old enough to be with him. i looked at you, you turned away. i looked at you, you darkened the day. couldn't see me with those eyes. couldn't give me any time. i looked at you, to the see the world. i looked at you, beautiful girl. couldn't see me with those eyes. couldn't be the one you find. i looked at you, and saw your soul. i looked at you, we'll never know. couldn't see me with those eyes, love never born had just died. couldn't see me with those eyes, love never born, just a lie. the other day i wished i wished that Cupid could help me out. now today i'm in bliss so happy that Cupid could not come down. for if Cupid saw your eyes he would fall as i have. fall far from the sky and try to take your hand.

Poetry
I have been writing poetry for well over 8 years now. Although I do not have as many as I would like there have been bumps in the road that throw the creative frosty beer mug from the bar to the ground. So, I hope that you all like what I write and if you dont please feel free to comment. I am always up for a little constructive criticism. ~Kaylin My friend, I need you now, Please take me by the hand. Stand by me in my hour of need, And take the time to understand. Please take my hand my friend, And lead me from this place. Chase away my doubts and fears, And wipe the tears off of my face. My friend, I cannot stand alone, I need your loving hand to hold. And the warmth of your gentle touch, In my world that's grown so cold. Please be a friend to me, And hold me day by day. Because with your loving hand in mine, I know we'll find the way. "It", makes you almost fearless, to where nothing can hurt you. "It", makes you hold your tongue, until your face turns br

Poetry
I try so hard to escape my past. I wish everyday that these feelings won’t last. I feel like I’m drowning in a sea of sorrows. Fighting to swim to see tomorrow. My will to fight fades more every day. All the beautiful things now seem so gray. Searching for something that I can’t find. Feeling like I’m losing my mind. Will I make it back to where I was? The happiness I remember is all a fuzz. As I float in this sea alone, My memories start to roam. I’ve made it though this once before. Now I pray I can make it once more. When you wake up everyday, Wishing life would go away, Wishing you never saw the sun rise, Praying that you would never open your eyes. Whats the point of going on, When you realize youve been alone all along. You open your heart and care, And they treat you like you arent even there. Everyone you loved for so long, Gone! You ask Where did I go wrong? Everyone makes mistakes right? You now los

Poetry
Blood dripping from her lips, She walked away from her victim. He lay limp on the floor, The venom from her fangs Rapidly flowing through his veins Eager to take effect He begins to shake violently As his body begins to mutate, Slowly and painfully, Transforming him into a creature of the night. He feels an enormous amount of power Flow into his body. The transformation almost complete, He wonders off into the darkness In search for a bite to eat. His new fangs penetrate her breast. Her blood spills into his mouth And he begins to drink greedily. What once was a gentleman Has now become a beast! Surrounded By four cushioned walls. What is this place? Why am I here? There is so much Pressure on my chest, I can’t move my arms, All I can do is Sit here rocking, Back and forth Listening to the voices. Can you hear them? Or is it just me? They are telling me To kill, stab and Rip you open! But alas I am bound by this, This white jacket

Poet
tonight i await thee yet who are you? i have drank the sweet red wine and think of your lips brushing lightly against mine, i peeled silently each petal from a dozen red roses and laid them on my bed who are you? will you come? I call with a whisper I need you I want you to taste you to feel you to be with you to be in you to feel your sweat falling on my face your hair slapping, caressing your teeth slightly pulling the tenderness of my skin as we laugh the silliness of the moment yet hunger screams aloud your name yet I do not hear, who are you who are you... I want to know poet

Poet 2
The Look It is hard to Describe, yet Each time I See it the Softness and warmth, The quiet Countenance, takes my Heart to a place of Peaceful remembrance Of youth spent Chasing the blossom Of a first kiss, The shudder of The first caress The salty taste Of sweat stained bodies In tender embrace It is the look in your eyes Whenever we meet And the fading of it When we depart Your eyes, The look poet

Poetry...
You're my dream,,wish,,N fantasy... You're my joy,,love... & everything I need... But how do you expect me to live... With just me when.. My world revolves around you... How do I breathe... Without you by my side... My heart starts beating triple times... With you on my mind... You know how to appreciate me... If you called... I'd be there in a ♥beat... You were my first kiss... & I want you to be my last... Without you its hard to survive... I want you in my life... By Giiggles©

Poetry
Where the Angel Flies Subtle thoughts and cold lips watching the warmth leaving your body as we kiss Dead leaves fall on what was once a warm embrace Tears roll down my cheeks, lips, and face I release your hand and close my eyes Hoping that you are where the Angel flies Sitting alone the cold, dank, dark Fighting away the demons, devils, and larks They sing for you and what you have done For the terrible creature you have become I fight for you with every last dying breathe Because I know there is good in you, so my soul will not rest I cling to you with crying eyes Because I know you are not where the Angel flies I cannot back down, and I cannot let go To see you lie there listless, my blood will flow With pain in my heart, I beg the gods to hear my cries Take me where the Angel flies Let me show them, and make them see Exactly what you mean to me So that they know how much you did sacrifice And that this terrible turn of events was just a roll of the d

Poetry
Is this what I have to become All my nature and being to be undone Is the cover that entire people can see? Is there a place in this world for people like me? Am I to walk alone? To find no companion no desired attraction no love to be A heart slattern broken, a soul gone dead To walk this world in the world of dread To see the couples link as one To see the passion from the window open wide To see passion I will not know for my self In addition, to bring joy, pleasure, you decide. I guess this is the life for me To watch the world and let it be And know that it is safe to say No one to stand by my side I lay in the ground waiting still for the earth to fill me still cover every inch of me end the torment let me sleep fill the hole in cover me up fill the void do not stop end the pain that comes to all lay me to rest one and all I lay here and wonder is that all there is I lay here and concider how passion dies I lay here and wonder what dark does lie Feel the

Poetry
Sickening twists Forgotten mists Nights in the loam Forever the mind roams And the fingers hit the keys Trying to report what the mind sees Drinks of whisky And darkened thoughts risky Droughts of liquor And loves succor Life rolls on an on Another night another morning sun Looking And digging For the word And the sword Whispers in my head As I prepare for my bed Forever the fight Forever the past's sights Another drink As the cat's bell clinks One more drink yes again I want it to rain Off with the lights A darkness bright Off to take a piss Water hitting waters hiss Off to bed And dreams in the color red STR 2:24am 12-23-04 inside these tears continue to rain the realization of a loss so deep and so painful it only mounts with time building and swirling th realization that i most likely will never feel those arms that held me like no other or see the eyes that would turn me to butter never to kiss th

Poetry
Ageless Dreams Ageless mysteries yet untold Writhing bodies in passion's hold Senses heightened to extreme Like a liquid breathless dream Meeting of two souls enchanted delight Heated rhythms long into the night The sound of breathless cries Silken thoughts and heated sighs Two entwined bodies stolen story An anciednt dance of passion's glory Feeding an enraptured flame Two souls free and untamed One last cry of release The calm of euphoric peace

Poetry
Purest Of Pain (Lesbian Kissing) Current mood: depressed Category: Romance and Relationships http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kzQlrOONzec Give me back my ecstasy. You set my soul on fire, until I'm burning with desire. You light the match that inspires red hot fantasies of you and me, together as two lovers should be. I'm intoxicated by your scalding touch, and I never knew I could hunger so much. You move my heart like a fine work of art, but you fuel my soul until the fire rages out of control, and I'm lost to fantasies of you and me, together as two lovers should be. I need to feel your heat, and lose myself to kisses so sweet. This lonely heart cries out for you, begging for a rendezvous. I'll get no rest until I can still, a passion that remains volatile from red hot fantasies of you and me, together as two lovers should be. I know our spark could never miss, when I draw fire from your kiss and consume your body with fiery nips of del

Poetry
Magic of Love Love is like magic and it will always be, for love still remains lifes sweet mystery! Love works in ways that are wonderful and strange and there is nothing in life that love cannot change! Love can transfer from the most common place into beauty and splendor and sweetness and grace! Love is the answer that everyone seeks... love is the language that everyone speaks! Love can't be bought it's priceless and free love is like pure magic it's lifes sweet mystery! When You Thought I Wasn't Looking When you thought I wasn't looking, I felt you kiss me good night, And I felt loved. When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears come from your eyes, And I learned that sometimes things hurt, But it's all right to cry. When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you cared And I wanted to be everything that I could be. When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked ... And wanted to say thanks for all the things I saw When you thought I wasn

Poetry
Stop! Start listening! Shut the hell up and read my lips! Just leave me the hell alone! Stop telling me what to do! I'll live my life the way I want to, I think and I feel the way it damn pleases me!!! Let me drown in despair, within the very dark corners of my soul! It doesn't matter what you want! It's my life to live it or leave it, It's none of your damned business! Keep away from my sorrow, From my anger and rage go astray. I don't want anyone around! You're not to do a thing about me For that is simply nothing you can do. That is nothing you can say to make me smile, No joke, no word or sentence will keep me From feeling that I could never be more lonely. So just stop! Just stop to listen Because nothing more is there to do. Listen to the pain that runs within my empty heart and veins, To the hurting that causes my confused mind to hurt. Stop trying to show me your way For it is not mine to run it. My feet walk only the path my mind tells

Poetz Thoughts In Motion...
The part of speech that expresses existence, action, or occurrence in most languages. I am action, I am expression, The words used to move the world. I am more than just who, when, and where. I give that who, when, and where an existence. I can be cooperative, or resistent. Use me in major form, infinitive, phrasal, transitive, or reflexive. I take and connect words that would no other way be connective. I do all this, and still... No one really knows I even work this hard. To bring grammer and words together to make something occur. Most forgotten about me, but you have to admit, I can't be ignored. You doodle me on your notebooks when you're bored: {I LOVE John}, or {I HATE Bill}. You hear me in gossip and news: {Sue MARRIED Doug}, or {Sally KILLED Will}. I'm so damn talented, I can stand alone and still be equally as strong. No matter how you speak, you can never use me wrong. I'm in every language, every slang, every terminology made To be used to link one pe

Poetry... Yack!
The journey through life is tough, and no one knows when it's our time to have peace in our souls. Then you come to a path that is filled with lush gardens ...full of bright and endless sunny days that are warm and loving, and none of the pain and suffering seems to matter anymore. A life that seemed so old and reckless gets a new breath and a rejuvenated heartbeat. all that had your face wet with tears, and your spirit bound to be broken has found its way to a place where all that is there is love that you've yearned for, the fire that burned in your mind has found its spark,... so come into my garden and sip from my love, a taste of ecstasy that was unknown has flared through out you.... feel the energy flow through you as we create a new beginning.... You’re the most beautiful thing in the sea. You eyes wide open and your heart is not free. So sweetly you give you heart and I am on fire As your desire fills me up, As I melt in your words…. You take my breath away…..

Poetry
Dream of me if for a moment of crazy talks and moonlight walks and gentle, tender kisses Dream of me dancing in the rain carefree,laughing ready to embrace life Dream of me in your sad moments smiling a warm hello so close, yet far Dream of me if for a moment keep me close to your heart as you are in mine Dream of moments we will miss but our friendship will not part it was sealed with a kiss they call me the traveler a many yrs i roam to find the captive of my heart a soulmate of my own he comes to me in silence he haunts me in my dreams with a promise of the future and passion from his eyes that gleam Now the magic has taken hold my fears are placed behind I freely give my soul yet the story is uncertain this dream has not awakened forever is the feeling, love is my drug Its days since i've last seen him and my heart is beating, still wait until eternity, keep traveling, i will For the day has not been brought forth w

Poet 3
Taste is it the taste of coffee on their lips, or the smell of their hair in the morning is it how their sweat falls across your face as they labor on top of you, mid-night on a whim is it the slight pressure of their fingertips as they balance between tenderness and arousal is it the sound of their whisper in your ear or its absence that is the loudest poet

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Poetry
Alone and weeping wondering pondering is happiness real? feeling cheap and unimportant unneeded unwanted confused and crying hopeless now overcome emotions raging BREAKDOWN tears streaming reality sets in never first always close but so far away My body lies on the rocks As the waves creep in to caress it My soul is in his hands His desires control my destiny Overwhelming emotion fills my heart For it is blinded by his words I cannot see the danger Yet my subconscious knows its there To him I'm just another being There for the sole purpose of pleasing him My feelings mean nothing His wants take priority I know he'll break my heart But still I remain at his side. Somewhere in the midst of loneliness I saw a brightly shining light I felt myself being drawn to it But never once suspected it was you. Somewhere amid my insecurities I saw a solid rock on which to stand I embraced it as a savior But never once suspected it was you. Somewhere in the de

Poetry
A poem written for me..... It's in the middle of the night, I can't even sleep. I'm holding onto my pillow tight, wishing I had you here with me to keep. It's the middle of the night, and I'm pacing around my room, thinking of you as I stare at the moonlight, hoping that I get to see you soon. It's the middle of the night, and time is going by very slow. The stars in the sky are shining bright, which brings my eyes a glow. It's in the middle of the night, I begin to long to kiss your lips... wanting to taste your lips, for the first time... bringing me thoughts of tenderness and love. Sweetie...a woman like you, is my every dream come true. I'm glad that I've gotten to know you. Beto Ty! I love it! This is so sweet...xoxo ~Exe Another poem from Beto...xoxo Your Personality Is My Inspiration No one has inspired me, as well as you do. You're the first thought on my mind when I wake, and you're the last thought when I sleep. You

Poetry
Foolish-a poem upon reflection, sent via text message. Roses are red Violets are blue The sky it turns purple When seen from your view This woman, she is foolish This man, he is wise This evening, it is pleasant This moment, a surprise ... The receiver's text response. ... Shamrocks are green daffodils are yellow St. Patty's Day was fun, Relaxing and mellow This woman, not foolish This man, not wise Experience our teacher Happily we live our lives. ... More boys need to write me poetry. 9/13/08 1:32 am Slack-jawed, you slowly take a few more shallow breaths. The moment no one waits for and everyone waits for is here. Your eyes fly open, awed by something this grieving, blurry-eyed youth cannot see. Did She come to greet you? Did She take you by the hand and tell you it's alright? Whatever beautiful sight you beheld is gone, and you with it. Now, your flat eyes stare at nothing. The body that betrayed you lays still. Ch

Poetry
You left this world With no reason why You were my better half The one who completes me You cut your life short Without saying goodbye My heart ripped in two This life we could have had Is no longer possible This pain in my heart Is so real in my life Every time I close my eyes I see your smiling face I know your in a better place And I know I'll see you again So wait for me inside Heaven's gate And I'll find you when it's time to come home. Rest In Peace David Lee Turner.... I will always love you. glitter-graphics.com

Poetess Side Of Me
Thoughts Of You You're in my thoughts day and night in my dreams my soul takes flight. Carrying me right to your side; where my eyes show you the love I feel inside Only what my heart has tried to deny ; but lost the strength to hide Afraid to love you because of Other women in your life that has Had the pleasure of your touch. I want to be more then just another lover drifting aimless in and out of your bed. I want more from the man I adore; I want to feel complete, with out you that may never be I would take all you give and want more . Does it make me selfish ? To want you to only want me. My body cries out every night For your sensuous caress. Take me my love sear my flesh Brand my lips with a Heavenly Bliss. Mark them forever as your own Let us lie down in a soft meadow of blue, yellow and green. Making love in a bed of wild flowers Fulfilling every wish and

Poetry: From Dark To Light
People see the darkest point As that which haunts their life I say the bottom hits When your mind can not see the light My mind is tired of consequence Of a fault that's not my own For pain impressed upon me When respect is all that was shown I'm lost in thoughts unaccounted for That haunt my very soul I wonder where they've wandered to But I guess it's not for me to know I gave up too much of myself When there was nothing for me to do I let go of who I was Because I was scared of you Kick me, hit me Force me to scream Then cut off my air supply because you didn't want to hear me You've never had respect for me And i given you my best years All you given in return Is a lifetime of fear I'm done with you, It's over! I want to finally be me I want to smile again and laugh again And be the person I used to be I'm lost in thoughts unaccounted for They hurt my tortured soul I wonder where they've wandered to But I guess I'll never know I sit here no

Poet
~human underneath my skin~ do you see me? is that what you said? really the girl with a heart...offering it to you when you laugh? im not dead! do you see me? do you know what you mean...what you hold in your hands is not a plaything please show yourself to me i need to know what you see...toss me aside i see your intentions you cant hide...i cant let you hurt this heart of mine im losing the pieces each time...i dont want it back just toss it away im tired of letting my heart hurt me everyday...my soul is lost you took it away...keep what i gave you and give it away...nothing more of me is left for you...dont stay...im damaged from loving too much my pain you can not touch...i may cover the damage you have done but my hearts downfall has already begun. i have come often to points of confusion in situations that easily bored me...one of those very things seems to be the never ending cycle of players vs. true hearts...players have a bad rep but they do because they are sucessful at t

Poetry
Im the lord of the underworld death is my name I don black walking with my cane Tehy call me the hidden one Its not the same You have the tools I have the power We all come from the tree Im the father you are the child come with me and you will be free We walk amoung you yes its true I wear the hat and they call me blue... MSL Dragons fly so high their bodies filling the skies. feeling the air on their face it gives them the feeling giving them a high The ground breaking speed that they face putting them in the air watching them like a race. Wings spread wide the sunlight glissens off its scaley hide. The feeling The Rush The body in the sky I just want to fly like a dragon in the sky. Wins in my face feeling my heartbeat race. The feeling The rush I just want to fly like a dragon in the sky. MSL We walk among you stride for stride within your hearts you will find your not alone in this world we stand beside you time to time bringing joy and

Poetry
Memory of her by: mommacat He left her the other day and he left her alone. Dropped her hand in a sad way, cause he knew he’d be gone. He didn’t want to leave her, didn’t want to go to war Then he knew that he had to be on his own. Giving his life to god to protect him through the evil. Hoping that soon, he would get to go home. Walking through the darkness praying for light. He’s scared and he is sad, when he’s alone He was gripping the gun the other night, When he laid his head against the pillow. Clinging to dear life and the memory of her The sweet sense of her came through. Even though he is in another world He clings tighter to his pillow, missing his girl. He never wanted to leave her that day alone in the room Right now with every step, he feels like the lone lost groom. Hoping to get back to his bride, one afternoon. Kiss her and greet her, giving her one big swoon. Telling her how much he loved her, ever since he left. Taking in more memories of

Poetry
I write about heartbreak sorrow and tears, Relationships over the years. Memories both happy and sad Memoarable times I've had Relationships that start and end Always needing a good friend. as I write I leave u with one thought Poetry can be written, but Imagination can never be taught. Nice girls are always are put to shame, when others assume they due the same. Noone can see what's really inside, but just a nice girl who always has to hide. Were never aloud to show anyone how we really feel, always being told to shut up and what's the big deal! No one really knows the real girl inside, always feeling trapped, and brushed to the side. Never feeling wanted or needed when were around, Always feeling helpless and lost never to be found. Does this mean we should change and become someone else? Ha Ha Ha Yeah Right like anyone would notice! JUST BE YOURSELF

Poetry
a red river of hearbreak pours from my open wound so frail and weak i reach for your hand but you are not there you have left me to bleed, alone and cold i look for shelter struggling to make it through the day one day you will see my feelings are true one day you will see i truly need you my heart will mend, life will go on without you in my life.... Im just wandering on life seems so dim, the nights ...too long, i wonder if i will ever feel again a love so strong my pain shall subside my tears will dry but until then, Ill continue to cry i need something to hold on to something real do you still love me? Do you care? Do you feel? Ill hold you in my thoughts until the night comes then ill dream of better times when we both were in love. Our lips to meet, A thought so sweet Your hands in mine The thought divine A soothing touch A sweet embrace A tender kiss Upon my face Tell me you love me With just one kiss M

Poetry My Babi Made 4 Me......
My babi wrote this 4 me............ What is it about you that makes the guys want to know more about you is it your style, your smile or just the way you carry yourself that drives them wild? Or is it your charisma that makes them drool with desire or is it your sultry voice that makes them burn like fire. What is it about you that makes them jump? Is it the sway in your hips or the junk in your trunk? But whatever it is it has them wanting to jump to you to give you a shout out so bring that thing you do this way so we can work it out. Now I’m no playa or a pimp but the game you spit has got most walking around with a limp you broke there spirit you provoke there desire but whatever you did I would like to walk into the fire to see what it is you got that has them hooked or crazed with desire. Is it the way you hold a conversation or is how you can use your persuasion to get a man to do what you like? All I know is you definitly got my attention so now that we b

Poetry (untitled)
This one was kinda dark but I tried to pick it up a little at the end. I'm not trying to look at the subject matter but just the way I actually word the piece. Perpetual death has doomed me to living an existance not of my original form. I was violently torn from reality and thrust into a dark place. A man when he dies is supposed to cease all function, his body being a shell for only his soul, useless and forgotten. My shell keeps moving, keeping my soul locked inside refusing to give up, strangling me. I laugh at sights that bring bile to the throats of other people. I comfort myself by scoffing at their "weakness". Perhaps though they are the ones who are truly strong. They are not the ones torn in half by a war between the heart and mind. Everything they are told they do. I am the one that defies logic and stupifies those around me. They watch me go through life with their mouths agape in grotesque horror wondering what will happen next. The light at the end

Poetryy
is this real? all the pain i feel? is this the life im destined to live? dont you think its been fulfilled? why is it that no matter how much i sacrifice or how much i go through its never satisfying enough for you? like you always need a little more a little more blood a few more tears a little less love and a whole lotta hate ive been taken from heaven and placed at this gate... the decision is mine do i take it or hide? but instead .. i swallow my pride i open the gate , and face my fate consumed by the fire .. infatuated with the pain lost in this world never to be seen again fuck broken, im shattered all the peices scattered not that it even matters but its too much for me to handle lost my grip on life it just faded.. slipped away with no answer voices always telling me jus live for today but i cant keep my mind out the past it has a tendency to sneak up & knock me on my ass i fight it with no desire to win its become too much work... to keep

Poetry
I sit back and wonder What am i searching for Is it love, happyness, money. I wonder why things happen the way they do I search for acceptance not in friends but in life itself. I search for the sunshine in the midst of a thunderstorm I search for the rainbow that appears in a clearing I search for afterlife of a disturbed life. I search for the love you can only get from another I search for the intangible things only to find the tangible things that you have no need for. Life, Love, and happyness appear to be but a piece of coal left burning after a fire. only to fade in to nothing as time passes. and all will become dark again. I'm tired of searching. In the darkness of night feelings of loneliness appear fear of emptiness rings near as you walk through the blackness you feel nothing you hear nothing you search for what once was there No Luck but deep down you know its there there

Poetry4
this woman i just met, equal, even, shes scared and yet bold brash, no rough edges, kind and sweet, the one mother would meet, very sharp, testing maybe searching for that equal

"poetry"
I enetered a contest to get an auto 11. I thought what the heck ..lol. Click on the pic below to "RATE" the most rates i get the better! Thank you..Hugs! Make sure you click the pic! lol ~*~ MY GIFT OF LOVE ~*~ Do I not care of whom my heart beats for. Do I not care of what my heart sings. Do I not care of whom I adore. This thing I know for sure…. I get butterflies when you walk into a room, I smile cause you brighten my heart, I smile every time I think of you, I walk as if you were walking by my side, I dance as if the music is playing just for us two, When I wake up you are my sun, When I sleep you are my moon, When I dream you are my stars, As I cry you are the one that wipes my tears, As I am saddened you are the one to hold my hand, As I fall you are the one to lift me up, As I ache you are the one to ease my pain, To hold you would be but a dream, You are the better half of me, With all this you will always be apart of me. Forever and ev

Poetry For My Love
Pain Never Forgotten, Love Never Expected Could this be what Iv always wanted I could have sworn I was unwanted For many years the pain was there I cried every time my heart would tear With every end I felt the reason lied within me Wishing to mend to find love but none would let it be With every lie and usage worthlessness grew within me Wishing these misleads would die away along with thee Never did I give up my search nor did I end my life My longing has ended at last away with my strife I have found love that was never expected Pain never forgotten Love never expected She has come to me in my time of need My wounds would heal pain would recede My pain would never be forgotten This unexpected love will be remembered Vanessa My Love How many years has it been…how many days have passed Since I began my search…where have you been How my heart has ached…how my tears have fled Since I began my search where have you been Vanessa My Love The pain I have

Poetry5
I look into your eyes, truth, hurt, excitement, and confussion all at once, a jumble of feelings and worries for you to deal with, happiness, honesty, integrity, things you search for and hardly ever find, but you search non the less, a trek, a journey, seems so everlasting, you forget the goal, the endstate, and just put up with the game

Poetic
I build my life around her with such straight,love. there's no one in the world that can stand between my love for her. I'll embrace her and hold her close to my heart. Because she is my life, someday hope she'll be my wife. she is my everything. And for that! my love will never die! She's my hopes and my dreams. She my best friend,my lover. She the one I would enjoy to come home too every night. with a smile on my face and a kiss for her for being the wonderful women she is. As for this I will never let her down. Because I am sensually consumed by her ever lasting love for me. in memory of my first love.

Poetry Tell Me What U Think Good Bad
She sits and waits waits for anything something to happen to let her know she is not alone that there is someone that loves her then she hears it a knock on the door she get up to see who it could be but no one is there then she hears it again and again then she hers a voice softly say "i am here" she weeps because the voice is her lovers who died just a week ago he again repeats "I am here" her crying gets heavier and heavier then he says "why r u crying someone loves u i love u" she begins to calm down and tells him that she cant go on with out him. he turns to her touches her check softly she knows he must go but she does not want him to but it is too late he disappears into the air she starts to weep harder now then out of no were one single red rose falls in front of her with a note that says that if u ever need me i will all ways be in the rose she puts the rose away now an old women on her death bed she tells her daughter about that night and the rose she

Poetry
Sorrow has visited me again Accompanied by his friend Pain, And to prove so the tears Roll down my face. At this Sorrow leers And to Pain it's no disgrace. Written by Jonathan B. Doyle, 1983, Berlin, Germany Who are you, this new person that I've just met? It's strange to me to find someone like you, and yet It's a pleasure that's beyond description. Written by Jonathan B. Doyle for Fubar friend Slirpa in 2008. :-) A darkness deep, like that of night, Quickly overtook my Joy's flight, And brought it back to Earth again To face unkind, immortal Pain. Joy is mortal - 't will always die, And when I ask the question, "Why Must this always have to be so?" Experience always lets me know. written by Jonathan B. Doyle, 1983, Berlin, Germany

Poetry
Little one how are you? For I am blue. Little one do you cry? for tears run out my eyes Little one are you cold? For I never held you close Little one are you hungry? For I never nursed you once Little one who are you? for I never got to give you a name Little one are you lonely? don't be for I still love you Dedicated to my baby lost 11 years ago this month. Oct 2008

Poetry
I hear the trumpet sound But no one's arriving I hear the cries for a savior But its not Christ they're yearning What of a world that seeks love no longer? What of a world that finds pride in anger? All I know is I cannot pray while you cry so selfishly When you know it's the fire that will make you stronger Justify As the child raises his hand against his mother Criticize While we silently betray each other Walking with legs that yearn a different direction I cry to you for a different version of this disaster For the evil that has raised us towards separation No longer has the power Yet I lie here naked with no shadow And the fire I have lit seems to grow so dim So tell me again where is this serenity you speak of? Lead me away from sin.

Poety
PHENOMENAL WOMAN. Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenom

Poetry
Abandoned the need for love, a need that was exploited and twisted and turned to something foul the tourtured last moment of life that should have been the ending but was the beginning of the diakka. *Authors note: Diakka = evil spirit/a spirit in general mostly evil though (gypsy language) Tears of pain and lust Stain the color of his eyes A choked reply I don't want to hurt you To the question unasked Burden my heart? We both have other Great loves Friends we will always be A shared night of intimate torture Colors burst forth Green and yellow merge The want of another In future days to come And strengthen our bond This outflow of essense The bite of your teeth The lick of your tongue The taste of life Is a friend's love. 5/4/2004 I wish I knew what I could do I want to be yours But times like this when she is here I don't feel like I am yours. Last night I didn't either. All I wanted was to curl around your legs for comfort

Poetry
The act of forbidden love Such betrayal and lies The knife is sharp The blood is dripping from the heart How to fix such chaos To bend the rules Oh such sorrow for the suffering They can't go back We can't change the past So the tears will not help There will be no more sorries An act of true love The fate of two people Are they destined to be? Its already known in the hearts The hearts of two Always one will get hurt So this forbidden love Is this possibly the true love? Are they denying fate? Fate can't lose it always wins They will lose They do belong Now all they do is wait Written and Created by: KMD Untwist the desires The sprial trouble spinning out of control The storm is coming in There is silence Only the drop of the rain can be heard Oh bloody hand as we can see What has happened? The door flew open but no sound was heard written and created by me

Poetry
We get on each others nerves Don’t always see eye to eye I find we’re much too sensitive Not always in tune with the others needs What makes us so special Why do we think we’re meant to be It ends up being very simple Surprising for you and me Strip away all the emotions Resentment, pride, sadness, anger Nothing left but the core There is no doubt our love is pure It’s not only how we feel When things are going well But how we come together Rise above the bad and start to heal While looking at photos of the crew My mood changes to a brighter shade of blue Their innocent eyes and cherished faces Serve as dad's much needed oasis These hold me over and justify my choices Till the next time I hear their wonderful voices Although it may only be a few hours It helps to recharge my super dad powers And for those times when they're gone for days I relish in the memories to survive the grey To keep my faith and remain strong Knowing they'll retu

Poetry A Dieing Art
Long ago in a not so distant past there was an art form known as poetry, It was a beautiful self expression of passion and emotion used to express one's inner most feelings. But now its seems no one has the time or care to grace the world with there unique point of view which is what poetry does. But if people did would someone stop to take the time to read it...... to see it from someone elses point of view???? Is poetry a dieing art or is it still alive?????

Poetry
Candles flicker softly on a table set for two There's no one on the earth tonight except for me and you A nice romantic dinner and a bottle of chilled wine And we are here together in a moment stopped in time A love so few have ever known and this is its birth night Alone within our little world, you and I and candlelight So soon we will set free the feelings that we want to share And I am held here spellbound by your laughter in the air Thoughts of love like falling leaves Swirling in the autumn breeze Flow in our minds and in our eyes A tender look and longing sighs We touch and as the fire starts That we have kindled in our hearts We kiss and here the angels sing As heavens gift to me, you bring No more to live my life alone And in your soul I found my home At peace within your loving arms Captivated by your charms And happily I'd die for you Here at this table set for two I am a lost soul. Searching for a light that should shine. My worl

Poeta : Various Repeating French Forms
Protest #9 We don’t need no fucking Leader We want a Servant Number One We don’t want the privileged son Of a Presidential failure. We don’t need a pious Pretender Of a National Corporation We don’t need no fucking Leader We want a servant, number one. We don’t need a Homeland Terror Or an amended Constitution What we need is a revolution To claim once again our future We don’t need no fucking Leader We want a Servant Number One. Obsidian Eyes A Rondelet So heavenly, Like the diamonds that grace the sky. So heavenly, In their obsidian beauty, That I could scarce suppress a sigh And my heart was wont to fly. So heavenly… 8-9-00 Good Morning (a Roundel) Good morning my beautiful Gypsy Rose I kissed you last night while dreaming a sacred dream that no one else knows good morning I awoke with a smile bright beaming then I saw on my floor your clothes now I’m not sure if I was just dreaming But remembering last night’s passion

Poetry And Creative Musings
I figured I'd kick this off with one of my favorite poems. I wrote this in high school, so it's not the greatest, but it has much sentimental meaning to me. Enjoy :) Beauty I dream of all I want to be The girl in the picture That everyone wants to see The tanned satin skin And shimmering blonde hair The perfect figure With a perfect face I look at myself In my bedroom mirror Could it be That I am no less than she? I stand there In all my nakedness And stare.... Slowly I see The milk white of my skin And my crown of dark curly hair The smooth curl of my shoulders And the soft fullness of my breast The roundness of my hips And the curved shape of my legs I see for the first time What it is I really am Without the make-up And fancy clothes I see myself and find That I am beautiful, too.... SEH (copyright) Hello and welcome to my poetry blog. I've been writing poetry for 17 years now. It is one of my many passions. I would love to share it

Poetry
You were always searching for a place to stayWhere special emotion is bestowed everydayWhere you can find love that can never be wrongWith a person you've been waiting for so long...If you can't find the right place you're looking forIf love you're expecting is always closing it's doorJust turn your head back to where I standI'm here to catch you, just take my hand...Let me show you the love you've never had beforeWhere pure love resides and acceptance forevermoreClose your eyes, hold my hand, I'll show you the wayYou only have to choose if you'll stay or walk away...In this place of mine there is no fancy thingsOnly love that is beating, you just feel the rhythmThis place I call my heart, I reserve to someone trueSo if you can't find love, I'll open it and share with you...I hope someday, all your pain will subside....I hope someday, you know the love I have inside...                          I want to share it with you..because right from the start....You've always had a special pl

Poetry For My Son
This is a personal poem for my son. In hopes that one day the grips that my family have on our relationship will be loosened. That we are able to at least just sit and talk with out the restraints of all the pain and hurt caused to the both of us. No matter what is said, I love you; I look forward to our relationship being restored. We have had our struggles since day one; Before your life had even begun. I have always been your silent cheerleader from the back of the bleachers; Even though I have not been a lifes teacher. No matter what is said, I love you You did not ask for any of this, that I'm sure. I hope one day we can sit and talk about the things that matter; Being able to tear down the walls and watch them shatter. I'm sorry for the way things are; Like a twisted melody from a broken stringed guitar. No matter what is said I love you; The struggles that my mother and I have do not need to rear its ugly head at you anymore. I apologize for all the pain thi

Poetry
An angel's eyes in an angel's face, Solumn words on pouty lips. Sychronicity in such a place, Harsh history can't eclipse. Bringing down a thing you can't understand, You hide in fear again. Running from a trusting hand, Hiding from the "where?" and "when?" Alone forever if you can't accept, Lost in a vast sea. Solitude is the friend you kept, Afraid of the real one you found in me. You were 2 good 2 b true, Which makes me 2 good 4 u. I'm so much more complex, Then the sum of all my parts. An empty girl, filled With hopes and dreams. Sitting dark-eyed in the rain, and praying for relief. How can I say those dark things, floating just beneath the surface? How can I ask you to share my pain, when we've only begun to share the light? How could I spread this stain on my soul? So I sit in silence, and hope you can see beneath. Wanting so badly to fill the void, but not wanting to chase you away. Too late for that I fear, your already edging for the d

Poetry I Like
William Ernest Henley. 1849–1903 7. Invictus OUT of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance 5 I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, 10 And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: 15 I am the captain of my soul. Douglas Hyde. 1860– 34. I Shall Not Die for Thee FOR thee, I shall not die, Woman of high fame and name; Foolish men thou mayest slay I and they are not the same. Why should I expire 5 For the fire of an eye, Slender waist or swan-like limb,

Poetry
I tense up when your around I feel like a fool but you knew I knew Trying to play - I'm in the way I avoid your eyes, your angry Not exactly with me, just with what I see I can smile and joke... inside I'm choking and dying a death Your anger covers your eyes, it makes you blind I wish you could see I wish you could feel how I do You would understand then You would understand how you hurt me How I hurt myself I wish you could... Maybe it was a mistake, letting you know how I feel You walked by, I want to cry but force a smile Your beauty can charm and it throws me off guard Shivers to my very being I wish you could feel what's pulling me to you... or was it intentional? I wish I could stand in front of you and express from the heart how I want to be a part of you. I'm shaky inside, I want to hide but I can't do that to you. I write a note... to a joke... The words where said The ones you read Never too seriously did you take them to heart but

Poetry-1
I cannot change you. You cannot change me. We can only change what we perceive. But in doing so It may all become unreal, Not part of the deal, Not following the drill. So when you look at my face, See deep into my soul, Remember, I am only Who your mind wants to behold. If you don't like what you see, Look inside yourself. Don't blame me. For in this life I am To be Free. Free from the faces you place upon me. Free from the attitudes you seem to see. Free from your chaos, your disunity. Free faces. Leave me be To my Faces of Peace. To you I give all that I am Its because of you I am a better woman So many rainy days have come and gone In your arms I feel safe and that I belong When I awake I have thoughts of love I envision you're smile, could you really be the one I do not know just what I want But when I'm with you, I feel the love Thoughts like these play with my heart There's something about you that made me put down

Poetry
i don't understand how a guy can call himself a dad when he's NEVER around. i mean really is it too much to ask that you take care of your kids? cuz my sister sure as hell didn't climb on top of her self to get pregnant. do you have any idea how much these kids love you? and you seriously don't deserve their love. i have to bite my tongue when they ask about you and want me to tell them why their daddy hasn't come to pick his son up from school today or why he hasn't come to see him or his sister. sadly they'll know too soon what a real asshole you are until then you can bet your ass they'll be taken care of. because they're my niece and nephew, so they're my life. i love them as if they were my own kids. so don't worry you can continue to play your precious video games, and sleep all fuckin day. but you bet ur ass your kids will always have a place to sleep, food on the table, and clothes on their back. because i'll go broker than broke than to see those kids suffer. oh

Poetry To Ponder (nothing Sexy Here. Lol)
*writing poetry such as this is therapy for me...maybe for you too* Tasting Bullshit Embedded is this curse through my flesh, through my soul of what I am, who I will be I no longer know me anymore. Mutilated thoughts flash before glassy eyes of a past not yet forgotten though I've tried to separate you from the future of my steps It's a nagging symphony of regret. Your still living within me slowly killing the life I once dreamed of care-free ways, timeless days and I still stop and stare wondering if you're waiting there around the corner with your black eyes of hatred. The pleasure of my suffering was your definition of release sated with gnawing sickness of tasting my blood upon your lips when you would kiss me. Strangling thoughts still choke at my throat of unforgettable summers festering in my mind, hazed in smoke and liquor and empty stomachs. Nothing mattered then, everything matters now as I step away from the gates of you lift my scarred fac

Poetry And Wrighting
Tanka a scream in the night, dreams with mighty fright of hate and anger. no soul for comfort, tears roll down her face as she cry's her self to sleep. Time, we chase it, want more of it, always cravying for one more minute , its like being in a time worp on fast forward. we chase after it because we are affraid that someday we may not have it. The gift of sight, we charish it, be greatfull for it, some are not as lucky to enjoy the power of sight. We read everything from words to eyes with our sight , we would be lost without our sight . Smells, smells are wanderfull . If we couldn't smell we couldn't emagine, and if we can't emagine we are not alive, so be greatfull and thankfull for all of what we have. rant life was going to fast spun me round like an aircraft, jeted from here to ther never bieng able to stop; so I exploded. now I'm finding my self piece by piece, but my sanity I could not keep. so in the end life is to fast slow dow

Poets From Today And Yesterday
Shit, tired of gettin shot at Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it A spot where WE belong, that's just for us Niggaz ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood Y'knahmean? Where do niggaz go when we die? Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga That's why we go to thug mansion That's the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a G ... at thug mansion A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you Picture me inside the misery of poverty No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on We found a family spot to kick it Where we can drink l

Poetry
I'm yours My dress creates a silken puddle at my feet. My vulnerable flesh bared for your eager eyes. Using your eyes you caress my naked flesh. Your heated gazes makes me want to run and hide. Frozen in place I tremble in anticipation and fear. My heart beats like the wings of a bird trying to escape it's cage. As you draw near I become drunken on your scent. It is intoxicating making me weak in the knees. I fall trembling into your strong embrace. I feel the warmth of your breath against my cheek. I turn my head to meet your hungry mouth. As greedy hands roam my burning flesh. A moan burst forth from my kiss swollen lips. I can no longer resist you as your lower me to the softened bed below. My head spins and I can not think as you slip between my silken legs. I cry out against your devouring mouth as you take me in one thrust of your hips. Burying yourself deep inside me branding me as yours. I writhe in pleasure as you claim me

Poetry
Your Eyes Your eyes they scream of joy and pain they tell of kisses in falling rain they speak of passion hidden deep and dreams long gone in forgotten sleep they hint at things of darkest night and finding haven in the light they tell a story of where you've been and lonely secrets of forbidden sin Your eyes they whisper of night and day and joyous romping while at play they speak of fears that came to pass and silent ponderings of the past they hint of visions of storm lite fire and smiling memories of blissful desire they tell a tale of things amiss and speak of reasons why you kiss Your eyes they shout, they beg and plead and speak the thoughts of haunted need they shame the ones who did you wrong and show the world that you've grown strong Your eyes they call for all to hear the bardic songs of all you fear They tell of how your hearts turned blue and of your search for love that's true They speak of hope and dreams to come of buried scars not yet undon

Poetta : Quatrains
Of my flesh I can claim no possession For all we are is borrowed time in temporal clay I am more than the extent of my limbs I have been and shall be again before the day is through (this was among those I wrote in the days before donating my kidney) Prophesy Angels shake with fear Holding devils near Angel, cry a tear You die now I hear Prophesy, prophesy Please bend an ear Omens of darkness I weep a black tear Lost in a world Of hope and false love Die now, no struggle Come take this black glove Not Not to waste a dance Not to waste a dream Not to waste a moment In this eerie, black lit scene Not to be a fool Not to cast disparage Not to let my ego Grow uncomfortably large Not to follow rabbits Not to wake the king Not to trust the cat When the Queen is smiling Not to play with fire Not to run afoul Not to trust the Blue-man Or he who wears the cowl Not to know tomorrow Not to know today Not to separate the past

Poeta : Doggeral
Rotting corpses stink And require lots of Drain-o When shoved down your sink There’s a putrid leak From your Hiroshima smile... Fucking mutant freak! a clean pate My hair line is thinning And getting rather bare I wonder why that could be? Perhaps I’m losing my hair

Poeta : Octets
Tantric Circles Concentric tantric circles Copulating with in a sphere. Consciousness, reality refined, Focused, the two intertwined. Combined displays of pleasure Rippling one to the other as one Within the whole of the all Rocking, like waves sublimed. Nefartari Nefartari, Where are you tonight? Where are you, Queen of the desert sands? Where are you When I need to dream Golden dreams Of distant lands? 12-31-98 Thank you... Thank you... Thank you for what is so precious and dear For the comfort in your eyes, so tender and clear For the understanding caress you so freely share As, like a dream, you chased away my every care Thank you... Thank you for knowing what I needed so much The half-forgotten dream of a feminine touch And for giving to me what I so dearly miss The tender, sweet gift of a feathered kiss Again... Thank you

Poeta : Cinquains : Multi-verse Forms
Again in my Dreams Memories true, unclouded and free Is how I nightly dream of thee For pure as honey, sweet and light The remembrance of your love Keeps me through the night Golden dreams of you my dear Next to my heart I keep them near Locked in a place safe from the harms Cruel Fate deals unforgivingly until Again I hold you in my arms Every breath with which you drew Reconfirmed what I always knew Something lives yet inside your heart Soon again to be awakened in your breast That which will refuse to keep us apart You are my honey, my one true treasure The depth of my love to great to measure I shall always strive to win back your hand To meet you again on a field of green Professing my love next to you I stand To always fight true the good fight To strive forth eternally with all my might Love, the greatest of all virtues Like St. George against the Wyrm I shall battle all to be again with you Of Ravens and Writing Desks There are no mysteri

Poeta : Sestets
DRUM BEATS Awake! Hear the beat of native drums Hear them match the beat of your heart Feel them catch you by the throat, pulling Pulling ‘til you give in and lose yourself To the Dreams of Dionysus Listen! Hear the waning beat of your heart Hear it match the beat of a funeral dirge Feel the constricting in your throat, tighter Tighter ‘til you give in and lose yourself To the sweet sleep of Death Cry out! Hear the impassioned beat of your heart Hear it’s song swell with the strains of a thousand strings Feel your soul sing endless songs, crying Crying ‘til you give in and lose yourself To the fool’s game of Love Actung! Hear the martial beat of the war drums Hear your heart march with the cadence of their beat Feel your blood rage with the passion of war fury, boiling Boiling ‘til you give in and lose yourself To the blood lust of Ares Friendship (a stave of six) In a time held dear in sweet memory When you were you and I was me

Poeta : Tercets
What I Miss... What I miss Is the kiss That hides behind your ear And your touch That I love so much Whenever I hold you near When you speak It makes me weak To hear your voice so like a song For I miss the time Your hand in mine And it’s return is what I long Eros Aimed True Eros aimed true And pierced me through With an arrow aimed in my heart You came into sight What I felt was right Now from you I dread to be apart So don’t ever leave Else my heart will grieve The loss of your beauty and radiant shine There’s one thing though Which I want you to know; I wish you to forever be mine Subside Subside, O pain! Subside, O grief! Subside and give me a moment’s release Give me life! Give me light! Give me hope that this pain will cease Ha! Feel it burn! Feel my heart! Feel my soul as it begins to rise I see hope! I see light! I see my dreams burn before closed eyes Let it build! Let it ride! Let it crest like

Poeta : Tanka / Senryu
Existential truths Questions building on questions Yet where are the proofs? Convictions I own Solid yet open to change Carved in fluid stone A flow of sweet tears Crystal mirrors of the soul Treasure for the years

Poeta : Tanka / Senryu : Thoughts Of Women
Thank you for the time Together we’ve shared so far Your hand held in mine Emotions so true My mind swimming, heart on fire I reach out for you When you said good-bye I’ve never felt pain so sweet Torn heart taught to fly

Poeta : The Art Of War, Interpetation Of Sun Tzu
Sun Tzu The Art of War Essentials Chapter 1 The Five Factors (a Chant Royale) War is a matter of vital importance and it’s practice is mandatory, for life and death is the providence and the outcome of martial study; so thus the factors fundamental be so impressed upon the General who rises up to lead his nation, whether in conquest or salvation, for within these five it is revealed, that he who follows this instruction shall taste of victory upon the field. The first factor, moral influence, must be inferred that harmony, established through benevolence and extending from his majesty, set forth a wise and ethical public measure for one and all; for then a banded population will stand together against aggression and thus the Prince whose heart is steeled against the sin of persecution shall taste of victory upon the field. In preparation for the advance of mounted troops and infantry, one must first consider distance and the terrain’s difficulty

Poetry
Who cares, who weeps? All is lost and the sickle reaps. Blank eyes look deep; love and hope crumble to my feet. I don't care if I've made my mark on this angry world that's left me in the dark! Just cut a message on my stone, "I want to be alone" Feel the knots twisting inside as I look to the bullets to be my guide. In a razor's edge should I confide to open my veins and bleed them dry? The endless pressure, how can I cope? I try to release but the valves are broke. A psychotic grasp upon my throat I wanna hang the rope! Death I feel is my friend as it calls from the black unknown. Voices hounding at my mind echo to the bone... Alone in Suicide I used to honor my day of birth. Cherish life and place it first but now I view it as a curse. Dig my grave and rent the hearse! Every night I take a walk that leads me trapped in an empty box. A liar's face and the voice that mocks, I want to stop the clock! Fetid simulation of this wretched congregation Disciples of the fallen and the

Poetry From Last Year Or So
"SELF" We don't know yet what it means to be touched To be the recipient of caresses, what the ear learns of itself when it's lines are followed by the finger of someone else. We don't understand what the mind percieves when the thigh's length is measured by the dawdling of a lover's hand, when the girth of the waist is measured by the arms of a child. An affectionate ear on a pregnant belly must alter the conception of the earth pressing itself against the sky. An elbow bent across the chest in modesty must anticipate early light angling over the drape of sheet on skin. The curl of a pea tendril can be understood as one hand caught carefully inside another. Cores and cylinders, warm boundaries and disappearing curves, What is it that we realize when these interruptions of space are identified with love in the touch of someone else? I must try to remember what it was I recognized in the sky outside my window As I wish for the line of my shoulder drawn by the trace

Poetry
i need you like my lungs need air i need you like my heart needs to pump i need you like a candle needs a flame i need you like a rose needs petals i need you like the moon needs the sun i need you like my body needs your warmth i need you like you need me thats how bad i need you.... you wisper in my ear your fingures touch me so gently you know what i want i know you want the same slowly undress a kiss so soft and sweet your breath on my neck sends chills down my spin your touch makes my body tingle your voice makes me want to beg beg for your body beg for your affection beg for your pleasure the warmth of your body leaves as you pull away from me i wish to hear my name in a wisper as it escapes from your sexy lips touch me again kiss me again show me again how our one night of lust happened you love me i love you you hate me i hate you you want me i want you you loath me i loath you

Poetry
We were strangers, both far from home, Thrown together in a world torn apart. As strangers we talked, and a friendship began. Though small to start, that friendship grew. There began to be admiration, and with that, a sort of bond. The bond that starts as a friendship, and grows into love. But if we turned into lovers, Just how far would that love go? I feel my soul inside, feel it torn in two. Its a mockery unto life itself, not even a shadow of what it could be. I lost the love I should have had. You were there like no others, showing you cared in a subtle manner. When the world didn't care, you had. When I didn't have the power to go on, you shared yours. Strength was never a problem for you, You had strength I've never before seen in a man. I've lost you and can't find you. You live in a different place than me, A place I cant visit when I want. And even if I could, would you even want me to? It's hard not knowing, but I try to work past it. I've tried to think

Poetry..
Patience, cooperation, devotion.. they preach… Violence, deceit, repression.. they teach… Saturate us with hidden messages Poison us, with evil entrails hiding our potential to excel Holding the keys to our eternal hell, Watching us grow into their machines Blind to the fire that furies unseen.. Through every beaten tree.. Behind every forgotten scene.. So close to something real.. Unafraid to show how we feel.. Make them think twice – learn to deal With the absence they create Distance, torment, their mistake.. The vision, their created prison Until…………….. The light blinks on, our words burning strong.. In their dream we don’t belong Transparent to them.. A beat all our own…………….. Light explodes surrounding everything.. Consumed burning to life –nothing left.. Shattering to ashes in the breeze.. Hopeless now.. subject to your disease… Scattering in the landscape.. Knowing there's no turning back.. Whispers surround each piece ..

Poet
i found someone with a dirty hobby and it involved my knobby although the horse gives some grind i think you might find that hat wearing vixens need fixin cowgirls need spanking too its twoo....its twoo....its twoo the smell of moist skin intersecting with olive scent the feel of the smooth neck rough branches dragging across it a granular whitewashed wall supports the pressure of the back and the front is penetrated while all heaven engulfs time, space, smell, touch

Poetry
Being Loved is one thing I wish I felt right at this very moment but all I feel is pain ... Being Loved is something I want to feel all the time but I never feel it tell the very last minute ... Being Loved is what should be felt in a marriage that builds from love from one another threw the years ... Being Loved is the most wonderful feeling from the one person who truely cares about you .... Being Loved is something some people never get to feel when they're still surching for someone that could be the one ... Being Loved would be a great feeling to feel as I right this but I don't have that feeling ... Being Loved is the most joyful thing to feel in your heart when the person you love shares the love they been hiding since they first met you .... Being Loved is what all people should feel threw the days when they're having the most awful day of there lives ..... we lay passionetly in each other's arms staring into each other's eye's while we give one another kisses here and there..

Poetry
I face the world with a smile while hiding it inside Happiness seen, they cant see the tears I've cried. Alone I hurt, because here I do it well. In front of all the watchful eyes my heaven turns to hell. Judge and jury await me, everyone has a say. In a life that hangs suspended for yet another day. Who are they to judge what is right or wrong? In the end I gave him up, but inside still sing his song. Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at the Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin . The child climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a little girl. "Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling. "Your friend? Your sister?'" "Yes, Santa,' he replied. "My sister, Sarah, who is very sick," he said sadly. Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw her dabbing her eyes with a tissue. "She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!" the child exclaimed. "She misses you," he added softly. Santa tried to be c

Poetry
everything gets so romanticized with distance with time. . . there's the old saying about fonder hearts but i think it's more an issue of forgetting. a girl gets glossed over. like greasing the lens-- she appears angelic almost. it's not a sham so much as marketing maybe or maybe not marketing it's the desire to think that so far at least your life has meant something. it's the desire to think that everything has been something and it's been something beautiful. so you start blurring the edges and dimming the lights and before too long, with the fog of time and so many years all the nights alone and the broken hearts all the deaths and all the rejections get glossed over and you remember them just a little different. just a little better. &what if you don't get exactly what you want exactly when you want it? &what if i'm at home again and i want to blow my face off. not literally of course. please don't call the cops. i'm jus

Poetry
Ohh, that look that voice it sings forbidden fruit that's temping me. tarnished curls, secret smiles Jewel blue eyes from tropical Isles You remind me of the Greek philosophers and Roman conquerors I see the lion in you all curled up for a nap. I see all his power and grace how I long to touch your face run my fingers through your mane Purr out your ancient name. I am pain, it is me. I spent my life with blurred vision, see? Blurred vision from unshed tears, Blurred vision from unsaid fears, Blurred vision from the knife, That will take my life, Blurred vision from the gun pull the trigger, BAM!! Done. Blurred vision from the grave. Blurred life that could have been saved i am what he wants but can never have i am transparent i am a painting i am a healer of wounds the holder of hands the helper of hearts the gorgeous but deadly i am what he wants but can never have i am the angel and the warrior i am what he wants but can never have for i am t

Poetry Corner
If I had but one more day, to show how much I love you I would spend it within the sweetness of your silken lips. Inhaling of your essence, I would slip into the oblivion of a world, where all time stood still. Tracing your lips softly,with intricate strokes of love just like the dainty threads upon a cross stitched canvas. Every precious moment would count in love with you for I would immerse myself within your heart and soul. Tasting of your kisses until my final breath is the way, that from this life, I therefore wish to depart. Breathe life into my soul, until my last heartbeat where in love, I'll carry you, beyond the heavens, and the never ending. Looking at the clouds and watching the rainfall down wishing I could see you smile, hear your laugh, or maybe just be nearby Your a angel who fell down to Earth from the heavens Here to show me what love is truly like, but I still cant believe you chose me to show this to, To love me, and teach me to love you, How is i

Poetry (ghetto Style)
If only I could hear her voice one more time.See her smile, her beautiful eyes.If only I could hug her again.And tell her that she meant more than I said.I miss her dearly,But now she's gone.With the angels above, She sings her song.  smoke the weed trying to hide the pain Spendin all my time, smoke my life away You can feel it inside, take a look in my eyes Can you feel the pain Mary Mary, take my pain away With struggle in time, spittin all over my face Take a look in my eyes, don't you dear look away Mary Jane maintains, tryin to heAl my pain Kickin in the door with the double dawg pumped Shot gun trucha comin in people screamin And pushin and shovin I'm buggin I'm thugin and muggin Showin no love to you and my cousin now what [shut the fuck up] Bringin heat like an oven they call me no good for nothin I'm always huffin and puffin about to get into somethinG And if you startin I'm jumpin in the Clika I'm bumpin it New Mexico Lobo I ain't the fool to be fuckin wit

Poetry And Stories
Gazing into the dark blue, Star studded sky, Slowly, i lower my head to cry. Whispering dreams, Not ment to be, Lost in hell, my hopes cast out the sea. Hardening my heart As my soul takes flight. Wandering through my restless blight. Standing on a deck As i see the sea below. Standing on the railing i let go.......... Falling and falling, Wonderinf if it will hurt. Landing and sinking "Hello Death"

Poetry
I love the way you smile, the way your eyes sparkle in the light i love the way your arms feel when i fall asleep in them at night i love how your laughter can brighten up my day and how the sound of you voice melts all my fears away i love when we dance and your eyes are only on me the way your lips feel on mine, like they were meant to be i love the way your scent stays on my pillows after you have gone the way a thought of you is triggered by a simple song you fill me with happiness when you walk through the door you leave me with a feeling i have never felt before i feel that fluttering feeling when you're by my side and my hear yearns, knowing that you will never be mine the hand so strong to catch me when i fall the laughter that carries me with no trouble at all the eyes i look into and see what's in store the arms to hold me through the night forever more the cute smile that creeps on his face in a subtle way the strong love he gives that carries m

Poetry
God knew what he was doing When he sent you for me to love He knew right from the very start That you alone would capture my heart Eyes so green, hair of night Relieve me of my lonely plight Joyful laughter now fills the air Where once only sobs lingered there My heart quickens at the thought of you Twinkling like the morning dew Your love surrounds me now For God has willed by the sweat of his brow Handle it with care and love It has been blessed by Him above Your warm caresses touch my soul My heart now yours to take at will

Poetry
why bother with love? all that happens in the end is pain and suffering so why bother letting your hopes build why bother letting your heart open to others when it gets crushed and ripped? the world would be far better off with out love. with a newfound pain comes a cold and bitter heart one that shall stay cold and bitter for ever more the heart can only take so much so keeping it cold is the best way to ensure no pain. we take each step one at a time and try to live for others try to love and help and share our lives but in the end the esult is always the same no matter how long you know that person you feel the pain you feel the suffering in the end was it really worth it? i used to think so but no more im done caring im done with love im done worrying about life. if my life were to end today oh well so be it i dont care one way or the other any more. What is love? the feeling you get when you see a pretty face? No thats just lust! Love is a feeling of pure joy and bliss

Poetry From My Past
I scream I shout I beg I cry, I cling to all my fears. I dare not do so audibly, so silent are my tears. Have I shared too much? or not enough? I wish to know my dear. The moments fly, the days go by, and yet still no relief. The key you hold to free my bonds, to use would be so brief. I ask you now I ask you please just tell me your desire. To leave you be, or bend my knee, and choose you for my Sire? For what you've shown me you could be, I've waited for so long. Through out the years I've hid my tears and silently I've longed. To find myself so willingly submitting as your whore. This one thing, for no man have I ever done before. Was it quest or mere conquest that led you to my path? Should I continue waiting here? or suffer you my wrath? Dear friend so brave so calm and true,In your soul doth beauty lay. Take not light this love I feel for you, Know that I think of you each day. The love you had, the love, you lost, the love that has returned. I know he guards you at

Poetic Pain
The air around me suffocates, it mask away my pain. My senses tell me something’s wrong but things appear the same. The sin that sits within me, it tears my soul in two. I look for refuge; but find myself abandoned by YOU! I feel so bitter, so consumed, I can feel the rage! I can’t distinguish love from hate. These tears they dangle from my chin and my emotions feel like stone. Your words they inflict a pain upon my heart. That I can’t sway alone. There was a time you and I; were chasing down our fate. Our first kiss it felt justifiable, each other’s arms a perfect escape.   Now I find myself in tears, alone into the darkest nights.

Poetry
The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe First Published in 1845 Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " ’Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door; Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,. For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here forevermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, " ’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, So

Poetry
I think of you every nite n day i know it had to end this way. You were sick. Very sick. You were the strongest little girl ive ever known. Even tho, i was older than you I always wanted to grow up and be jus like you. My dear dear sister, I love you and i always will. I know we always fought But isnt that what sister were suppose to do? I miss you! You were my hero, now your my angel. Up in the heavens so far away One day i know ill see you again Until that day comes Know you will always be in heart! Forever!! RIP Amanda! MArch 1 1987- Oct 30 1996

Poetry, Random Thoughts, & Just Because
A moment untouched by sunlight. Forsaken dreams in darkness that never see the light of day. Moments unspoken,breathless,tasteless,forbidden fantasies kept in secrecy. Tainted kisses,lustful hearts beating to a song only heard by ears of the dark world. Caresses felt, hands unseen,lips kissed by moments of sin. A moment of ectasy,two souls becoming one.

Poetic Justice
You are more than just a sweet sexy body to me, Ya, I know you dont like to hear, but let me make it clear, Your smooth, your sweet, no no no, I'm not refering to something to eat, Your mind, your soul, it takes such a hard toll.... Yes its true, I think about you through and through. Your voice, your hair, your skin, your flair, Yes, your make-up too, even wiping it off my face is something I love to do. With or without, you are beautiful through out!! So sweet to see, my dreams about you and me, I know its you, I know its me, its something I hope you also see, Through the day and the night, your facing me, up close, up tight... Your eyes on me, mine on you, so deep you see, but not right through. Oh, lets go back, to that sweet sexy body that I think is all that, Yes, its true, even if not in your eyes of you. A pricess, a queen, so pristine and loved to be seen. I want to feel you inside and out, see you all throughout. Dont know what else to say or to do, Only thi

Poetry
Your someone very special to me< someone I truely love and adore very much. I don't think there could be a way that I could LOVE you more. But still I find, I do some how when I get close to you. There are reasons that I can't explain why I love you like I do. It's not the way you look, it's just how you are, so nice and so kind. You're sweet voice makes my heart glow, and your kindness touched my soul. I think it's just the simple fact that, I truely LOVE YOU "CAUSE YOU'RE YOU!" As I look into your beautiful blue eyes I get in thier beauty I look in closer and can see the pain I caused Pass that pain I see the love you have for me As I look deeper I hear them cry out to me "Take me away from all this pain." All your pain goes away with one passionate kiss Your eyes begin to sparkle with love You show me your beautiful smile As I whisper "I LOVE YOU." The muscle between my legs This muscle between my legs

Poetry By: Me,myself,and I
Do you see what I see, Coming around the corner. Eyes squint, is it happiness, lets take a peek. Don't look to hard, it may jump and run. It may see you staring, wanting a piece. Stalking it in the sunshine, beautiful rays of light. I've got you deep within my sights, reach out a hand. Yes here is a place your heart can land. I feel like a gypsy chasing the gold, the sun on my face can never get old. Warming my soul, this I hope will never end. The smile on my face, my new found friend. I'm here says the sunshine, to make you smile. I've been chasing you for so long, mile,after mile. Written by: Jessica 3/7/09 Outside I sit, in the pouring rain. All i can feel, is pent up pain. My heart bleeds, blankets of sadness. It knows what it needs , in all this madness. Break through these walls, break through this skin. I'm afraid, of my own deadly sin. Smile....hmmmm...Fake it, Its what I do best. I try and put, this heart to the test. Can yo

Poetry...
It's a depression so deep it finds a way into the soul. Traveling through every pore of your heart. A depression so enlarged, it encompasses every bit of your reality. Leaving that reality, a mere cloudy memory. A depression so dense, it compresses every will you once had. Bowing you down to accept that will, as it's own. A depression so devious it takes you piece by piece. Consuming each piece, day by day. A depression so truly disheartening, it leaves you, with no other emotions. A depression so dangerous, it slaughters, everything, inside, of you. Dearest Friend, You are the wrinkle on my blouse, The stain on my freshly-bleached shirt. You are the rain-cloud in my horizon, The bright-pink sunburn on the tops of my knees. You are the phone call that wakes me up from deepest sleep. You are the sore on the roof of my mouth. You are the lingering foul odor in the room. The congealed scum of soap griming the bath-tub. You are the clump of dirt on the ki

Poetry
The pounding, the beat, a breath of fresh air. Hope growing, not knowing- peace soon to be there. The questions. No answers. So many emotions to hold back. The tears. Sleepless nights. Feelings of lack. Love may be tender. Love may be kind, but is love forever? Until the end of time. Love is honest. Love is sweet- but before a committment, are your supressions beat? Love is hope. Love is new. Love is wonderful. Love is... you. What is this thing that everyone fears? Scared to move. Scared to breathe. Afraid to be next. Afraid to bleed. Watching in horror as this thing rolls by. You cannot escape it, you will too soon die. Noone can beat it. We're all doomed, we will all be victims of this terrible loom. He owns us. Makes us. Takes our lives. He'll reign this world, this king of fright. Through day or night, he'll come for you. He knows you'll suffer and so do you. This angel of death is who he is. He is waiting, watching and hearing you breat

Poetry
As darkness consumes my soul, and the light in my heart turns to dark. I look towards the glimmer of hope once bright in my heart. I reach for your hand, but the chill of winter air is all I feel. I call your name, but silence is my only friend. A life once lived, a heart once warm... has now given way to the sorrow and pain... The loneliness once dead, has risen in my soul. And engulfed the being divine. I reach for your hand, but the chill of winter air is all I feel. I call your name, but silence is my only friend. The Ghost of You fills my mind... Eyes closed, heart open...I can feel you all around me. The dream of the summer sunlight surrounding our souls warms my heart. When I open my eyes, my world disappears... I reach for your hand, but the chill of winter air is all I feel. I call your name, but silence is my only friend. I cry into the night, in hopes that you'll hear me... I scream your name as I did in passion that night... The blood on my hands

Poetry
I was looking thru my old blog and saw my old poetry. I haven't written anything in a long while. I just thought I would share these and leave them open for criticism and what have you. I hope all who read them enjoy them...and yes, I was a little emo for a while there...lol...it's what happens when you're lonely... Written on 5/29/2006 Forsaken by my God Unparallelled emptiness Longing only for the touch of His robe I cry out for mercy I cry out for forgiveness I repent my impurities He takes me in His arms and I am fulfilled once again My cup overfloweth His Spirit withing my being The beauty of His light in my eyes A life new and changed again Renewal and happiness return Constantly I fall harder and farther each time Turning my back to and heart away from God Resenting Him for choices I'VE made And reaping only consequences I DESERVE You are a merciful God Forgiving God Beautiful God MY GOD Written on 10/17/2005 A time for healing has come and

Poetry
Some people say they want to die, They think it would be better. When I here these words they say, My blood grows even redder. They don't even know what it's like, No one does in all mankind. I know and I've found, What many has seeked to find. I know what death feels like, I know that death is real. It is very hard to explain, I can't discribe death's feel. I know what happen after death, I won't tell you it's dread. Which is why the reason I choose to die, With these secrets in my head. If I told you or any one, What happens when you die. You would either think I"m crazy, Or do nothing but cry. It is such a bad time, As I hold this knife. But if I told someone, It would ruin all your lives. I won't give you a hint, Or a single clue. I won't tell you if it's good or bad, Or when it will happen to you. I do know when death is near, I know on who it stalks. I fear the worst for that person, But

Poetry
Why do I feel stupid when you look at me? Knowing deep down in my heart how it'll never be. Things changed so fast I was caught off guard thinking about how life without you will be so hard. Knowing standing on my own is the only way to go. Not having enough balls to ever let you know. Not knowing how things might have turned out if I had and how the thought of someone else loving you makes me so sad. Watching you walk right out of my life yet again but not knowing why or when. Hoping with all my heart I have been wrong about things from the very start. I corrupt our lives every time I make these observations to myself knowing if you knew the truth it'd put you through hell. So since I cannot afford the guilt I would inflict on you I just tell myself none of this is true!

Poety
Perfection found In a moment between Racing heart beats Penetrating eyes Memorizing every line Reaching to catch hold Not wanting to let go This moment must last Pain in losing sight Longing for return It comes, always In fleeting seconds No need to cry, sigh One moment ending Another in place.

Poetry?? Not Sure
Twisted metal, broken glass. Twisted bodies and blood everywhere. A life that was rushing so fast...came to an end, all of it went nowhere. I dont remember, but ive heard the stories...a scene so sick Bystanders looking and crying..some praying and others puking. As my heart stopped beating, i would like to say my life flashed before my eyes i died and my life ended that day...my friends saw our lives flash before THEIR eyes for three months i slept, one dream that didnt end until i woke up. my life then was an amputee, crawling in a desert with no legs when i awoke from my coma, i realized several days later what happened i wrecked my life with a car, a gallon of vodka, and a pine tree to see why one should never drink and drive..go look at my folder titled "dont drink and drive" go see how my life ended and look at the twisted metal that i now smile about

Poetry Of My Life
Sitting here in the depths of my Vancant room. So Quiet You could hear a pin drop. But it doesn't seem quiet, As a thousand thoughts seem to race through my head. All at once. Like a swarm of flies on a dead carcass. It's almost impossible to pick out a single thought. So hard to concentrate. My head starts to ache from the ongoing commotion. I lay back on my bed and fall asleep. Peace at last! But it is short-lived. I wake and sit-up, Once again in the depths of my Vancant room. Ding, Ding, Ding! The clock strikes midnight And here I am -Wide Awake- All I want to do is sleep, But my mind won’t allow it. I close my eyes and try to sleep …No Good… Every little sound catches my attention. I get up and pace the room. Lay back down, Fidget my fingers and close my eyes. They fling open as if I had just seen a ghost. The glow of the clock catches my attention Like something from a horror movie. …4 a.m… Wide awake again. I feel as if I never went to sleep.

Poetry
Unbeknownst to those uninitiated, Likewise shaped by hardening times, We simple few, we enlightened few, Must take up the mantle; be strong, For those to whom it seems impossible, Our existence must serve as a beacon, Justifiable living for those weak, Those oppressed, those simple ones, On this thrill ride without excitement, That we all cruelly call life.

*~*poetry*~*
Darkness falls where light once stood, perhaps not knowing all I should. Misted clouds blind once clear realms, awaken... Is it just a dream? Broken, scarred yet unmoved, words can't reach deafened ears. Speak unto anothers fears. Numb, untouched, unscathed by you... I rise toward my life anew. Whole but changed, I never heard you speak. Scarred but undamaged, I see it's you who is weak. Changed but remaining, truths from the untrue. I will not surcome to you. emotions run wild yet seemingly still walk yet run to a stand still always torn yet seemingly whole mirrored but shattered the same i see beneath the scars to the flesh that has been torn i feel your unspoken pain you walk in the light but darkness has it's enternal reign...

Poetry
Cower behind the bedside table The game only enthrawls me more I raise my hand you whimper With every tear i own you more and more   Cry upon a non existant tissue Without your fear there is no issue Do as I say not as I do Disobey I dare you   Bring me your hope Let me tear it down It empowers me Let me watch you drown   Im sorry for any thoughts i gave For you to think you were anything but enslaved Wear your chains like a good bitch should Bleed for me Make me feel good   Let me cut your soul to shreds Let me steal your breath and watch you lower your head Try to leave I'll bring you back I'll steal you into my darkest night   There is no escape for I will seek You're mine Until  you break the weaknes

Poetry...lets See How It Goes
When things began it was all new and fresh, I came for you lest we forget The time we met and the time we touched Beyond our dreams skyward we launched Of something else our dreams were forged Like the furnace of a blacksmiths cause We held each other and felt that glowing warmth Of slowly learning to trust the dawn No words I have to right the past No songs to sing and take it back No hope is left as it turns to ash No Light shines through what was meant to last A mighty castle was built upon our shores With turrets and towers and gargantuan walls A bastion of Hope passion and desire With callous cruelty it was beset by fire The walls did splinter and the earth shook As a scarlet dragon came to claim his due The princess walked forth to accept her fate Her forgotten prince coming much too late No words I have to right the past No songs to sing and take it back No hope is left as it turns to ash No Light shines through what was meant to last Such is

Poetry/lyrics
There once was a man who built himself up To not feel Emotions And avoid all commotions Unattached except for vision never let anyone affect his decisions everything planned right down to precision never stood still to think of time all very questionable considering his prime (please read this while we redirect you, todays piece of work was brought to you by Daz Doorstep challenge,, we apologise for the break in service ) There once was a man who never let anyone in no matter how hard here one minute gone the next never staying still never settling running running till no one follows let me go he cries let me go he cries he doesnt need me he doesnt need you just needs the characters in his head maybe it was something we sad once it was fun, not knowing what to expect, one year yonder its smells of regret now i just wonder what went wrong listening to broken down songs once i would go to end of world, now im reluctant to answer your call you let me

Poetry And Freestyles
THE CHOICES I MADE BRINGS ME BACK TIME AND TIME AGAIN TO WONDERING WHY I DID SOME OF THE THINGS I DID, YES I AM HAPPY AND FEEL FREE BUT SOMETIMES I WOUNDER WHAT IS IN STORE FOR ME, I AM SICK OF WONDERING SICK OF SEARCHING SICK OF WAITING, WHEN WE ARE ALONE IT POINTS TO NOTHING BUT ME EXISTS BUT WHEN IN THE SAME HOUSE ITS ON HER TO SHOW THAT NOT ONLY HER OR ME EXISTS BUT US, ALL ABOUT HER DURING THE DAY BUT BY NIGHT WITH ME IS WHERE HE LAYS, DO I DOUBT HE LOVES ME NO, BUT WILL I EVER BE FIRST IS THE QUESTION I KEEP IN MY MIND, HE TOLD ME THE FIRST NIGHT HE WANTED ME TO BE BY HIS SIDE THROUGH THE STRUGGLES IN LIFE AND HIS LIFE BUT IN TIME COMES MANY MORE THINGS IN WHICH I SHOULD COME FIRST BUT IS THAT THE WAY IT WILL EVER BE, NOT ASKING HIM TO GIVE HER FRIENDSHIP UP NOR WILL I EVER ASK OR NOR WILL I EVER GIVE UP MINE AND HERS FOR ANYONE, BUT IN MY EYES THERE'S THAT LINE WEAR FAMILY AND YOUR FUTURE LIFE COMES FIRST, I AM SO CONFUSED, BUT I KNOW ONE DAY EVERYTHING WILL BE CLEA

Poetry
This poem won me an editors choice award. and... and, when you're hidden from all the people and, your soul is sorrowful and, your eyes are full of tears and, you're waiting for someone to come near you and, to lay their hand on you and, you would like to hear a sweet voice... but, with your soul full of sorrow you don't have anybody in this world, there's no one to tell your pain to, you're a stranger of your own and, by people you're forgotten. Dan Ursoi Copyright ©2009 Danny Ursoi Memories of time Sitting in a room Re-living my hole life I came a cross my future. My future and the past The same they are today Where everything is new and Old is everything Locked in side the prison doors A piece of paper and a pen A thousand words to write my life When in a moment I lived it all The book of love the words of piece Every day it's the same day Every night I go to bad Waking up in the same day. Dan Ursoi Copyright ©2009 Dan Ursoi Reachin

Poetry
Just imagine the stars How bright they must be tonight magnified be the teardrops brought forth by all our pain It’s amazing how cruel life can be how heavy her hand can feel All we want to do is smile but yet the teardrops fall like rain There is no time for holding these days nor a second for a simple kiss just the time to stare at the moon while crying out in vain All we need is each other to make it all go away like an emotional drug that takes away the pain It’s just so hard to keep an open heart when the world is out to harm you But without your gentle words it’s a struggle to stay sane So as I roam the darkness I’ll be calling out your name Haunting all of our demons until they’ve all be slain Some days i just want to quit drop my love life, fed up that's it tired of being used and mentally abused It always ends the same starts with that mind game i tell myself things "things aren't fine" Just can't get rejection out of my mind Don't know how to fi

Poetry
She is an angel,So gorgeous to see.Every thought of herSimply inspires me.She reaches outWith beauty divine,And I wish she could beMy Valentine.

Poetica Arcana Electronica
-Tributary- Rippled currents, ebbing freely Calm progression, plunging onward Teeming minds, rushing downstream -Shadow Play- Mirrored soul, hooded eyes Brooding figure, shrouded countenance Dawn's kiss, darkness fades -Embrace- Warm shoulder, firm assurance Emanates light, vanquishes fear Exalting spirits, shared strength -Bonds- Lithe tether, invincible union Inspired wonder, soundly eternal Faintest flame, eternally endures -Hesitation- Bated breath, stutter thought Restraining will, frozen impulse Lamented opportunity, lost time -Drive- Leather envelops, hands empower Engine throbbing, blurred scenery Constant motion, no destination -Lip-locked- Intensity swells, oscillating tongues Pulse races, souls merging Verity melts, sublime immersion -Battle- Surging energy, turbulent passions Misguided motivations, deadly intent Blood flows, futures ended -Bibliophilia- Musty odor, comforting spine Words absorb, senses reeling Pages turn

Poetry
Everytime I see your pictureThe tears they fall again.Through the broken memoriesThe shattered world will never end.You left me here broken downA soul lost without its heart.Why did you have to take your life?Was I not more than enough?Did I fail to make your world aglow?Was I not worth every word?The words you said to me everyday.I love youI need youI care Read more: http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&bID=537313185#ixzz0uBdeRs1N   I spoke online to a young man who before his unit was to be shipped to Iraq was medically discharged.  His guilt was very evident as his basic training buddy was killed and he blamed himself because he left his squad shorthanded. The guilt I feel cannot waiver The world I live in is rife with pain My fallen brothers I watch them bury My tears stained the American flag Draped upon their coffins I have been consoled constantly but the words they have no meaning My brothers they bled before me My sins I cannot forgive

Poetry Man
In the storm Stands the white rose tumultuous waves of destruction abound her Yet tall is the white rose strong in the face Of the sensed doom around her And she does not bow down Pure is the white rose In the compost earth growing eternal strength in the nights that so hurt I see not the white rose She is so far away But I long to protect her But only the words can I say So I send her my words And my poets heart To help her when there is hope to see her through Be Strong little flower Your heart will guide true And as long as you want I will always talk to you Thank you for always being there, To listen and understand me. I appreciate all you did for me, And all you still do. Thank you for making me feel whole again, For putting my pieces back together. I appreciate you putting my life back together, You saved my life. You may not understand, Why I do what I do. But you never criticized, You just helped my through. I knew I could

Poetry
What does it mean to be alone? I am all alone in this world, full of heartless people. Haunted by the memories of my past. So many words to describe my burning heart. My fate is sealed. Why won’t this sickness inside me die? I can’t relate to a happy state of mind. Why be tempted by happiness? It all turns to shit in the end. Why is everything so complicated? I always love, love the ones I cannot have or do not love me. Can you make me happy? Can you fill the void? Can you make up for lost time? Can you love me completely? Can you be my soul mate? Can you be my equal? Can you be my Yang? Can you stand me forever? Can you be there for me no matter what? Can you love me when I cry? Can you love me when I try? Can you love me when I fail? Can you love me when I am down? Can you be there when I am crazy? Can you be there when I am old? Can you be the one that never leaves? Can you trust me to love you? Can I trust myself with you? Can you love me fore

Poetry
How much I love you? More than the birds in the sky, More than the fishes in the sea. I Just love you, No matter what you do, No matter whats going to happen. I just love you, I just love the way when smile, it makes me feel so weak I just love the way you look at me, It makes me feel so warm. I just love you I just need you, Its not a matter for me to walk through my tough road if i have you. I need you, I Love you. I just love you You tell me you love me, Then you take it back, What the hell is up with that, What's all this suppose to mean, Wasnt it all it was suppose to be, Did I piss you off and make you mad, Im so confused you got my whole life off track, Everyday I think about what I did wrong, Yesterday I heard our song, How it talks about love so true, Baby~I miss you~Boo, I want you back so bad, I miss the love we use to have, I miss the way you Hold me in your arms, The way you'd keep me safe from any harm, You use to say I was the onl

Poetry
Pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter the rain is falling ... the winds are blowing the skies are lit up from the lightning . thunder rolls... as the thoughts come in. the thoughts of you ... your warmth... your soul ... oh how it brightens my day. your smile ... your simple hello... the i miss you . the rain is pouring as my love for you is soaring. like the eagle ... it will be forever . Forever my love .. just you and me for what we have is meant to be .. your love is like a river .. always flowing your smile is like flower .. always beautiful your touch is like the sun .. always warm Forever my love. ©Dawn Ray A lifetime From the very first moment you said hello I knew you were the one for me. The moment I heard your voice I knew you were the one for me. The minutes went by The hours went by The days went by The weeks went by The months went by And I knew you were the one for me. The second I heard the sweet sound of your voic

Poetry I've Written
You Hate OneTell Me WayMe Butt OrYou I TheLove Dont OtherMe Care YouButt If WillYour You SeeActions Do WhatSpeak So YouFor Fuck DidThem Off TooSelves Thats MeSo All BecauseWhy I KarmaDo Have IsYou To AKeep Say BitchPlaying So WhenThis Good ServedGame Bye Cold Your careless lies Pretend your endless shame is gone Brick by Brick... You build you're Paradise Restraint me in these walls My screams echo in this boundless box Like whispers they reply Set me free Your shadows cast upon me You're overflowing with lies Fail, to incase my thoughts You're array of lies Bleakness, grief, and agony Trying to break away Walking through this life decayed Hoping, acquit my mistakes #::[ Note: This poem is also my myspace page that i did today Link: OpTiCAL ByTE ]::# Sound channels fade left to right Let them pray, Let them Pray Wit

Poetry
Silently I Die Current mood: cold Category: Writing and Poetry Wh..spered Shadows haunt my dreams S..lent Screams ..nvade my conc..ousness Lonel..ness and Despa..r my fa..thfull compan..ons S..lently .. D..e A L..fe once l..ved A Future once faced A Past never end..ng S..lently .. D..e A Tear never shed A Laugh never heard A Feel..ng never felt S..lently .. D..e Swell..ng Darkness all around Ravenous Anger ..n a ball Mortal Terror grabb..ng hold S..lently .. D..e One Last breath One Last scream One Last cr..mson drop S..lently .. D..E A Single tear A moment of Heartache Never to be forgotten Unreal pain Within thy soul Love once found Then swept Away Standing at the brink A breaking point of no return Waiting on every breath A word from your heart A Million needles within my skin Promises of the Future Pain of the past Burning cuts Crimson falling from my every pore Eyes that never lie Beyond t

Poetry...not Of My Hand.
Missing You ((dedicated to...him)) I once had a loveA love that was so fineI shared it with youAnd you were mineThen it leftLeaving me high and dryDunno the whenOr even the whyIm blessed that ya passedAlong my wayThough I miss you a littleMore each dayMissing you       ****   borrowed twice over: http://fubar.com/blog/301782/1039843 (orig: http://fubar.com/blog/247612/911821) (another poem I stumbled across...*QUITE* relevant to me)Distance...A thousand kisses will never be,Enough to satisfy my craving heart's plea,Tomorrow will be the day I love you more,Than today or yesterday or ever before,Words and phrases will never do,What my heart feels so deeply for you,Deeper and deeper my feelings go,My head is spinning too and fro,I want you here, forever and more,For our hearts to join and together explore,Our hearts beat and beat as one,Feel what I'm feeling, it's only begun,Yet, slowly my desire turns to rage,My heart feels as though it's within a cage,You are so close yet so fa

Poetry
ALONE ©EMBER You’ve left me alone, don’t seem to care I look at the phone you’re just not there. My heart aches, loneliness is real Painful emptiness is all that I feel. I’ve tried so hard to be what you want I guess I can’t do it, I’m just a dumb cunt. I have too many issues, been hurt way too much I’ve got to stop using a man as my crutch. Left on my own to battle my demons No one left in my life that can see them Death a great vision I see behind my eyes Was all that you told me, nothing but lies? When you were around, you kept them at bay Now that you’ve moved they won’t go away Life has given you more, then I had to share The money I couldn’t come up with, no fair. Happiness is what, I wish for you A white knight isn’t real, a fantasy untrue I’ll set here and ache, learn to move on A battle I wage now that you’re gone. Pleasure By:  Ember Parted thighs tongues on

Poetry Some New Some Old .. All Mine
Broken, pulled apart, pieces,Torn from the thing that’s called myself.I look about, scattered, all I see is me.Pulled in too many directions,Scarred from the past,Scared of my future,Taunted by possibilities of what can never be.I shower, eat, cry and sleep,Burry myself deep beneath A cold exterior where no-one can reach... Sat beneath the oak tree dreaming once again,Thoughts are oh so fleeting, like little drops of rain,Try to find significance, skitter round my brain.Just coming and going as I sit crying in the rain,I feel the tree behind me, calming soothing meTaking excess energy, so I can focus on just being me. Look in to the mirrorWhat’s looking back is not meMy lifeless eyes look helplessMy skin devoid of blushI’ve cried the tears that I canMy life’s no longer mineDo with it what you willFor I’m devoid of timeFear has a new meaningSome said I am braveTo be brave u must choose your pathAnd this path has chose meSo I am not brave or courageousI am s

Poetry
Darkness Here I am sitting in the darkness all alone And for once not afraid. No I am not sad, for your on my mind and in my heart. I think of the time we will have to hold eachother, and I smile. I am not sure what the Great Spirit was Thinking, but for once he got it right. I know it's like a dream, and I never want To wake up. I can feel your arms holding me tight, The warmth goes through me. My heart races at the thought of your breath On my neck. My hands start to sweat at the thought of us as one. Oh sweet darkness your now my friend. Show me the warmth of my love when he's not Near. For darkness is where I see my love. By WhispersSoft The Wolf (Maqwai'o) The Wolf Clan of Menominee At night deep in sleep I see the wolf in the distant I hear the native flute & drum I hear the wolf howl in tune I fall deeper into sleep As I sit in the green grass The wolf comes closer The flute & drum get louder My heart starts to beat in time with the drum

Poetry
My heart beats in an uncertain rhythm, You heard it once, you told me, In your quiet voice you only use for private moments, My heart beats at those times when you bend your head and pull me close, When you whisper and touch me, My breath catches in my throat... I suffocate at the feeling of your lips on mine, I'm drowning when I'm in your arms... You saw me once, clutching, reaching for safety, As I drowned from the pleasure of your most intimate kiss, You told me what you saw with desire and satisfaction in your eyes. I see that look in your eyes in my head, Your face hidden, My hands in your hair, The breath slips from my lungs... Soft, smooth, round Your hands on my back Gentle, timid, yet wanting more... Words you long to say cling to my lips Like dew on a midsummer flower Breath trembles the air Threatening the fall Delicate movements betray us A fluttering eyelash, a tremblng fingertip... You wrap your

=*poetry*=....not Mine
New Path On a new path Leaving my skeletons behind Only one way to go For it's me I need to find Taking the first steps Away from my past Hoping this time I succeed And this time, it lasts. On a new path With my feet as my guide Stand on my own No longer will I hide Good-bye to the jealousies So long to the tears Off I go again Gonna conquer my fears. On a new path Just me myself and I Can't promise you tomorrow, But I know I will try On my way up I know what I need to do This time in my heart, I know my path is true. By: Kelly Sandefur My Broken Heart My heart bitter and coldFull of life, but feels so oldTime has went by so slowMy heart is one only God knowsI need stability in my lifeNo more trouble no more strifeMy heart has been through a tough fightHappiness, laughter and joy is for what i striveSurely I've made mistakes in the pastWhat i would not give for a relationship to lastNo more secrets, lies or decietMy heart is all you need to defeatI will give you timeFor th

Poetry
As you softly whisper to me, tears of joy drop swiftly.. Down my face a cold-warmth I feel, the happiness to know that you love me still... one of my short poems Copyrighted. Sadness A tear falls slowly down my face, for in my power, I can't embrace the happiness I see around me; makes me cry more and more. I try so hard; it's not that easy. How I wish that I could be happy. I walk alone with no one beside me. I try to remember but all there are are broken kisses. What happened to my happiness? Why can't I feel his sweet caress? Why can't he open his eyes and see? I want him to wrap his arms around me. Why can't I ever be happy? *I wrote this when I was in high school* copyrighted Heartbreaker: The one who changes, the way one feels. The one who swears , they love them still. When feelings aren't there. When you thought they were. You dont feel the same. And everythings a blur. You try to ignore it, hoping they'll come back. Then you reali

Poetry Library
This is a Library (a bible) of different form styles and the general manner in how these forms of poetry are written. Repeating French Forms Legend: A = 1st Rhyme Direct Word Repeat B = 2nd Rhyme Direct Word Repeat a = 1st Rhyme b = 2nd Rhyme O = Start of Line O = Syllable R = Refrain, either full line, phrase or word … = Condensed Variable Line Length ***** Rondeau OR…oa Oo…oa Oo…ob Oo…ob Oo…oa Oo…oa Oo…oa Oo…ob R Oo…oa Oo…oa Oo…ob Oo…ob Oo…oa R ***** Rondel Oo…oA Oo…oB Oo…ob Oo…oa Oo…oa Oo…ob Oo…oA Oo…oB Oo…oa Oo…ob Oo…ob Oo…oa (Oo…oA) (Oo…oB) ( ) = optional ***** Rondeau Short OR…oa Oo…ob Oo…ob Oo…oa Oo…oa Oo…ob R Oo…oa Oo…ob Oo…ob Oo…oa R ***** Rondelet OooA Ooooooob OooA Oooooooa Ooooooob Ooooooob OooA ***** Roundel OB…oa Oo…ob Oo…oa o…B Oo…ob Oo…oa Oo…ob Oo…oa Oo…ob Oo…oa o…B ***** Triple Rondel Oo…oA Oo…oB Oo…ob

Poetry
My love for you is like a red, red rose, It started as a seed but it’s grown and grown. Its roots reach deep down inside of my chest, And it grows even more with each passing breath. The delicate petals lay beautiful and pure, All the doubts that I’ve had you have since cured. For all the thorns that this proud rose bears, They are all softened by the thought of your care. Soon the rose grows old and withers and dies, But the love that helped grow it will last for all time. Sometimes I ponder about what will come next Where will my life turn when it seems to stall? When is the next time I will smile again? and how will I get up, should I fall? Happiness fills me with a touch of sadness. By that I mean I know it can't last. Beauty decays, laughter subsides When will the stones be cast? Tragedy can be measured by the amount of happiness taken away Elusion is our only protection As we fall victim to its prey So when I've reached a fork in life's road and the

Poeta: Couplets
A Rose One would at first be inclined to compare A simple, perfect rose to this lovely lady fair But such a comparison would never hold true In describing a woman as lovely as you For a rose holds thorns, no matter it’s beauty But you bear no thorns that I can see Instead, like the petal, desired so much Beautiful to see yet forbidden to touch A perfect flower, undreamt in a perfect dream Like a rose set adrift in the purest of cream Fanciful Visions Fanciful visions and whimsical dreams Taken flight on fantasy borne wings Soaring comfortably through the clouds of my mind Eyes wide open, wondering what I’ll find I learn the lessons of the dreaming heart That life is a passion, a living art That you must breathe life into your dreams And make your life much more than it seems For you only live once and that once is forever So chase down your dreams and live for the pleasure time after time Time after time I dream your hand held

Poetry
When is enough, enough? Life is a very peculiar thing. It has its ups and downs, and just to keep thing interesting life throws a few curveballs in for good measure. I was goin through my old blogs tonight. The last blog I wrote was about me taking charge of my life shortly after the Lisa suicide debacle. I am better now. Hell I was better then I jus didnt know it or couldnt see it. I can see clearly now, but as they say hindsight is always 20/20. Since that time there have been numerous changes in my life, not all for the better. But that is one of life curveballs. It seems that im destined to have more than a few thrown my way. Its true that I have walked my own path pretty much since the day I turned 15. And a lot of the problems and difficulties I'm having in life are a result of decisions I made when I was younger. I can deal with that. But in the meantime, does everything else have to work against me??          Be that as it may. I didnt start a new blog to rehash the past. Im

Poetry Not Mine
Je t'adore à l'égal de la voûte nocturne Je t'adore à l'égal de la voûte nocturne,Ô vase de tristesse, ô grande taciturne,Et t'aime d'autant plus, belle, que tu me fuis,Et que tu me parais, ornement de mes nuits,Plus ironiquement accumuler les lieuesQui séparent mes bras des immensités bleues. Je m'avance à l'attaque, et je grimpe aux assauts,Comme après un cadavre un choeur de vermisseaux,Et je chéris, ô bête implacable et cruelle!Jusqu'à cette froideur par où tu m'es plus belle! — Charles Baudelaire I Adore You as Much as the Nocturnal Vault... I adore you as much as the nocturnal vault, O vase of sadness, most taciturn one, I love you all the more because you flee from me, And because you appear, ornament of my nights, More ironically to multiply the leagues That separate my arms from the blue infinite. I advance to attack, and I climb to assault, Like a swarm of maggots after a cadaver, And I cherish, implacable and cruel beast, Even that coldness which makes you more b

Poetry
Walking around these halls Slowly hearing the heartless laughter Of a million lives lost to the madness Wondering how can someone have so much power Yet she walks in a glorious haze Of a beauty covered in sloth and deceit Observing all these fools honoring someone that has no valor As it praises them only if they are on their knees Family it preaches While in gluttony this monster prevails Slaying those whose eyes are open And giving everyone slowly a piece of her hell As the monster they praise slowly wraps them in their own neglect These lemmings yearn for a higher cause I finally understand that its no longer my place to preach to those who desire to be lost. ** I am free from your mindless hate. I simply fell to your lie that I was family, when in reality I just hated myself for believing you could be true. Fascinated are these eyes By such a sweet yet weak display of powerAm I to fear this tyrant...Or these sheep that walk so willingly behind your shado

The Poetry...
Tonight.... I'm a give it to you.. You know that for sure. I give you everything that I am... Now and forever I am yours Try not to be over come.... This isn't the time for you to refrain ... Give me your all.. Work me like never before... Make my jaw hit the floor With pleasure. I will make you quake... This I vow with my name at stake. I give you all of me .... My hands wander over your body... It may seem shotty because the territory is new to me.. But with every minute I will make you see... With every touch your body will shutter.... Melt like butter with the kiss of my lips. Ecstasy felt between you and I ...like fire from the sun. Burns deep into the soul... And when we reach our peek neither of us are able to speak. There's so much stress.. My life is a mess. All the shit I have been through. I thought I would be getting better.. But all I'm left with is anger. I still can't fetter my brain to get around you. But I'm still through with you. My angry

Poetry
Island dreams in hot solar rays, footsteps on the grainy sand, clear blue oceans where dolphins swim, pina colada's and coconut palms. Stories in reflected glories, with laughing and founding desire, morals be delicious soft silky love, like the wings of a peacefull white dove, Hearts beating in redness fury, a cold strike upon the stone, with love flowing fast and smoothly, a tremble and shake from the bones. myspace graphics IN LOVE I meet her gaze I help her stand I hold my breath and kiss her hand I see her blush her cheeks red now I smell her hair and kiss her brow It brings me joy to hear her speak I take her hand and kiss her cheek I feel her skin beneath my finger tips I hold her face and kiss her lips Our love's true passions will now begin I caress her form and kiss her skin Our passions flow like summer rain Our love's fulfilled as we kiss again In the afterglow in fond embrace We speak of love and I kiss her face Copyright ©2008 Dale

Poetry
To See To Hear To feel To breathe With you beside me Its almost a dream I hate you like you hate me I love you like you wouldnt believe I adore you and wish to be like you I want you

Poetry
I'm learning day by day When in doubt I bow my head and pray I find a quiet corner to relax and sit I may not have perfect delivery but i still attempt it   I always wonder if anyone is really listening As my tears leave my cheeks glistening I wonder why does everything seem at times so hard to bear I then realize it's because I'm in Satans snare   I pray and lift up my thoughts for guidance As my tears drift into subsidence I feel at peace with God in my life With him in attendance my hearts love is always rife  Learning Day by Day He will always be a dear friend to me With him by my side Satan will have to flee With him Satans influence will become no more I will be free to see what my life has in store   I give all my problems to something unseen So I will continue to not feel unclean At times I feel I don't know where to turn Until I realize that his answers to my questions is what i yearn   ©Tiffany Fluharty I told you what all i was needing

Poetry (eww)
I wrote this thinking about a few people I've been very close too that have all either abandoned, or turned me away for some reason or another.  Your best served not asking if any of it applies to you, the best revenge lies in never uttering a word of reasons of the ifs, whens, whys, or hows or whats of the things that hurt you.  It was actually very theraputic writing this one. *smiles*I tenderly buried all of your secrets within the catacombs of my heartSo you could proclaim your innocence, and I could die with the burden of the sinsConsumed by the anger inside my soul that can't be dismissed or forgaveLeaving behind an empty vessel that waits praying to be filled full of rain Knowing that this is the existence I'm keeping as long as I'm inside this mental cageI ask only that you continue running as far away as the path your on can lead you awayFor there's no more neatly penned passageways, the whole world just scribbled lines upon a pageAs I sit with my head entombed into my palms t

Poetry
People meet people from all walks of life. some meet on the internet and become man and wife. some have meaniful relationships, some struggle for that perfect answer. some treat there mates like they had a disease such as cancer. i loves are exchanged i hate you's are thrown around too. loving making is a form of expression except when its it only you. it takes two to make a solid relationshop work, but some are only thinking of themselves. some want a mate thats are genuine and some want a mate that has wealth. some care about looks some think all beauty is in the eye of the beholder. some take their lovers for granted some hold them on a pedstal up so high. some will go to great lengths to tell the truth and some will go to great lengths just to lie. so no relationship is perfect....trust me i should know. i have been there and done that i got the movie rights. but its life and thats just the way it goes.... you ever wonder what life would be like if we had our own lil w

Poetry
DEAD TO ME   fear me doubt me neglect me ignore me push me to the point of no return...   rise up stronger harder grinning as i see you burn...   you're dead to me in the past over done finished through...     you fear you doubt neglect ignore exactly what's inside of you...     4.29.09 fester   es mi vida     i walk alone upon this earth i walk the line inbetween love and hate... a narrow path toward the rising sun with hopes and dreams of something great...     5.5.09 fester   sleepless   no destinction no rhyme or reason... no change in time... the fault line has disolved inbetween these worlds of treason... waiting on patience to resolve this dream...     4.19.09 james c leveroni

Poetry (not My Own...)
Hell I’d burn for eternity in the depths of your embraceWith your heart shaped flames kissing the sides of my face.Stretched out on a gasoline bed of hot coals and nailsIs as painful as the bliss of burning flesh that I smell.Devilish laser eyes burn holes through my heartAs the heat of lust boils our sweat dripping in the dark.And a tornado of emotional flames scorch my earsAs the taste of your hot magma evaporates my tears.‘Would try to escape my fate to bakeBut walking through fire makes nerves shake.No, not shaking in pain of your sexy flameLike a fiend I want to blaze ‘till I go insane.‘Till my eyes pop out and my body goes numb;‘Till the friction of our rubbing bones cause smoke to come.This is crazy I know.  I must be under some Salem witch spell‘Cause instead of going to Heaven I’d rather stay in Hell. Ce soir a thousand eyes light the skymine shall fade within your eyessunset caresses twilight in b

Poetry
We fight,We die,through the night,we cry,watching the light,pass us by,why should we fight?why should we die?it doesn't make anything right,Can't you see those hearts that cry,those who fight with all their might,often die,but tell me why,why make your loved ones cry,in kids' hearts they scream with freight,but tell me why,why scare our kids with the fight of all fights, wake up and see the light, and tell me why. Your heart was pure,Your eyes were soft,sometimes it makes me wonder,did i really love you enough?now your gone,and i see,that i may have loved you,but you had even more love for me,i have no regrets,a father figure you may be,i just wish i could see you one more time,i wish you didnt leave. Through the stars,deep within the sky,two hearts meet,one gal and one guy,though the two are different,they still fell into one,they twist and turn around eachother,never to come undone,well this story must cease,but this isn't goodbye,these two hearts have soared,they've learned how to f

Poetry
What mine eyes has seen is thus, A smile so fine  and truly beautiful tis truly glorious. The beating of my heart it overwhelms, I can chance think of another,  Then you turn and walk away, Sadly, never to discover my heart. Go tell my friends for meThat I'm not comming back,Go tell the gang for meThat I can dance no more, Go tell the ones I loveThat I have gone on home, I'm walking in the graveyard nowAnd I am all alone,And I'll be gone before the leavesBegin to fall again, They're rushing up and down the stairsThe bed is wide and soft,But I lie still and oh so coldBecause my mother's gone, Will I soon see her simple face?I have no dreams or faith,I wish that I could make a songThat tells how good it's been I had the stage, I had the light,The music was the tale,But things are tinged with purple nowAnd these sad notes I play I wait until the autumn comesAnd I will be no more. I am tired of comming home and not finding you there, so tired of being lonely But it wud be

Poetry
My mind  Like a twisted maze Clouded  With thoughts of frustration & sorrow Not sure  If I should bottle it or confide Hatred inside  Built up from pain & lies Clinching my fists  As I fall to my knees Looking up  As Tears fall from me Arching back  Screaming in rage Somebody please  Release me from this cage!     Standing here alone  Staring into the sky  I ask God why  Why me Why take away sixteen years of my life  What did I do wrong I had a dream set and now it's gone  You're telling me that I have to stay strong? Well, how are you suppose to do that  When you feel like you don't belong I hate this  I feel so out of place It's as if  My soul has disappeared without a trace Life is a maze  It'll leave you in a daze Where one door opens  Another will close Always feeling the pain  Though it never seems to go away Crying out for help  But not sur

Poetry
I can feel the smoothness of your skin My lips brush against your hair And follow the curve of your neck The same thing always brings me back here I'm addicted I can feel your heart beating so hard Your pulse I can feel at my lips I let my teeth tear at you You sink into me I'm addicted It's like floating, the feeling created You become part of me once again The moistness of your skin, the blood and just you I'm addicted My lips go to meet yours and you take yourself in The bitter-sweet taste and I'm yours again Forever addicted   I see this Women Clad in dark, indigo denim and my entire, Accumulative Ambition as a male. The final abyss, Land of good company And the only home for me, Should be a sight mediocre when compared to this beauty (To put Beauty to shame). Honestly, it is a scientific fact that the sun rises each day only So that we may see this Morning Star and sets only so that we may not go blind from staring too long. My eyes afire, she walks about as the Love-child of se

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Love is like a butterfly. It has wings and can soar high--  Like the sprited eagle, or It crawls without flight, And like the tortise It never reaches its ectasy! So look above the clouds not beind you-- And your world will become a fantasy Of magic, mystery and romance. And you'll dance through life Meeting new challenges each day, whereas, If you crawl, only looking in front of you, Life will become dull and routine. So spread your wings and fly And like the butterfly, Life becomes a gift-- And your treasures in life Are wings of flight--- To any destination you choose I sat with you on that last silver night, thinking that it was so cruel of God to allow the only flaw in that crisp evening to be the menacing glances flowing like currents through the water from your eyes to mine. I thought I would surely die from one more jolt of malice. But through my time-tested armor you rocked me at my core. Your disgust was tangible and it would be a few years before I sent that current back

Poetry
I continue to walk down this lonely road.One that only few people know.All my emotions locked inside.No where to go, and tears in my eyes.One step forward, and ten steps back.I'm running in someone else's race.Once upon a time I followed my dreams.My dreams are gone, and I'm left with these...These empty rooms, with dirty walls.I scream at the top of my lungs.Trying to find a way out is useless. Because every door I find does nothing.They just lead me to another empty room.Where no matter how loud I scream,No one can hear me.

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Between distant hearts lays this watery wasteland The single crack in our path to infinite joy And yet this wasteland is set as our final destination Although it is bound to be our undoing We must travel these broken dreams of those to fall before us In a single hope to hold true to our hearts That single being that can bere the weight of our love Even if only for a second To save our eyes for a single place Where myth and desire become one Where we can lay for eternity upon the softest earth Miles from the begining And yet the end always creeps closer.       Within this winter nightmare My limbs grow colder with every passing hour But as the frostbite slowly spreads throughout my body I sense the end is drawing near Pleading with my conscious And with a whisper of salvation I hope to sway his dieing breath Now as I drift off into this final slumber My dimming light is blown away as if it were the last time Now laying here in the dark surrounded by my fear

Poetry, Lyrics, And Random Shit
Staring, silently she sighs, Withdrawing into herself, away from reality, away from the callous, cruel remarks of her peers, She waits, silently, for the day she can rise, spread her wings, and be reborn, like a phoenix rises from it's ashes.

Poetry
Behold my broken heart, so fragile and so frail. What once was full of hope and love, is now embraced in Hell. A heart that loved a lifetime, a heart forever true. A heart that found its keeper the day that I found you. Now a barren, empty wasteland, beneath a cloudy sky. It was true love that broke this heart and sentenced it to die.   I Know I didn't get a good goodbye.I didn't get a last chance to say.I miss you more and more.With each passing day.What I would give to have you hold me.Just one last time.What I would give to tell you how much I careWhat I would give to have you here.I know you have moved on. I wish it was that easy for me.I cant just say I dont love you anymore. Heather Dawn Stephenson Copyright ©2009  Heather Dawn Stephenson In These Walls To any woman who has been hurt by love: Inside these walls you burn, and yet you are so coldI've learned how to hate your wickedness because of what you've told Love and hate you've shown to me can equa

Poetry
This poem I'll give no real introduction, except to say that it was written some months ago. It's one of my favourites - not for content, but for the fact that at the time, this encapsulated -exactly- how I felt about something, and someone, and thus is one of my very best. I feel it strives for the emotions it speaks of without ever over emphasising them; it is to me both subtle and strong, and this is how I wish all my poetry was.     But Shh, Say I     Quiet I keep the many thoughtsThat roil and tumble, in squalls and storms.Hello say I, to thee, and ask the simple question:Say I, "How are you today?" and let it be as mayAnd answer simple doth return to me - nary a suggestionOf what in me, lurks today.Let us joke and titter, giggle and cackle,Let me paper cracks of awkwardness,Let us swiftly fall to silence,While into the fire my thoughts I toss to crackle,No stress:Merely abience.O, but what if I were to say,All the thoughts I had today;What if to tumble out I let,Each pond

Poetry
Dreamer’s War Dreams walk the landSight’s no one can standA plague made by all man One heart holds the powerSame heart holds a giftTo bring light in a showerTo close the dream rift Come young one nowTake up your bladesSnatch up your bowTo fight back the dream shades War is at your doorKeep the children safeHave them snuggle to the floorAs you battle the wraith Tap into your mindPull forth the powerPull forth the giftDestroy them all at the same time Watch dream’s demons fallAs the sun shall riseThe world shall rest one and all  rain... looking to the skystarting a dance older than timecrying out why....slowly singing turning to ryhme, come fall down from above,your children children thristlands need your cool tender love,i see those clouds about to burst, rain... rain... come this way,we may not last another dayrain...rain... come and playquench our thrist we do pray... rain...  Lunaria Heed to the ladyLady of the moonWhispers of the nightWishes meant to co

Poetry
I retreat into the dark recesses of my mind once againHiding from the harsh realities of this all-too-jaded world.My confusion never seems to abate, not at all.My mind a chaotic whirlwind of terrible thoughts.I pull them around me closely, like a security blanketthe chaos comes naturally to me, feels comforting.I long for the things that once made me safeThings that once numbed my senses into false reverie.Once upon a time I could crawl inside a bottleAnd feel my troubles melt away, if only for awhile.Or smoke the sacred herb, sweet scented securityand not feel or care about anything awhile.But too many times I awoke on the floorwondering where I was; where everyone had gone.Lost and alone, feeling sick and afraid,The darker thoughts coming back with a vengence.The anger and pain clouds my mind again;Medication lasts only so long, helping only a littleBefore the rage returns, battling my sanity,Ripping my mind apart, feeding the pain within my soul.Do I even want to cry out for help an

Poetry
Something for you, that they may see but not know. A broken ship hull lies upon the sandy beach, The icy waves have took their toll, An old and gray sailor stands and looks, But has long since stop to weep. The ravages of time have took their toll on both, With dull gray eyes, he looks at his last love, And his tired old twisted and withered hands begin to tremble. Oh, is it better to be alone than to feel their warm next to me, If only you could see that I need you next to me, I cannot have you; I only want to hold you, for a moment next to me, To feel the tenderness and warm of your young body next to mine, That before I slip into the never-ending darkness, I may remember what use to be, How is to have someone to warm me in the cold night, With your tender softness, your sleeping movements and peace sound of sleep. To wake to the passion of the morning light, to feel your restless body next to mine, To hold your passion in my weary arms and kiss the back of your neck, To press y

Poetic Ramblings
feeling like a caged bird about to break its wings on the bars of the cage Love is a cage when its not returned trapped and struggling against the restraints A love unwanted cuts like a knife without the relief   freedom is savored but granted not to me.

Poetry
ALONE IN A CROWD   The world starts spinningI feel like a marble in a cupThe air gets Heavy I feel like Giving up The World rushes past mein a never ending upContiniously fallingThe world around me is a rushI reach out for help but no one is thereIm alone in a crowd againand no one seems to care.The people they look at meI can feel it in their eyesThe gaze at me so simplyyes its them i despiseAlone in this crowd againI feel like falling to the groundtheres nothing i can dothe world keeps spinning aroundtheres no one beside meto touch my hands as they shakeIm alone in a crowd againIts not something you can fake.even in the back it is like everyone is aroundthey smile and laughthey touch they kissthey stare they mockunknowingly they jestits nothing intentionalits nothing they can hideIm alone in a crowd againAnd I feel like I could DIEIm so tired of being aloneEverywhere I goeven when im with my familyI know i go aloneBecause im alone in a crowd every single day.And unfortunatly for me

Poetry
Brutally cruel She speaks her mind Imprudent fool She speaks her mind Unequivocably right She speaks her mind Suffering blight She speaks her mind Utterly alone She speaks her mind Brittle as bone She speaks her mind Dying decree She speaks her mind Only to me

Poetry
I know you was hurt many times before but baby i have your cure i am the answer to your wish let me heal you with this i will kiss you when you are down and be around to turn your frowns upside down willing to help your heart heal and show how being loved feel open up your heart for me so i can open your eyes to a loving reality  

Poetry From Lady Aimee
Battle of Love   The pain inside crowds my mind, Like a wave of confusion that blinds me all the time. A road I promised I wouldn't go down, Has been traveled without a doubt. I'm finding my self caught in a big battle. Over love for a man I know I'll never have. Why must I always go, Down a road without any hope? Just to watch me beg and plea, For just a little touch from thee. These thoughts crowd my mind. Leaving me no place to hide. Now all I wish to do is run away, and cry. I just wanted to be shown, The love that was given once. I look upon with sorrow, sadden eyes, And try so hard not to cry. But when you love someone, more than they will ever know. And you look into their eyes, without seeing the same inside. Just cuts you deeper than a knife, and makes you fight not to cry.

Poetry By Rw
Call to arms my brothers,Its time to sharpen those swords.Let us kill some others,and break their backs with boards.Call to arms my brothers,Its time to done our armour.Let us kill some others,Like the enemies farmer.Call to arms my brothers,Its time we wield our blades,Let us kill some others,Until the daylight fades.Call to arms my brothers,Its time to use our shields,Let us kill some others,And burn down all their fields.Call to arms my brothers,Its time we paid the price.Let us kill some others,For their blood will suffice.Call to arms my brothers,Let them hear our call.Let us kill some others,And watch as their castles fall.Call to arms my brothers,Its time we head on home.Let us leave these others,For there are none left to roam. Darkness closing all around,To hell my soul is being bound.I begin to feel the last heart beat,and soon death enters for me to meet.I'll welcome him into my home,and within his mind my words will roam.I'll weave a story of hurt and pain,of lovers lost wi

Poetry
I am lost when I am with you I am lost with out you My heart is full of pain Your love has left a stain I can't shake this feelin I can't start the healin Through the pain and the anger You have become a stranger I can't take this pain another day I wish the world would just go away Take me out of this life Stab me with your knife Let my life bleed out So there is never a singel doubt Bring my pain to an end My ever faithful friend.   Take this pain from my life Stab me with a knife let me bleed As long as I need Take my sorrow So I may have a tomorrow I stand here and my heart dies As I listen to all your lies I don't want this pain anymore So cast my blood on the shore Shed my blood If it makes you feel good I don't want this pain Don't make me feel it again I don't want this pain to kill me Just set me free Give me peace So the anger I can release Let my anger be shown Leave me the hell alone I don't want to hurt you Since you haven't a clue Ju

Poetry By Kiera Lathan
"Charade" [Prose That No One Knows] by Kiera Rose Lathan [Do Not Copy/Use/Steal/Ect Without Permission!]   Elegant. Intelligent. Quiet. Introverted. Hiding so the rest of the world can't see. Loud. Obnoxious. Ridiculous. Ludicrous. How the world always sees me. I'm sick of this charade. I wish you knew. I wish you knew. Couldn't hear the words, Couldn't feel the hate, Couldn't bear the fate, Couldn't feel.. at all. I wish you could see through my eyes. Look in that mirror, And not be dismayed. I'm waving my white flag. I give up. Finally, last breath, And sigh. Rest assured, My heart still beats in frailty, Broken by all the bats, Shattered with the barbed wire. I wish you could think my thoughts, Feel the world through my fingers, Then maybe.. You would understand what it is... To be me. I make life look effortless. But behind the laughter and the smiles, The jokes and the goofiness, I'm silent. And nobody would know. I guess it's just the upset talking. But i'm sick

Poetry
I wish I could be ,all you want and need , instead of being such a burden , then maybe you wouldn't full so much contempt for me.   you are constantly telling me that you want and love me but then you end up telling me you hate me .   make up your mind before we run out of time AND NOW ......A HAIKU    bubbles are to her heaving bossomsass that can make the Earth shakeand ass has hidden wonders that tit can not compete

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A rose that was slowly wilting away, Pedals that fluttered to the floor, The radiant ray slowly went astray, Anguish that penetrated to the core. Deprived from water to live, Slowly becoming nothing, Nothing left to give, The beautiful fragrance that once was pulsating, When the last thorn wilt, Suddenly something began to flourish, Things unknown begun to shift, Slowly the rose is nourish, The hand of a lover, A single red rose, Love to fully savor, By love it rose, Touched by this daily, Thorns become vibrant, You made me lovely, Ray can’t be silent, Without you I’m nothing, With you I’m everything, Depart from you I’m crying, With you I’m shining, I am the rose, You are the lover, You are my water, You are my life. Darkness engulfs me,No light to be seen,No sense of reason to be,Craving for death like a feign,You left with no notice,Taking my heart with you,My picture on life is out of focus, The words it will get easier becomes more untrue.Some say it

Poetry By Lori
Hidden DesiresNew day dawning.Wake up yawning.Feel it only deepening.No risk of it cheapening.Teasing banter.An enchanter.No words will ever expresswhat my heart longs to confess.© June 22, 2009 by Lori Prelude to PassionLet me describewhat I have in mind.A couple hoursexiled from the world,an afternoon of love.Candles, music,a bed, food, drink,you and me.Alone.Together.No one elseto penetrate our paradise.Let me lay you down.Climb on top.Lean down to kiss you.My hair will protect usfrom the eviloutside the room.It’ll be a barriermade of steel.My hands,on each side of your head,powerful, soft guns.They will touch,caressplaces which haven’tbeen felt in a while.Let me kissyour birthmark,scars, lips,chest, fingers,manhood.Every inch that makes youyou.My lips,all over your body,will seal your life to mine.They will give youthe strength tomake it to the end.Allow my lipsto heal you from the outside in.Touch my body.Caress my thighs.Wrap my legsaround your waist.Enter my heavenon

Poetry
Hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriendNo way, no way, I think you need a new oneHey, hey, you, you, I could be your girlfriendHey, hey, you, you, I know that you like meNo way, no way, you know it's not a secretHey, hey, you, you, I want to be your girlfriendYou're so fine, I want you mine, you're so deliciousI think about you all the time, you're so addictiveDon't you know what I can do to make you feel alright?Alright, alright, alrightDon't pretend, I think you know I'm preciousAnd so yeah, I'm a hey, hey princessI can tell you like me too and you know I'm rightI'm right, I'm right, I'm rightShe's like so whateverYou could do so much betterI think we should get together nowAnd that's what everybody?s talking aboutHey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriendNo way, no way, I think you need a new oneHey, hey, you, you, I could be your girlfriendHey, hey, you, you, I know that you like meNo way, no way, you know it?s not a secretHey, hey, you, you, I want to be your girlfr

Poetry
The Loss   What sorrow sweet victory it is When I sit here in front of the mirror And see not the person I want to be But the person I least want   I have learned a difficult lesson Time and time again I refused To acknowledge my own Duplicity to myself   Not the ones that where in The line of fire it seems But Me, I hurt the most Condemning myself to loss   These so called friends Are they here for me now? The real ones are

Poetry
I wake to a smile radiant as the sun Shining brightly through hilltop trees Eyes sparkling with a thousand diamonds I wonder what is in me that she sees   “Good morning handsome” dances through my ears As her voice welcomes me into the day Her hand caresses down the side of my cheek Heartbeats skip when she touches me that way   Cherry sweet lips linger in her sweet scent Hovering above me waiting to be tasted Short of breath as I rise up to meet her Not of second of this moment will be wasted   As I embrace her body pressed against mine I feel the smoothness of her blazing skin Sending heat waves through every inch of me Spontaneous combustion ignites within   In this moment nothing exists but her and I Our bodies and souls entangled as one My heart forever trembles in her celestial presence Her lustrous beauty is second to none!   Eyes glisten and smiles shine The mask of her heart's design A shell to simply hold what's inside   It gets deepe

Poetry
They go to prison everyday  But they’re not doing time  Just watching felons in their state  Convicted of a crime      They keep the peace beyond all costs  Knowing what they do  Serves the public they protect  and every prisoner too.     So next time you get on your knees 

The Poet And The Moon
Real like all the rays of the sun strong in in to the heart like a " bang " simply like you, my friend is your smile, wonderful like an holiday on the moon that take me force and make me a small far but at you ever near peice of your world. And when your smile, will become a cry remember about me and i will do with you and eyes in to the eyes will go again where is the rainbow at the end of the rayn     Marco Vasselli to Crystal http://marcovasselli.spaces.live.com/                                               ... so i can see your eyes, their light,so i can ask the love, and the sky sand you for me,so i can know a star, that come on heart to talk with me,soi can kiss your lips, touch your hands, take in my heart,like a done with a divine form, i love you, divine creature, that show to me the real sense of the dreams,and like the dreams appearsi can see you,peace for my eyes !!   http://marcovasselli.spaces.live.com/ tp Crystal Hi friends,

Poetry
~Have I~ Have I ever told you that if I sit really still and silent, sometimes. I like to think I can hear your heart beating in time with mine? Have I ever told you that when I watch you speak to me through lines and cords, and bytes and ram, I imagine your voice, whispering into my ear? Have I ever told you that I wait out each day in anticipation, wanting only an hour or two, just a second in space and time, to feel close to you? Have I ever told you that there has been times, when I ached for you, ached for you so badly, that the emotions overwhelmed me.. and so I sat and cried? Have I ever told you that sometimes, I will reach out, touching your name on this cold screen before me, wishing I could reach in and pull you to me? Have I ever told you that after the first time I heard the sound of your voice, thousands of miles away, I sat up all night, turning the conversation over and over in my mind, examining it, like some newly

Poetry And General Writings
In awe of moments past,Dust begins to gather,For a love doomed to last,Broken promises or a twist of fate?,Peicing together carelessly uttered lies,All to soon I was a little to late,Echoing within my dreams,I thought you knew me?!!!!,Deafening are my screams,Transparently you were supposed to see through me!!!Yet you have seen nothing of me!,How dare you judge!!,You on your pedestal so high above me,Unaware of your own personal brutus,A betrayal of the worst kind,As if you are to her as Jesus were to judas,Trusting in one so shameless?,Where does this weakness sprout?,Gazing upon her garden blameless,Planting seeds of doubt, Keep a weary eye for this ones instruction,For a creator of lies leads to loves destruction. I wish you could have seen my heart,The torment from with in pulling me apart,Demons for which I could not thwart,pushing away my guard never falling,Despite the fact you were calling,Overwhelmed and barely crawling,I hid in this place away from you,Alone I cried missing y

Poetry (do Not Rip)
From whence I came, Of a ferverous delight, A single candle flickered, As it dwindled in light, Twas a dark and stormy night, That I entered this crypt, Of centuries before me, Making my way down, The walls they did drip, In entering into the nobleman's lair, Relics of olde were scattered everywhere, Thinking of my life, And what his may have been, Transported back in time, To a simpler life then, I talked with a man, Who was younger at heart, As he told me the story, That his soulmate did depart, He had held her close, As life still flickered inside, When she died in his arms, He truly lamented inside, Losing his wits and surely his mind, His world was now lost, With his true love that died, As he grabbed the pistol, Which he raised to his chest, He quickly pulled the trigger, Sending a bullet through his breast, Now lying in peace, In life as in death, His true love beside him, Forever in an eternal rest. Where do I start, A wonderous thought, Dream

The Poetry Of Electricity
Desire Is A Tulip in Spring Heart grown tired and torn, forever find the echo, where desire born of dawn was new, green lawn, sunny,hot and delicious. Forever entreating, defy retreating, Love is worth the effort worn, For weeds grow in vapid sensation, Lush foliage loves conversation And true love is a tulip stem born, Waiting eternally without thorn, A bulb just waiting for Spring's soaking, Sun's warmth, and never forlorn. A dreamscape doorway, Midnight black, promising of nighttime sparring Pleasures and primal perfume entice Of morsels savored and midnight laughter. A scene of gentle carnage, linens torn away from careful placement, revealing the wanton bareness of our ecstasy. Could we regret the night's passion

Poetry
Late at night youare all I can think about. The pain I feel when I cannot talk to you. The fact that I miss you more and more with each passing moment. After such a short time of talking to you. The way I feel about you. The way my heart pounds when I hear you laugh.The true mate to my soul. If you can make my walls crumble after such a short time. But know my love is til the end of time. To the keeper of my heart, I love you, I think the good lord that I have found you. Sweet pain. Something that helps me realize that I am alive. The pain of missing a part of your heart. The pain of a love that could never be. The pain of a broken heart that will never mend. They say that pain is just a weakness leaving the body. So if pain helps my world go round. Then bring on the pain.

Poetry
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 WRITTEN BY: ROY VENEZIA JR (THE WRETCHED)  

Poetry
I met this girl one night onlineOne day i wish i can say she's mineBut i know in my mind i'm not her typeAnd i know in my heart that i am rightHer beauty and her charm sends chills down my spine.I wish we woke up next to each other all the timeShe's smart, sexy, gorgeous, and coolMe thinking i'll ever have her makes me feel like a fool.So i guess for now she'll be my  Dream GirlCause why would she pick me when she can have any guy in the world............ A poem done by (Joe Blake) Today is the day i begin my new lifeI spent so many years searching for a wifeI looked high and low near and farBut she won't appear tell me where you areI'm a nice guy who feels he deserves the bestSo till i find my one love i will not restPeople tell me that i should sit and waitBut most of the time i think i'm too lateWhat if my true love passed me byeWhen i was in and out of relationships that made me hurt and cryAll i want is a girl to like me for meAnd than finally and live happy as can be Anoth

Poetry From My Books
I want the vibration that overtakes my bodyLike what I feel any time you touch or even just look at meThat is what I want.I want to feel this all day of every day.I want to help you to explore this overpowering sensationWith every stoke and every motion.I want to give you a feeling so undeniableA feeling almost indescribableI want to give you a feeling that moves from the soles of your feetThen gradually ascends to the top of your head…This, a feeling that just can’t be beat.This intense journey begins with the slightest touch to the small of your backGliding along the curves of your bodyStroking every muscle with every part of meI will kiss you in the crook of your neckThen give your ear a little peckIn turning you over, I will shower your body with a mountain of kissesI will work my way down the center of your chestAll the while, you’ll be pondering the restI’ll unbutton your pants with only my teethThen tease and caress you with all that is beneathWith the c

Poetry In The Making
Some questions will forever go unanswered. Some loves will forever go. Things we've never mastered. Things we've never shown. When will my answers come to me? When will my lover be? I've loved you all these years, yet am so confused with you. Are you just playing games with my head?

Poetry
Look into my eyes, tell me what you see, Hate, anger, pain, misery... You should know, you gave all of that to me. A heart shattered like glass, Everyday I'm reminded of the past, These memories they haunt.... In the day and even worse at night, Without a warning you stole my light, Broken, bleeding, crying... I could not fight. You're stronger than me and twice my size, Who the hell do you think you are?? You Had NO Right!! These cuts are deep but you plead innocent, Are you hell or are you heaven sent? You're much too cold to know how much you meant to me. A billion teardrops have fallen from my eyes, but it's just a joke now and im laughing at your lies. You make my heart hard as stone and now i realize... It would've been easy to die for you... ♥

Poetry
SEEING YOU IN MY MIND KNOWING WE'RE NO TOGETHER WISHING TO BE WITH YOU HAVING LOVE THAT LAST FOREVER YOU'LL ALWAYS HAVE A PLACE IN MY HEART NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY I'VE MADE UP MY MIND TO ALWAYS LOVE FOREVER IN A DAY PICTURING THE LOVE WE CAN MAKE NEVER LOOKING AT THE TIME TO BE WITH YOU IS LIKE A DREAM COME TRUE IF YOU WOULD BE MINE JUST TELL ME YOU LOVE AND FOREVER BE TRUE THEN I'LL GIVE UP THE WORLD JUST TO BE WITH YOU

Poetry By Wulf1367
UNTITLED: Yyou are the one who watched me, so you coud learn to see. I am the one that made you run so you would know how to breath. I am the darkness thathurt you to teach you pain. As i fly through your existence, you now know coldness. I tookyour shadow from the earth so you could not be seen, and i took your reflection frommirrors soyou would not know vanity. I am the bringer of death and you will wear me to the wedding. I am the one who steps on your soul as if it where in peices upon a tailersfloor. I am the one you hate most for letting you live. The sound of the pain i make you feel makes your own ears bleed. I once caught you dancing so i gave you your ,feet in a box. I once caught you tasting the pleasures of sweetness so i ripped out your tongue and made you swallow it. You now kneel before me and beg for death that will never come. You will now sit in perpetual sadness as i watch you suffer till the end of time. BY WULF1367

Poetry
The Oceans Swell then gleam Maize realist fells the seam Dark clouds weep the eyes Prisms the open see sighs A realm for which no end Occuring when lights bend Living aura when waves die Realist wakens; Dreamers fly

Poetry, Short Stories, And Lyrics
Heroine for Morphine I feel you in my veins, running wild with fire. Extasy and agony mixing into a pleasure unlike any. Your scent, intoxicating as you numb me to the core. Forbidden and tempting like a moth to a flame. A shift in the pit of my stomach. Pleasure leaves, alone in the dark again. Sweat drenches me like an ocean. Fingers like ice as the emptiness sets in. I seek your lips to chase off the pain. The heroine for my morphine. The Dark and Dreams   Is it the shadows that keep me up at night or the promise of dreams that haunts me to wake. The dreams aren't truly dreams but nightmares that dance the the subconscious like flames the color of the umbral night.

Poetry Of Mine
Sitting here trying to figure out , how you can be so cold, and what you are all about. I can't believe I thought you were my life, now looking back I think how could I have been right? But I have to thank you for if I was not so broken-hearted, I wouldn't have learned of the new love that was started. You messed up my life, and also my mind, promises made and broken, weren't you so kind. Now sitting here, it's my darkest hour, what I have gotten is so much power. I thought I would be lost and alone, now I have someone who my heart calls home. I think of you at times and it makes me sick, your very essence is like a candle with no wick. You have to learn how to deal with the pain, even if you think it will make you go insane. To learn to love again and learn to cherish , what you had before sometimes has to perish . Love is a danger, love comes to you as a stranger. It will bring you up, it will bring you down, its like your very wish, only one not to come true. It will tear yo

Poetry
I'm not always good with words,saying how I feel seems wrong.All I have ever wantedwas the one thing I could never have.One thing that was always denied me.I jumped in with both feet,when I should have used my head.Is it wrong for me to want things?Wrong to be selfish on occasion?Sometimes I act without thinking,I say things I regret,I hurt those around me.Perhaps I should leave well enough alone,not try to examine what I feel.Shut myself off as I have before.Part of me can't do this,part of me wants to yell and scream,to say yes! I have been done wrong.Yet part of me just wantsthat one little thing that I can't seem to find.When I do I am not sure how to dealI just want to be loved,I want it to be real.  If I were a color, what color would I be? Would I be blue? For without you beside me I just couldn’t see. Would I be red? For the passion in my heart would be taking hold? I am unprepared if that happens, I want to fight being cold. Would I be green? For the things I have seen

Poetry
           A Night In Time sliding down slowly into empty spacegoing days on end with very little sleepclosed eyes peacefully knowing my placein this world could only take me soo deep Black and white fur is all I want to feellooking into my past through anothers eyesmy past, present, future thoughts I peeluncontrollably brining out a few more cries you are watched with trusting eyes upon youmotionless tonight is not a morbid place to beknowing that rest is possible even for a fewthe stillness under the blackness one will see lights dimmed borrowed time to stand stillinterupted by thoughts in the middle of a dreamalone not tonight is what you peacefully feelmiles apart, closeness like a stitched seam A night in time yourself with burning skin comforting touch can be felt by no one aroundbed rest ordered brings torture from withinLaughter, positiveness, and strenth are abound

Poetry
This first poem was just an an attempt to mix some imagry from watching a fall night sky (I do a lot of), and the feelings of breaking up. I've always wanted to expand on this one but haven't yet.   Everyone askes if this second one is from personal experience. No its not. I wrote this one after watching one of those commercials about reporting any abuse you might know of. Was thinking how it must have felt for the child. And this poem came to mind.PO'd at the publisher though. I explicitly told them that all the lines of the poem should be centered, it was an attempt to shape the poem not just write the imagry. But they still messed it up. I'll have to post up a corrected version sometime.    

Poetry
LoveLove to me is like the morning dew clinging to the leaves of the liningtrees of a mossy brook. A beautiful, heavenly feeling, that lingers insilence, only to disappear at the warmth of the sun. It causes you to wantto experience it more and more, morning after morning, until it becomespart of you. Alone AgainYou said you would always love meYou were angered when I did not say itYou bought me flowers to show me you caredHeld me, kissed meAll during the time you "fell out of love" with meI loved you more than anythingI feel the fool for feeling soI thought you were true to meThat your love was eternalYou made me believe that it wasLove is blind, this is trueFor 14 years I believed in youI stood beside yousupported you in your lifeYou were my best friendThe one I felt connected toIn November and again in JuneI said I would wait for youYou asked me to do thisYet with no intentionsto give us a second chanceWhy did you do this to me?Why do you now act like you care?My heart has been bro

Poetry & Passions
  Bodies entwined, what treasures they findas hands explore every peak and valley..soft sighs..impassioned moans..the symphony of two souls embraced.To see...To touch...To taste......all the visions......all the sensations......all the flavours...of two bodies blended inpassionate bliss........entwined in eternal echoes of love and lust... - A Leaf -   Quietly, I lay under the old tree Gazing up into its branches Blithely watching its feathering leafs   Through its gnarling limbs, sunlight beams And I think of Life..of Love..of finer things Of the smile of my child..of a woman a’far And the joy that into my life they do bring   Quietly, I lay under the old tree Gazing up into its branches Blithely listening to a bird as it sings  

Poetry
darkend lifeby andrew Q tainted soul,out of control,his life is weak,his life gonna freak,wonders if his life gonna break,knows that his love life is a fake,knows now that things in the world are not real just fallacy,wonders if he can survive now Life is Hard   I knew it was my dark life that was talking to me, Its always hard to not listen when reason is the truth, And the pain reminds you how bad you want things in life, But when I see you in front of me and my dark feelings tend to go away and it seems like it has never happened, But when things seem so bad its just ends up in fighting or just living in regret, It will be in the back of my mind so i won't forget, While siting in a pitch black room i can only feel and hear how my heart beats when i think of you, But i can't fix anything that will need a redo, I wish i could go into the past but i have no power to do so, Also remeber I do love you and i do mean that. true but bleakdarkened knightbrightest lightfrighten

Poetry!
I want to thank you for all you’ve done You raised us up, teaching us right from wrong You worked hard all the years to make ends meet And kept going through life even when you were beat You were strong with broad shoulders, you carried the load The times were hard and to all we owed Be we had each other to carry us through Your children who needed you You were always there no matter what Be strong never give up is what you taught If all seems to go wrong you will prevail For as long as there’s love you will not fail A home full of love is all we knew We all stuck together as long as there was you Yeah we fought like children as children do And said things to each other we know weren’t true Were all grown up now and to you we thank For each harsh word and the threat to spank You were hard on us and we now know why So the mother you have been so good and so strong Teaching us the difference between right and wrong We take this day to honor you, for mothers, as you are

Poetry
Everything Ive ever known Falls into the unknown Everyone Ive ever cared for Slipped slowly through my fingertips This lifeless embodyment that is considered My body Is no longer the same Love was never an issue Until I met the one who gave me life and hope Hope has never been a word that was used to describe me Becasue hope has never really been there As I sit and watch my peers laugh and cuddle With their boyfriends and girlfriends I wonder I wonder could things have been any different I am wondering if I was put onto the earth Just to make people see that world is not perfect I never understood what it meant to love Until it all fell distant From the person I am now caught between heaven and hell not knowing whats next will i be wrapped up in your arms or be caught out in the cold? will i be lying next to you or sleeping on the floor surrounded by blood?will you be mine or will someone else claim you for their own? Will i hear your voice gently saying i love you or will i hear the s

Poetry
The soft seduction of your lips Your venture down to my hips Squirming, shivering, pulling you near I invite you in, I have no fear Our bodies engage two as one Pure excitment, the play has just begun Breathing, sighing, calling your name I assure you for me, this is no game Two hearts beating, sounds just like one Far from over we have just begun Arching, sweating, screams of delight I surely could get use to this every night Meet me in the shadows of your heart The place where only you and I exist Take me with you and hold me in your arms. Meet me in the stars above The place the highest goals live See the light of love shining in my eyes. Meet me at the oceans edge The place where the water cleanses Take me to a place of absolute purity. Meet me at the forest's clearing The place where the trees part Where we are sheltered and safe. Meet me at the billowy clouds The place where heaven and earth touch Dance with me in the sky and share our joy. Meet me o

Poetic Justice
As some of you know, my ex wife suddenly got married after a 2 month engagement, and wanted to take my 3 kids with her to live with this guy in Texas. I naturally opposed, but she got really nasty with me and the kids. There wasn't a day that went by last month that I didn't get at least 20 text messages from her threatening to sue my ass in court until I was homeless, etc etc etc. My oldest son is on her cell phone plan, and he received a text message from T-Mobile yesterday that said "Your changes have been applied to your account" He called his mom, my ex, and asked her what was happening. Apparently, all that texting she did to me last month with her threats and such? Yea, she didn't have unlimited texting on her phone. Her phone bill was $600.00. Poetic justice indeed.

Poetry
I'm captivated- By your intellect and depth. You are proof that love is life, And not death. Will you let me be- The chorus to your song? Will you let me be- Your shoulder to cry on? You've taken my breath. You've stolen my heart. A thief in the night Thats perfected her art. I'm lost in your eyes. You hang from my lips, Impatiently waiting, For the next time we kiss. You make me feel warm On the coldest of nights. You make me feel passion Every time that we fight. You make me feel That love can be real. But best of all, You make me feel.   Why do I feel this way that I feel? Everyday is a struggle and that shits for real. The cold steel from a blade is my only release. A fountain of blood will bring me my peace. Life is pain, so pain is my life. Ironic how I escape pain with the slice of a knife. You cant understand, no way you can feel, The plight of my life, and the ways that I deal. The blade is sharp, but this pain cuts much deeper. "God send

Poet And Didn't Know It
  A boy and a girl,the best of friends.primary to high schoolfrom beginning to end. Through all those yearstheir friendship grew.They both felt the same,but neither knew. Each waking momentsince the day they met.They both loved each othersunrise to sunset. He was all she hadin her terrible life.He was the onewho kept her from her knife. She was his angel,she made him smile.Though life threw him curves,she made it all worth while. Then one daythings went terribly wrong.The next few weekswere like a very sad song. He made her jealouson purpose he tried.When the girl asked, "Do you love her?" on purpose he lied. He played with jealousylike it was a game.Little did he knowThings would never be the same. His plan was workingbut he had no clue.How wrong things would go,the damage he would do. One night she broke down,feeling very alone.Just her and the blade,no one else home.

Poetry I Wrote
This is a poem I wrote and had published back in 2004. It was written on 1/22/04. I have others as well but I would have to look hard to find them. Its title: Broken (Shattered) Battered Bruised Used Abused Shattered Can you feel this? I can. Battered, Cruised, Used, Abused and Shattered. MEntally and Emotionally I'm not the same anymore. Mentally and Emotionally ripped, torn and worn. I look at you with scorn.   In me I hold a precious gift in which you helped create. You want to come and hold this gift. I move away as you draw near. I am shattered and broken. I fear becoming more shattered and broken. No matter my fear, you still draw near.  

Poetry
Our Colors Never Run by Courtney Leigh Spruiell   We march under this flagDefending the home we loveProtecting people we never metDying for our loved onesWe'll never tuck our tails and runCowards we'll never beWe wear these colors with prideProud to be who we are todayBeing brave and fearlessOur colors will never run or stainBut we still stand strongFamilies and friends pray For us to come home safelyDoing our job with prideWith heart and respectNever once did we fold under pressureIn heart, mind, or spiritThe blood we lose strengthens our bondYou blame us for death and destructionBut you won't fight We are bound to youWe fight for youWe'll never quit until we are finishedWe wear this uniform with dignitySee what we see through our eyesMarching on because you careNever falling and never crawlingWe march beside our brothers and sistersNever to our death but to our livesProtecting our loved onesProud to be who we areOur hearts beat strongOur souls lives on Death Remebrance Ballad

Poetry
You say I never believe you But Baby you know I'll always love you Darlin' You know I'd never leave you You are mine I would cover your body in kisses And this is true Oh I love you You ask me why I do this for you And I tell you time and time again I do, Oh I love you I'll give you my trust and honesty and you know this is true How I love you I love you The rushing waters crashing upon the rocks Amazing how everything seems to stop Stopping in that moment of truth Stopping in that moment of honesty One or two no matter how many Either or you may not have any Within thy own heart Within thy own soul Only one could ever really be told With the heart pounding With how the waters are sounding So much of this could be astounding Much is life Much is strife But thine own love Could it fly out like a dove The waters we feel The emotions we steal The life we love The life we know of Much is like water Much is like air But how can one even dare Love is water

Poetry By A Clown
I needed release. This was a simple fact, I knew; a result of uncontrollable circumstance. I supposed that everyone knew tension like this on a personal basis, but I wondered as I closed the door behind me if everyone felt as much lust built up with it. I had sat at my desk for most of the day trying to focus on work; but I nevertheless found myself dreaming of your gentle caress and expert touch. An ache had been building within me, bringing a distinct wetness to my nether regions. I knew it as I lit the candles and oil lamps; I knew it as I filled the bath with hot, bubbly water; I knew it as I smelled the aroma of musk permeate the room from the incense. I needed release. As I stepped into the bath, removing my small silk robe and leaving it on a hook beside the bath, the warming touch of the water drew all my tension away. I lowered myself into the steamy water, allowing it to engulf me in its warm and soapy embrace. I sighed. It felt so wonderfully relaxing, my mind quickly drift

Poetry
RITUALS OF CLARITYWe error on the side of caution with careful cuts designed for rituals of clarity...  and bleed to help us find our pains inside... those that without the razors edge rarely surface unless we test... until the gravity of or sins and the grim, and grimiest of reality collide... but through these raised ridges, scars, and open wounds we wear our emotions, and manifest our inner child beaten black and blue... by lifes experiences, rituals and trials, while others wait patiently in denial. END Poem by Scott D. Reinhart (SDReinhart1975 on Twitter/AIM)

Poetry
I gave you life, but cannot live it for you. I can give you directions, but I cannot be there to lead you. I can take you to church, but I cannot make you believe. I can teach you right from wrong, but I cannot always decide for you. I can buy you beautiful clothes, but I cannot make you beautiful inside. I can offer you advice, but I cannot accept it for you. I can give you love, but I cannot force it upon you. I can teach you to share, but I cannot make you unselfish. I can teach you respect, but I cannot force you to show honor. I can advise you about friends, but cannot choose them for you. I can tell you about alcohol & drugs, but I can't say "No" for you. I can tell you about lofty goals, but I can't achieve them for you. I can teach you about kindness, but I can't force you to be gracious I can pray for you, but I cannot make you walk with God. I can tell you how to live, but I cannot give you eternal life. I can love you with uncondi

Poetry
He turns the tricks to make them smilenobody knows what he hides so vileAmong them he is the one who cheer them upwould they smile if they knew what is in their cupHe is there only to make others happywhat about what makes him happyWould they smile if they knew thatIf they knew what makes him smileHe shows a side there in the courtbut at night he is something of another sortA man who is free to do as he pleasesa requiem for the one who teasesA jester is he during the daybut what would they sayif they knew that during the nighthe extinguishes a life, a lightHe'll turn a trick here and therebut the string is more than he can bearso every night he'll go out for moreand become what he deeply adoresHe is what he is, that can not be helpedhearing his victim as she yelpedWhat he is, is not just a simple gestureHe is true to who he is...an Evil Jester Ever since he's lost his love over a century agolife has never been such a strain on a heart beforeHe knows he'll never be loved by anotherand h

Poetry
  The dark forest surrounds me. There is no light. I am sure it is night, but I cannot even see the moon. I turn in circles, arms outstretched, trying to feel for a break in the trees, searching for a path or an exit. The birds that used to sing in the treetops are silent. I feel drops of water hit my cheeks. I think that it is raining, only to realize it is just my own tears.  My own loneliness covers me in the darkness like a cloak, but there is no comfort from it’s weight. I cry out for help and hear only the mockery of my own echo in return. The pain in my heart is so real that I am sure the knife must still be there, but when I reach my hand up there is no blood.

Poetry
"Give us not to her.", he cries. My mind not fooled by the tongue that spreadeth lies. "This one is true." , he says. My heart wanting to believe already forgetting past heartbroken days. "The pleasure. Not worth the pain.", he laments. My mind does beg that pointless portent. "This one will be different, I can tell.", he does defend. And with that my heart leads us away breast bared once again. My heart does jump for you whether’t be for pleasure or for pain. Like a dog beat randomly for behavior fair or foul making him insane. Driven unto chasing his tail does nip himself yelping at the added hurt ‘Till you pull him back to you leash in hand with a wicked jerk. A mended heart that is my wish made on those stars that light the sky But when they do fall carrying’t to me it is too heavy a burden it seems and they plummet by Driving deep ‘nto the Earth taking my wish to smolder in Hell as it doth in my chest I still see in my mind that flaming

Poetry
They act like they care, Giving advice when it’s needed. They want to help when you’re hurting inside, Especially when times get tough. Times got rough, They all took off. Showing how much they truly care. What friends I have; I made a wise decision Just to get stabbed in the back. I won’t let it bother me, I deserve better than that. You can come back around, Don’t expect a word out of me. I gave you a chance to be my friend, You’ve gone and messed it up again. I don’t want to hear a word, Not a single whimpering apology. So to you I have to say, “Peace and asscheeks bitches, Stay the fuck away”. To those who are stickin by my side, I thank you in so many ways. You made us smile when we were sad. You made us laugh when we cried. You are the angel God blessed us with; Thank you for being so precious. It made us sad to see you go, But the memories will live on. Our hearts are with you always; You will never

Poetry
Gotta love being A.D.H.D!!! laying in bed staring at the ciling while your brain holds u hostage... things u thought were behind u, Come flooding back n ur doing everything in your power to keep from screaming ur head off and having the neighbers call the cops!!! I've already been in one mental asylum I don't need to go back at this time... even tho it was the best vacation I ever had!!! I just can't shake the feeling something is missing!?!?!? Something I am searching for... But then I tell myself it's nothing... No Need to worry myself... But yet it's eatting away at me like... A beaver eats wood!!! My mind won't let it go away... I wanna run my head into a brick wall!!! IDK what to do right now. I am slipping back into the slow and menicing madness!!! Maybe I can just sit here and drool on myself while I slip away!

Poetry And Shiz..
A creative outlet for feelings when I'm down.....   ------------------------ Black Rose @%~~ When rainfall comesAnd nourishes needed lifeWhy am I left alone?Within this meadow of unseen light..For I wish to feel nourishment too,But I have not touched the beauty,That bliss.. Earth has bestowed upon you..For each new day which dawnsI watch the sun,  slowly fading away,Leaving over horizon, Hope is goneThe promise of tommorrow,  left todayGone with all the light;memories once cherished a timeNow that I wither in shadows of despair;I am exiled of all the feelings,I cannot find.. ------------------ Withered (Black Rose II...) Into another sunset,I watched harmony fade with a dayAnd just when I thought;Light of a suns salvation would touch me..That dream too, has all but withered awayOf desolate darkness,Seemingly all I have ever known..Though with hope still awaiting sunlightTo free from the foundation of sorrowStemming from roots of a pain I've sownAnd yet beauty once beheld me,

Poetry
This poem was written for me by my bff!! =)   The Metamorphosis I had never seen anything like it. It was almost regal the way it hung there. There was undeniable strength in the cord that kept it connected to the tree And somehow I sensed it was not just a simple cord, but a lifeline. I had to look twice at the complexity of this amazing structure. A cocoon of sorts I assumed, but it was so thick As if there was layer after layer that made up its walls. It was as if the layers were acting as an armor… a shelter. I could not help but to stop and take a second look. There was a beauty that mesmerized the eye. There was a strength that defied reason. Yet at the same time there was an undeniable sadness That overwhelmed me as I stepped closer and examined its composition. Day after day others went by. Nobody could simply pass though Without lingering for a moment to watch this cocoon in amazement. There was life in this shell, But day after day the layers remained u

Poetry
As silent as the wind blowsand as rare as it seems it showsI see the world as it isdancing and dangling among the rain asthe summer's sun attempts to comeThe rain is falling, nowall around meand somehowwithout reasonA smile crosses my facewhen I think of it;when I consider the power of itand when I look at the rainit tends to consume my thoughtsby it's playingRain falls constantly around me,penetrating and permeating secret placesthat trace the very essence of this mind I seek. With a smooth and unyielding bend,rain touches every part of mebreaking me downone moment at a timeleaving me with that naked feeling.C. S. Times     Morning Gladness   When I wake up in the morningI hoped to see some redness in my faceto let me know how hard I had been sleeping,and to smell the evidence of fragrance in the air;the one that brings me back home each time it crosses my noseI hope to break the day with the silent bells of the end of night,slipping into it as the day drifts toward dawn.And that

Poetry
You never lied to me,Your words were always honest and true.You never let me downor let me walk away with tears in my eyes.You held my hand when it hurt,and fixed my broken wings.Taught this baby bird to fly,and listened to her song.Turned this duck into a swan,And let her find her way.Away I flew,But back to you my heart will always stay. http://fubar.com/user/2224636 go give him a peace of your mind I understand that you and me,We will never be.But you will always be the one,With the biggest part of me.A tear rolls down my face,As you walk away.I reach out to youBut it's too late,You are already gone.

Poetry
Depression by William Hemig Your beauty intoxicates all you encounter,Yet you fail to notice,Your mind starts to wonder?You've had a rough time,Though now it is over,But yet you continue clinging to what is left over,And in doing this your depression grows deeper,Pulling you apart at the seams,Causing you to unravel and fall to you knees,Pondering desperately: "How much worse can it be? "To ease your mind of your terrible burden,You bargain with Satan (as if he cares),Giving you a release, in turn for your soul:That you believe tarnished and not worth much at all,When all of your friends have been with you till now,But here comes the crossroads up ahead,They give you a choice: "Stand tall or fall down."\You have your beauty and charm,Your intelligence and grace,Good friends and your health,What more does it take for you?  

Poetry
I need someone to hold me when I am cold I need someone to slow me down when life is passing me by I need someone who needs guidance as much as I I need someone in a time of need that will force my potential out when I can't I need someone who will forgive me for yesterday, accept me for today, and love me till tomorrow is late I need someone that wants me and only me, not my friends I need someone who is not looking for an image, but a personality and an idea I fear that my needs may be too simple for you and that you will take advantage. Though, my head does not support a fohawk, it holds up a complex and understanding mind... I need someone who will love and share it.

Poetry By Me (not Yours)
Just do what you do... I’ll leave you be... Just know you are breaking my heart that much you should see...Love who you wanna love... Why not look forward to change... It’s only my life and our children’s you will totally rearrange...Peace is out of my mind... Without you I see no stars... Heaven holds no regards!!!Without you in my life I’ll live on... I’ll want you all the time... And pray to god again one day you will be mine...So go on close your eyes and sleep... You just can’t care to see... How this is killing every piece of me... Pry me off you like the parasite I am... I’m just a clingy old devoted cancer... In your mind I’ve become nothing more than a monster...Take your life where you want to take it... I’ll follow mine to wherever it leads... Lost in darkness searching the seas...The muscle in my chest just a space... Nothing but a hole needing filled in... Half of my heart is yours I gave the other to my children...I lo

Poetry
My mind is overwhelmed with thoughts of death and those of life. not understanding much of either or even the fear. you spend so many years searching for the forgiver not knowing truely of his existence with only the words of the promiser to guide you the hope of the there after surrounds you you close your eyes and whisper goodbye and slip away to your darkest hour and you wait and you wonder has my fate been sealed have I been forgiven or is this the gates of hell...   I wrote this shortly after we buried my Uncle Johnny,, When my mind was filled with the thoughts of not knowing....

Poetry, Bitches
So this is going to contain poetry. Fuck yeah, poetry! In case you didn't know (and since I currently do not think anyone on my list actually doesn't know me at all, weirdly), I'm a poet. I am not yet published as I do not see any current need to be, but I have already written at least nine hundred poems. Some with my bare hand and a pen and only night for a witness; others typed with a clacking of clickity keys. I seriously need a slave helper to type some of them up! Anyway, if you do read any, feel free to criticize. Just bear in mind if serving mockery that I have a strong backhand. ;) Atop a lonely hill, Beneath the dripping heat of a falling sun, The lonely man never alone lingers on, Names of lovers Etched in scars upon the many sharp shards Of his tired heart.   Never felt their kiss as the rain of morning's light, Nor their palm pressed to palm with fingers' clasp; But many beats missed, When the bullets hissed And seethed over foreign fields.   To thei

Poetry
Your kisses are so soft,as they trail down my neck.I no longer can think,my mind's now a wreck.Your tongue moves so slowly,as it lingers on my skin.I bite down on my lip,just eager to begin.I bring your lips to mine,cuz I love how you taste.We keep things going slowly,there's no need to make haste.Whether we're on the bed or the wall,I don't care anymore.All I know in this moment is,I've never needed you more.We undress each other,bare and bodies glistening.Baby we can scream as loud as we want,no one's here or listening.I can see that you're hard,and hunny I'm so wet.But I want you to tease me more,please don't fuck me just yet.You play with my clit,making my muscles spasm.It feels so damn good,I can't wait to orgasm.I gasp in your ear,my voice now quivers.I bite down on your neck,making your body shiver.My fingers glide down your back,as I trace your spine.Your voice is so sultry when you say,"I'm gonna make you mine."I love how you make me beg,and tease me 'till I break.Push me furt

Poetry
Believe Love Dedicated to Luke...My Heart Everywhere I am there you areIn wishes I make on falling starsWhile passing a stranger on the streetWhose eyes I never fail to meetIt's the clothes that you wearAnd the smell of your skinIt's the songs I hear that remind me of thenIt's the smile on your faceAnd the words that you singIt's the way you make me laugh and How I love wondering what you are thinkingIt's the feeling I get when you call me babyAnd how your touch can make me lose my breathIt's you that I can't help but fall intoIt's the words that you softly speakIt's knowing in my heart thatI believe in youIt's the longing, the needing, feeling likeI can't live without you Author: Azria     Copyright © 2009 Endless Wondering I watch you as you move with an air of illuminationIt's amazing how your feet never seem to touch the groundYour eyes are fixed on a path unseenIs this an illusion?...a dream?As you walk by everything is silentMonstrous people seem to gather aroundMy view is l

Poetry
    A single rose, black as the night alone never to be cared for by another, cuz it only meant death, pain and suffering.   She was cast aside cuz she was different, never seeming to fit right in, until she met a God amongst men.   Falling in love As the days passed by... She loved him more and more Each time she hears his voice.   Calm,  never wavering, He stood by her Became her strength Became her love.   Then 1 sudden change Came to pass for her When she then became

Poetry By Me
Shattered                    The date is November 15And the time is just past twoHad a migraine and needed a shotWe just had too much to do We drove out to get my sisterSo she could sit with me thereMy daughter had an appointment And her dad would take her there Maggie and netta were gabbing awayAnd I was resting my eyesTalking of her work and giggling tooShe talks about the guys Driving along we pulled to a stopAnd started again on our wayWe stopped I heard the loudest popThen a buzz that seems to stay Then I heard voices of fearful painAs we established who was hurtAnd he said I have no more carI couldn't believe how I hurt Am I bleeding my baby cried outNo I think it's aunties armSomeone needs to check on BreezyI cried out with alarm. I looked over at the driverAs I hear him freaking outIts ok please calm down I hear my voice seem to shout I start seeing these men….. assessing the sceneWhere is the pain…. One saidI hear myself saying in my neck and backI can't seem to

Poetry
your words are nothing But poisonous lies Your eloquence enraptures me Your words enthrall thy soul Frequently you poison my mind, my body And my soul. Your aura is intolerable Your presence is shameful Thou reminds me of an odious palfrey You act if you are my prodigy With thy masked removed You’re nothing but thy fool. With one hand you hold a scythe And the other sword. A sacrifice for the sinner, a deep Torturing sense of guilt. Feeling sorrow and revenge You fall from grace Depraved of soul Resistant’s is weak. My little sinister how you bring harm Evil and misfortune Sulking around the shadows Grasping your evil deeds in your hands You fall deeper and deeper Becoming translucent and undeterred You've become unearthly Thriving in sin An insatiable, unsubdued thirst for pain On the verge of death You stumble into my court. I stand and watch as you wither into agony I step down and whisper into your ear As you slowly fade "I Always Loved You". Dreary smiles and anguished

Poetry
PLEASE READ THE FIRST COLUMN STRAIGHT DOWN FIRST, THEN RETURNTO THE TOP AN READ BOTHCOLUMNS TOETHER TO FULLY UNDER STAND THE MEANING OF THIS POEM THANK YOU......                              L.O.V.E. Lies                       THE DECIEVER OF MEN Overbearing                HIS NATURE TO CONTROL Valued                     FEELINGS HE SELLS ALLEmotions                   INSIDE HE'S BOTTLED UP Locking                    TOGETHER OUR EYES SEEKOut                        EACH OTHER WE'RE SEARCHINGVirtually                  UNSEEN AND HIDDEN FROMEveryone                   REACHING UNABLE TO GRASP Letting                    GO OF DOUBTS AND FEARSOur                        FAITH GROWS ASVisions                    INSTILLED IN HEARTSEntwine                    MIND BODY AND SOUL Lifting                    PRAYERS IN OFFERINGOaths                      BIND WORDS SPOKEN       Verifying                  INTENTIONS RELEASED DEEPExposition                 BURIED LONG FORGOTTEN Learning          

Poetry
It is hard to deal with life when all it ever does is deal a hand so unbearable that most just want to die.  We have children and pray and hope against all odds that they turn out right.  In the end we never have any control of any of that.  We do everything that we can to install the right codes of ethics and morals just to watch them turn out the way we never planned.  My oldest daughter just turned 18 a week ago and her entire life she has thought that she is grown.  The day after her birthday I found out that she had already moved away from my parents house and is engaged.  Of course I know that I should be happy for her but in the end I am really happy for her or something else?  I have only done what I have thought to be the best for any of my children just to find out that my children think that I have never wanted them.  I am confused and just wish that there was someone out there that understood what I am going through and knows what I am experiencing with my children.  It see

Poetry Written By My Sexy Sinner
Wherever I go, whatever I see. Over ocean's unknown,you are always with me. Pure as the water, we float on this wave. On the breath of an angel, we'll fly away. Cold as the winter wind in the early morning. No one by my side to lift my heart from the depths of despair. Blind to the world around and fooled into thinking that surrounded by those that I know and love could keep me afloat. The absence that tears my heart is too great to suffer. Without my chosen by my side, I am alone and I'll never be home.   Not feeling. Not nothing. Good intentions but jealousy takes over all. Excuses. Abuses.This time I know it's not over so. I'll take all my pride and shove it back down inside. But flowers wither and lies grow old. You cease to care and I'm alone.People climbing up the walls, breaking allmy wretched dolls. Fingersnails they scratched outside in the attic is where I'll hide.   A bodiless soul could pass another soul In the clean air and never notice it. One soul passes through t

Poetry
Welcome to America Where everything is fake To the blood that you drop To the breaths that you take That guy got shot twice But he's still strong enough to fight That guy was killed But he was alive to haunt the night I love the brilliantly planned plot And the conveniently places police The highly trained secret agent Always disturbs the enemy's peace The bomb is about to go off But there is still enough time to run Because you won't get out the building Until the ticker counts down to one The mother ship is under attack The space pilots are dieing Lasers are screaming pass the universe And camera trickery are lying Welcome to digital cable Where all magic can be real A man can be immortal And a hero can punch through steel Where's the foolish criminal Who will later become a hero? Where's the crackhead superstar Waiting to be turned into a zero Welcome to hollywood Where the paparazzi crawls And all your money bribery Is hidden beneath the walls i recently started at my new job.today

Poetry
I didn't want to let you into my heart, but somehow you snaked your way in. now like a bolt of lightening you are gone. You claim that I wasn't trying as hard, but I was you just couldn't see. The hell and the torture I went through because I wanted to be with you, you will never know. Now you have a new woman, a new life, and I honestly hope that you are happy because that is all I have ever wanted for you. At least you don't have to deal with my hurt, with my pain, knowing that yet another has stomped where no one should ever stomp. You claimed that you would never hurt me, never let me down. But you did, you changed and not for the better. You promised me the world and on a silver platter, I believed you, my heart told me I had to, but my head told me not to. I should have listened to my head because at least then I wouldn't be where I am today. I might actually be happy and be with someone that wanted to be with me. You say you are sorry, but I know that you

Poetry By Me
   "Walks, etc"I will take youfor long walksby the wan lightof the full moonJust to gazeat thy lovely facein that wondrous glowwould be worthSo much moreThan a bit of sleepa moment lostaway in the ethercaught on thy lipsFor my caress A mana Real Manfinds no needto strike a womanunless it's to strike up a conversation   "The Other side"The things I see inside those deep eyes cause me to sigh with what is and could bejoys untold, abject fearsongs to soothe the soulor a wall on which to bash my skullhoping, ever hopingto make that crackso I can seethe other side of thoseeyes

Poetry
I know we just met a short while ago. but i feel a strong connection to you. not just sexual but.. i guess you could say its as if i have found something special that was missing and has been missing for a long time.   When i see you pop up online.. i find myself grinning likeand idiot.. when i get a message from you. I smile to myself waiting to read what you have said to me.   When i hear your voice on the phone, my pulse quickens even if we are talking about normal everyday things. Your voice does something to me. its like your velvet voice.. finds itsway to my heart..   i know alot of

Poetry
is it wrong for me to loveto desire two parts of the same wholehalf of me is torn it seemsnever quite fitting all the seamsi burn for one i yearn for the othernever quite finding the niche i discoveredtempted by the forbidden fruit it seemsso soft so lush my mind seems to dreamlace and purity soft creamy skinlips red as rubies this is my one sini need to know am i living a liedoes my body desire something that will never be minewill i know can i you temptress of my heartif in this desire i play aparti must sit here and wait till the day that i findif i am missing an angel somewhere in my mind I saw you...and that was enough... To covet your heart your strength your love My vampiric heart began to beat... Needing to feel your lips on me Lust turned to love in our first gaze Setting my mind and my soul ablaze Touture terrifically clouding my mind Wondering if and when your be mine Feeling you feather light hands on my breast Your mouth pressed tight to me I cannot resist Exct

Poetry
SEE THAT MAN THERE ACROSS THE ROOM? THE ONE IN THE TATTERD SHIRT AND THE BROKEN BROOM. STARTED HERE ABOUT SIX MONTHS AGO, WHY HE USES THAT BROOM NOBODY KNOWS. HE NEVER SMILES AND HE NEVER FROWNS, MINDS ALWAYS ON HIS WORK WITH THAT BROOM SWEEPING THE GROUND. I ASKED THE MAN A FEW DAYS AGO, WHY A BROKEN BROOM AND NOT ONE THAT'S NEW? HE PAUSED FOR A MOMENT AND THEN HE SAID, SOMEONE VERY DEAR TO ME IS DEAD. ABOUT EIGHT MONTHS AGO I LOST MY WIFE, 50 YRS SIDE BY SIDE IS HOW WE SHARED OUR LIFE. OH I WAS LOST AND DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. I NOTICED IN THE CORNER THIS BROKEN BROOM. WASN'T QUITE SURE WHERE IT CAME FROM. EVEN THOUGH IT WAS BROKEN IT LOOKED BRAND NEW.COULDN'T UNDERSTAND, I WAS QUITE CONFUSED. THEN IT HIT ,THAT BROOM, IT WAS NEW. YOU SEE MY FRIEND MY WIFE WAS KILLED ONE NIGHT BY A MAN IN A TRUCK TOWING HIS BIKE. HE WAS ON HIS WAY HOME FROM A RALLY DOWN SOUTH. WHEN HE STOPPED AT THE BAR TO WET HIS MOUTH. ONE TURNED INTO TWO AND TWO TURNED INTO MORE. HE WAS FEELIN NO PAIN

Poetry,music,etc!!
who are you?do i really know you?i mean we see each other everyday when i look in the mirror,but do i really know you,do you really know what i am feeling insidecan you feel me screaming for help wanting to be noticewanting someone to ask me if everything is okaydo you really see what i see?i see you but you act like you don't careyou see me cry,you see me hurt but you don't do anything to helpwhy? why can't you help the girl you see every day,is it hard to help a little?can you feel me shaking? can you feel my heart beating? can you feel me breathing?i want help,i want to escape this body i am in? but it won't let go off me it seems soattach to me? i want to fight my way out of it?why are you not doing anything? i see you looking at me,help!!mirror you are useless why can't you see that i just need some help

Poetic Justice
SWORD and SHIELD alas im found longing for the days of old fantastic wonder the stories are told days of dragons of knight and of mage ancient sages and the elves that never age duels by sword,by tooth and claw , by wizards spell honor and courage your deeds shall tell alas i was born much too late a world filled with technology is my fate oh to swing my sword at a monstrous foe cut by tooth and claw blood shall flow my shield arm weary but still guarding my side the ebb and flow of battle, luck has turned the tide subtle attacks stopped by a skillfull parry to win the day we must not tarry acrid smoke and horses breath hearing the shouts of pain and of death lances raise the charge begins tourney of the lords the best knight wins but dreams are false promises, my soul strings sever oh to escape this world and flee through the never for the days of yore my soul screams where dragons roar and gold and silver streams my

Poetry
1.standing out thereim not the girl i wasi dont knowim lying.embarrassed.betrayedby myself.young.eager.willing.persistant.ripe.but not sweet.jaded.unsatisfied.the taste of youon my lips.wet and cynical.lost.   2.salt on my lipsi just can't lick cleanoil on my fingersglitter in my eyesair in my lungsfingers on my thighsfeet off the groundhead somewhere elsestomach in knotstied to right hereright now heart beating fastwhisper in my earshow long will this lastskin covered in sweatbones covered in bonestalent wasted soaked bedsheetstorn wallpapersalt on my lipstongue on my lipsand you.   3.why are you always therejust when im walking out the dooron someones lipsin my dreamsin black and whitei am singing your songs nowi am looking for the way outi am ready to forgive youand dying to hold a grudge.you were just what i neededat exactly the right timenow i think about iti cringeyet the longing doesnt fadei still taste yougod you were sweetand i became so sourtainted and wrong.why are you n

Poetry
Darkness surrounds my eyes, cuts all my emotional ties, to those who would, to those who could, potentially betray me, i now see, that this is all, my fate is to fall, I will not fade from this life, i will not break from the strife, all is lost, as to the cost, tis life obscene, I'm not yet so keen. on the thought of you having my heart, since when did you play the part, you took what you had, made it look bad, now you will be teared, i am one to be feared, i wouldn't piss on fire to put you out, i wouldnt even raise a shout, i would sit and watch you burn, an slowly wait for my turn, i watch you wallow in your very own sorrow, just remember love, your the one with the heart as small as a dove, i played my part, and gave you my heart. i fell down, to get right back up, i have my resolve, the world does not revolve, not around me, other may yet see, that to walk my path, you have to do the math, can you walk for so long, follow your own song, for

Poetry & Uplifting Words
Unconditional  love is  loving & excepting someone for  who  they  are & not  wanting  to  change  them. If  you  wan't  someone  to  change  something  about  there self  then  you   don't  truely  love  them.  Go  find  someone  you don't  want  to  change  anything  about  them  &  someone  that  does  not  want  to  change anything  about  you!!! I gaze out into the stars one night wondering about life & if I'll ever get it rite. Thinking about things I've done. Trying to make sense of it all is no fun. Then it came to me clear & bright God whispered in my ear that night, my child let go there is no future in the past I have forgotten it whats done is done you must grasp. Take hold of my hand have faith in me, I will help you through life you will see . I created all things It is no big task for me.Author: Gene Cothren I beleive there is a better way but it is going to take us the human race all of us we are all Gods children his creation if we can't get along here then how are w

Poetry
My Friend   As the sun dips down to the west, The skies turn pink to a blush color; The wind blows my hair back across my broad shoulders; I look across the beach and find a soaked red rose drowning int he  ocean I picked it up and said, I pick you up like I would pick anybody that is down my friend;   Dream of Desire Dreams, Dreams, Dreams, show themselves and disappear; They come forth and then leave; When I dream of you, My heart melts into a liquid love to surround you, and never lets you out of my sight; The ocean crashes like thunder, lightning flashes through the dark windy night; The birds scream their flawless echo's across the sea; All that is left is your love heating me with desire;   Dream Spell As I look off in the distant blue ocean; As the crystal wind blows through my hair; I dreamed of a next walking up to her and giving her a rose; A rose which was leading my heart out to hers; the beautiful woman grasped the rose firmly; I blacked out, but whe

Poetry
A heart will beat and never skipUntil it knows true loveIt can't hear my loving thoughtsOr know you are what I dream of A heart can tell us what is rightIt leads us all the timeTonight I saw the proof of thatBecause it said that you are mine My heart is bruised and somewhat soreIt's been to hell and backYet it still can talk to meAnd lead me right to what I lack My heart is now a magnet strongPointing right to where you areShall I let it lead me thereNo matter distance, near or far? I say yes! Please BRING me thereDrag me if you mustPick me up and throw me downIn front of the one I trust My heart now beats a brand new tuneIt sings to you and ITelling us what we deserveEncouraging us to really try So here it is, gift wrapped tightMy heart belongs to youPlease treat it with the most respectAnd let it say my love is true Babydoll, you are my lifeThe light that shows the wayMay that light burn foreverAnd may my love grow each day Today my smile is biggerMy steps are quick and lightI

Poetry
i so wished i was there to say goodbye to such a good lady  damn it hurts when the good people go .. and so damn young whats this world coming to   my brother had to bury another family member ...  wasn't his mother enough .. it hurts liek a son of a bitch when i think about but sometimes i just don't want to  Another funeral     i want to  be numb i dont want to feel thr pain but  i know i have to , to get through it .    i feel bad i hadnt seen you in so long even though we were/are family ..   now i guess your laid to rest ..  you left us so suddenly ..  we'll miss you ..   so much ...       To heal from ones greatest tregedies takes time.. to allow one to feel .. all that was and to express it and and not shy away from ones pain .. to know once that the door is opened one will never be the same .. . but the same can said about the closed door .. you must lock it and think of it no more .. well no more in the way .. that path is lock its journies out of reach .. b

Poetry
I’m tired of being misunderstood, ... See More nerves are shot, weak – like old wood. I’m tired of being ill, no energy, can’t think, losing my skills. I’m tired of so-called friends, stabbing me in the back, again and again. I’m tired of trying to make things right, i give up – I surrender, no will to fight. I’m tired of seeing others in pain, raises frustration, drives me insane. I’m tired of not being able to cry, i’d melt away, nothing left inside. I’m tired because I can’t feel, walking in a daze – numb this can’t be real. I’m tired of being “strong,” i’m weak, i’m fragile, its gone on way to long. I don’t know what else to say, i’m hoping, i’m dreaming, i’m begging, i’m pleading, please, take this feeling away. Right now… I’m just tired…

Poetry
Our love has gone, Gone far away. They travel here and there, But we know they will always come back to us.   They might be away, But our hearts are always with them. Where they go, we are there with them.   We might be separated by distance, But not in mind and soul. They know we stay true, No matter where they might go.   It seems like a life time, When they are not here. But when they return, Everything seems to stop.   Our happiness has returned, We can quit worrying and stressing. They mean the world to us, As hey do to most others.   For they are  American Soldiers, That most hold dear. And they fight for what is right, And protects us day after day.   They don't consider their own lives first, They think of their loved ones, And everything they hold dear.   They know there's a chance to die, But they look at it straight in the face, And they show no fear, Because they fight for love, honor, freedom, And everything they hold dear.   They mi

Poetry
A Life Lost As I lay here in shrouds of white You cry over me. I feel your warm tears flood over me. Or is that my blood, My life, Leaving my body? You once breathed me life And just as quickly Took it away. Don't apologize for what you've done to me. It didn't have to be this way. Don't tell me you still love me It's too late for that now. You had your chance And you blew it. For pride? For selfish reasoning? That's the burden you will have to carry. I cannot help you now Only haunt you with my memory. Don't place me in a fancy coffin. I am not deserving. Instead, just throw me in the ground Along with all the dirt. This is how you left me. I leave you to feel the hurt. My memory will haunt you In everything you do To serve as a reminder Of what I sacrificed for you! I am not in a better place That place was destroyed by you. So as my life slips away And you wonder why this happened Always know it was simply because... I LOVE YOU! Heather McLaughlin 9/10/09 New Star

Poetry By Meeeee
How can I get a grip, when my fingers constantly slip?Some can't deal with the stress, figuring that out isonly half the test. Helping fix other people's situationsis something I'm good at, but why is it still somethingI have to work at? I'm lost right now. It's like I'mrunning through a maze blindfolded. It's a paralyzingfeeling, like being trapped in box. I can't move. I'm surrounded by doubt and confusion. Something's missingMaybe it's love, maybe it's a material object. The confusion what really screwing me up. I'll figure it out, it's just writing it down kinda helps the the situation out. This started out as a poem..... LOOK HOW CONFUSED I AM. LOL

Poetry And Writing
Heavenly Glow I will see you tommorow putting away my sorrows and saying Goodbye to this Life, and time Oh, how fast time goes while the sun shines today It seems like yesterday I saw the glow, on my face and saw the season's change Like the year's changed me Wish you were here Heavenly glow I will see you tommorow just as I did yesterday I'll see you glow, on my face, on my skin Heavenly Glow It's good to see  you again.

Poetry In The Making...
Alone in the darkness that is my soul Not ready to move on but needing to Pondering about who I really am to you Tired of waiting so I hide behind my walls No one will ever get through ever again Invisible barely existing  I go on about my daily life, shrouded behind a fake persona When home in my comfortable safe haven of what has now become my safety blanket I sit in the dark Pondering what could of been but will never be You claim you want help for your current issues; yet you seem to think that it just comes to you. I'm here to tell you ...keep dreaming, it's not that simple. Suck it up, Man up, and grow a goddamn pair! The illness will forever own you if you keep up your life in such a manner. You don't just wake up one morning and *poof* you're magically cured! It takes time, effort, and yeah...there will still be disrepair. My words of wisdom and advice to you would be this: STOP FUCKING DOING WHAT YOU'RE DOING IF YOU ARE HONESTLY AND IN FACT WANTING IT

Poetry Of Mine
How can you Not Tell?How can you not tell that when you hold me it feels like the world is floating and the sky is olny there for us and when your gone the things i loved and use to know is not there anymore and i dont know wat i will miss the most the person i use to know or the guy that i loved.the olny thing i dont understand is how you cant tell that when u hold me that a tear runs down my face and i love every minute of it and u cant tell the feels that i have for you when yo seeme and u dont care or act like it and make me feel not loved when the olny thing i want is YOU....i just wish u knew that and would love me back again The day my life changed was the day you had leaveno matter where I go...I only wish it was you I would see.your the only one I really wanna see or needlooking into your eyes give me a sight at true lovegave me hopealways wanted the day to pass.come home to see if I got a message from youmy savior of this lifeMade me feel like nothing was wrong in this world

Poetry
As I sit alone in the darkness, A figure enters, And the room becomes engulfed with life. Her beauty and elegance, Her grace alone, Creates and atmosphere of pleasure. She is the most beautiful, Sensual being, To ever walk before me. As she moves closer,  I can feel it, The pull  of her, She is electric, She is penetrating, She is mesmorizing. I want to look away, But there is just something about her, Something that won't let me. I am drawn to her, Like the magnetism of earth, She draws my attention. She enters my mind, My heart, My soul. I try to maintain myself, It's no use, Her presence is too powerful. She does not realize, The effect she has, Controlling my every thought. My mind, No longer my own, But now a part of her

Poetry
I f I had arms to hold you, and a shoulder for you to cry on, Would you cry? If my heart would melt every time I mentioned your name, Would you smile? If I had the time to kiss you once and again, Would you sigh? If I sang a tune for the world to hear, Would you tremble and shake? If I said I was hungry, Would you cook and bake? If I said I was thirsty, Would you mix me a drink? If I said I was bored, would you give me something with which to think If I said you were sexy as hell broke loose, Could I give you a goose? If the world tumbled down, and you thought I might drown. Would you turn me loose? If the world was on fire,and ny soul was aflame. Would you sacrifice me for fortune and fame? If I made a gaff Would you laugh?  

Poetry
As I read the runes glow, Enchanting arcaic tomes, For the wolf to hear, He is my bretheren, Calling my companion, My guide and friend,  Stirring hope within, Sad and alone,  He howls for me, Crying out for all to hear, Strength and power, We both do share, Delving deep into Druid lore He is my eyes,  Alerting me to danger, Shifting within me, The wolf is released, For He and I are one, Glowing runes turn blue The transformation complete, I have an ally in him, I'll never again hurt, And be far away from harm, My eyes glow, For the time has come, To be the strongest I have ever been....                                                            

Poetry
MY ONE   A wild heart beats in my breast, Longing to be tamed. Waiting for One strong enough. Waiting to be claimed.   A lonely wind blows through my soul. I feel so incomplete. The empty place within my heart, Echoes with it's plea.   It yearns for One who's strong and bold, Yet loving as can be. One who'll take me to my heights, And then set me free.   Free to feel his loving arms, Catch me when i fall. Free to answer with a smile, To his gentle call.   One who'll whisper his command, Sweetly in my ear. One who's words caress my soul, "Would you kneel for me, Dear?"   One who's hand is strong and firm, Yet willing to caress. What other answer could I give, But a softly whispered, "YES"   W/B Ylva

Poetry
Hiding From My Shadow. Where does the darkness of my calling card will come to an end? Many waken nights i have wonder when it will be over for good. Only time and many steps from the awaking each day i rise from my sleep. Sometimes I Wonder if it is just a dream or all my twisted inside sick dreams have been unleashed to haunt me from now and many times down the road from now. When will it ever end to be happy and shatter all these nightmares that i have become from my twisted tormented thoughts of insanity from my dreams. Have i reach the end of the road or is their more to see other side of the light that shines down the road. Only the mystery of the thought can be my idea for now until that time comes,and only will know soon enough as the days go by.     By Josh R. Snider As I walk threw the ashes stumbling as I continue to walk threw and I yet to fall to the ground crying in pain and sorrow and wondering why I must feel this way and what has lead my love life

Poetry
It trickled down with sadness. Tear stained forgoteness. All that was left was emptiness. Screaming please ! Please! Don't forget me! Then you came.... Crept up like fire under my skin. Peeling back my bitterness. Burning up my soul like acid eating paper. I loved it. I craved it. GIVE ME MORE! I would kill to be in your arms... I would die to have your lips on mine... The blinding salvation of deaths' sweet call, only if will have me first. Take me completely. Forever yours...  

Poetry...........be Gentle On Reviews Lol
Never felt good enough for anyone but myself My confidence is hidden deep down I can't understand why i still feel this way The pain form the past still haunts me Jumping up when least expected I wish it would go away so i cant be happy once again But here is where it seems to stay Most days i feel like a hollow shell of what used to be What i wonder could set me free Even when i think i am happy This other thought is still there waiting To prove itsself known like a badge of shame I hide from the world And replace the hurt and pain with smiles and laughter Hoping to one day find a new cure To this torturous hell The past i know is dead and gone But the pain still lingers on This test of emotional strength Has been going on for longer than i can stand How much more of a tolerance will last Before i succumb just like all the rest? Hold me now 'cause I am floating away Hold me now 'cause I can't take this So full of hate and anguish Destroying all the faith we had

Poet
EnamoredBy the swell of herBreast, softUpturned, firm.Blue eyes thatBeckon, embrace.Down hair tracesGentle smiles.Difficulty seeingThe contrast,Between the visibleEmbroideries of heavenlyBodies, indeedBeautiful. And the innerEmbroideries whichThey only reflect andAre infinitely moreBeautiful.Clairvoyants perceive"Elementals"Those sprites thatTap into thePositive energies ofNatures Love.She cries out to me"I give you a new Commandment,Love one another!As I have loved you, soYou alsoShould love oneAnother" John13:33 poet Days inceptionCoffeeHot, smoothFrench pressedBreaking sunSleep filled eyesSlight stumbleOn deckApproaching railMorning sunFiltering soft chemiseEach curveShadow seenBed hairTussledWantonly, beggingMy fingers to touchTurningSlight smileAskingWhere's the coffee?I fetchWillinglypoet "The GiftStanding silentThe earliest – 1670The latest stillFresh not yet Disturbed byThe settling of timeFamily plots carefullyTended crowdingThe solitary stoneInscribed – “Unk

Poetry
Baby when I look in your eyes I see a future with you Baby when you touch me I feel your love Baby when you whisper to me I hear your lovely voice Baby when I'm with you I wanna be with you forever and always My heart beats so fast that I can't live without you It seems that when I'm away My mind is always thinking about you I don't want to stop No one is ever gonna get in the middle of us I won't let them I love you so much that when we our together We just have that connection that will never die I wanna give you everything that my heart desire's I wanna be with you forever and always  

Poetry And Short Stories
I am alone...I am utterly alone...Alone in this bleak world,I am misunderstood.In a world filled with miseryConfusion, and hate.My life is a War.A war to the bitter end.A war between meAnd everyone else.Soon the war will be over.The last bloody show.I am alone...I am utterly alone...As I look about this barren wastelandFilled with death and devistationI know thatI am alone...I am utterly alone...The blood, the death, the destruction.The lone survivorIn a world that has always been deserted,I am alone...I am utterly alone...Having thrusted myself out of existence,I free myself from this meaningless prision.No one remembers,No one cares,For this lost soul.No one to mourn,No one to rememberThe legacy that I leave behind.I am alone...I am utterly alone...This is what is inside me,This is how I feel.This is what I think,THis is how I act.And this is who,I am... So many faces,Some from the pastAnd some the future.An endless hall of changeA full life of excitement.A mind filled with emotions.

Poetry
when you look atmy picturedo yousee the paincan you seemy markscan you seea soultrying tofind helpfrom anotheror maybea little girllooking for loveHow aboutsomeone sodamagedthey cantseem to findtrue happinessI know this worldit is my ownmy eyes never shinethey are always coldshowing nothingbut the hatredfor the beatingsand the marksI was givenso youngwishingI couldunderstandwhy my familychose my bloodto shedwhy they choseto turna little girlso full of lightinto a hatefuldimmed lightI will neverunderstand

Poetry
With in the heart of a young boy was once love,It dwindled there for a man who couldn’t see it,When that man left the little boy cursed heaven above,Eventually he cried so much there was only a candle lit.With in the heart of the young man was once hate,It remained there for the one thing he never had,And that man never came back for his first mate,With a swift punch he was making everyone around sad.With in the heart of this man is now a love for life,Everything here is set in place to encourage your journey,All the things that go wrong, grin and bear it through your strife,For acceptance of what you cannot change will release you of your burdens.   (this is for my old man) as brazen cold winds blow across my face i feel my disheveled reality begin to slip,i cannot begin to explain how or why my head feels like a helium balloon.but avast my kind soul ponders why this cycle comes around like an ellipse,at first all resides well within my tender heart and then all sinks below a

Poetry
I have been chosen since birth to be an outcast, What are the odds, out of a universe so vast, That I'm picked, the nice guy to finish last, This, a world of the future, where as I'm a creature of the past.   I have something nobody else has, a power over you, Everyone either loves or hates me, nothing I can do, Like magnets, some are drawn to me, some pushed away, Life's a coin for me, always two sides, like night and day.   On the outskirts you'll find me watching life go by, Envy nearly consumes me, but sorrow finishes me off. My only wish is to either be amongst the others or die, to be like the rest of them, not have to watch them scoff.   I have been chosen since birth to be surrounded but alone, It feels as if the solitude has scarred me to the bone, But out of the darkness and misery around me you shone, Stripping away all of my defensesm leaving me prone.   You caught and helg my attention like a fragile bird, You unlocked what I'd forgotten, slumbering em

Poetry..
I'm cocky yet shy yet confindent the best guy in a sense Was in a car acident at 6, and been on fire evry since ask why i b so hot...few mins you'll think da same few days jus for you lames and it varies wit all you dames a lova neva a fighter, but fight for those who's light dividin all da fake from real wit jus my mind i'm devine in all i do keep God above it all seeded up wit 2 kids whom i love and would kill all....for five, six again da best at dis shit analyzin everything and everyone trust i kno wat is and wat isn't All those whom i entertain...be weary because i kno your intentions your methods and devious - ness.. only go how far i allow them to go so watch ya self thinkin Tee is so oblivious jus cuz i try to think dis life is precious dat God has givin us I'm livin jus for da city, committee, the whole world in fact i hate dis individualness we all should move in packs but dats jus my opinion i dont expect you to agree But thats why your not and im hot infinity degrees Lets g

Poetry
You may knock me down Pull my wings off and rip my heart out Burn me to the ground But I will rise again Like my brother the Phoenix...

Poetry
Listen. I need you. Your my only hope. Listen. I know your there. Please talk. Listen. I am here. Waiting on you. Listen. Please. I need you!     By: Shalee Palm You left like a cold wind blowing my face. A cold hour of the day. You left like a father leaves there wife & kids. In this cold world people leave & never come back. You left me for another. I hope she loves you like i loved you. Like in a wondy day where a leaf blows away. You blew away never coming back. You left me because you didn't want me to wait. Even though i would not have waited for you. You left to go to another state to be with another.

Poets Blog
REST YOUR HEAD AND CLOSE YOUR EYES EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY FOR WHEN YOU WAKE WITH THE SWEET SUNRISE IT WILL BE A BRAND NEW DAY TURN DOWN THE LIGHTS AND PULL ME CLOSE FEEL ONLY THE BEATING OF OUR HEARTS AS WE LAY FOR WHEN YOU WAKE WITH THE SOFT MORNING BREEZE IT WILL BE A BRAND NEW DAY RELAS YOUR HEAD WHIE I CURESS YOUR SOFT HAIR LET ALL OF LIES, WORRIES MELT AWAY FOR WHEN YOU WKE WITH THE WARM SUMMERS SCENT IT WILL BE A BRAND NEW DAY FALL FAST ASLEEP AND DREAM WITH ME WHISPER I LOVE YOU IM HERE TO STAY FOR WHEN WE WAKE IN EACH OTHERS ARMS IT WILL BE A BRAND NEW DAY YOU CAME INTO MY LIFE SO QUCK AGORGEAOUS PLEAANT SURPRISE I HOPED YOU WOULDNT GIVE ME THE FLICK BECAUSE IT WILL BE A BRAND NEW DAY THEN A BEAUTIFUL FRIENDSHIP DID ARISE OUR BODY WAS SOVERY STRING IT COULDNT HELP BUT TO TURN TO LOVE WE WONDERED IF GOING FURTHER WAS STRONG  BUT WE FIT EACH OTER LIKE A GLOVE AND IT WILL BE A BRAND NEW DAY IT FEELS SO RIGHT TO BE SO NEAR TO FEEL LIKE WE ARE BUT ONE SO

Poetry
I'm blinded by the sunlight reflecting off your soul. You pull me in like the dark navy blue sea underneath a summer lit moon. Zombified, with every word is my one step closer to your heart. I cherish every moment I spend with you. Craving your endless mind, deeper and deeper I want to be. You have me wishing are souls were fused as one. Together for eternity, just yours with mine. And when the air is filled with nothing but our hearts beating and our breath, we're only gazing into eachothers true selves. Every little piece of you is different but is still amazingly, perfectly imperfect. Your beautiful in your own way. With the Earth sprung on that very day I knew just how much I truly, madly, deeply am in love with you. When you speak, that beautiful noise leaking from your lips soothe my aching heart. That fills the other half of my soul. It wraps around me like the beating sun on an August morning. When you touch me, those coarse but gentle hands up my arm and around my neck arouses

Poetry
I start down deep Within a beating heart Then something happens And my journey starts   I have to possessions So there's nothing to pack Once I'm gone I can never go back   My first stop Is that lump in your throat I can't help making Your voice drop a note   I linger there Just for a bit My friends shortly follow And there will sit   moving on up I've found a colored orb I'm just going to be More than you can absorb   Dancing there Making your nose run Glimmering and sparkling There is the sun   Now I fall down From your eye I'm sorry dear I've made you cry   Now on your cheek I leave a trail My journey near over I'm feeling frail   There I slide Onto your chin From whence I came Others begin   My demise is on the front of your shirt The journey of a tear Hope it has worth The love I give Is with true sincerity But somehow it is met With laughs of hilarity This has caused Me great disparity I'm not looking For charity Just a litt

Poetry
Forever and always   Forever and Always  we will be  Forever and always  Cant you see   Your stuck widd me  till de end of time forever and always  you are mine   our hearts beat as one our lives stuck like gum Forever and Always  our love runs like none   Soon we will be  United as 1  Forever and Always  In the place of love    nothing can bring us apart nothing can get in the way Forever and Always  we will remain   So if yu ever doubt  Just remember  Forever and Always  i will be around  my days are numbered and so are my nights thinking about it leaves me in fright i lose so much sleep tossing and turning dont know where i am going but i long for the yearning i want you to see what i can truley be age is jus a number cant you see im full of love and care freewhy cant you love me just for me jus when i think i have found someone who truley cares the assholes have found me from somewhere its all a game to them i seeplaying with my heart so fucked up for

Poetry
Watching as my red blood drips White birds scatter as I touch my lips Floating away on their worldly trips   Leaving nothing but water     Touching my hand to a withering tree   When will I open my eyes to see   All the creatures staring at me   I am nobody's daughter I touched a flower yesterday It withered and curled away from my hand Its scarlet hues faded to grey I cried that I didn't understand   I dipped my finger into a watery pool It darkened in righteous anger at me It asked how could I be so cruel To torment it for eternity   I wandered into a beautiful meadow The green grass died around my feet I wept to my heartless shadow The rain around me turned to sleet   I fall t

Poetry
                                  A Broken SoulWhen all light is darkand sky is grey,I fear you'll wishme not to stay,Rip from my chesta heart so torn,Beat from my breasta soul thats worn.Some endless nightsdark clouds, no moon.Deep unknown pitswhich bear my doom.That scared darknesscontrolled by pain,disquised by hateunknown by name.A secret blanketwhich holds me tight,no longer feels whats

Poetic Bitch
Liquify my demised reality to nothing but ink on my finger tips. scribble scrabble my soul in till I shed my skin. Hit the entire human sexual places. each time I reaseved was each heart beat I was missing. Each words they spoke became true. I am everything you want to call me. Needle deep back then. High like I was dieing. Crying like I was faking every sexual cum down my leg just to get a dollar for a food to swallow. days that turned to night I was the grim keeper  Creeping to the beat of the streets and letting my self die each time I fucked another. slept with another would the days just end. the metal on my vain was ready and I was young enough to bleed. hard enough to crave. deep enough to let it all go. this was my calling. To awake  To be re-born. ( to everyone that reads this. LET YOU KNOW THAT THIS IS ONLY A LITTLE WRITING SOON I BE POSTING UP ALL MY POETRY. EVERY POEM IS ABOUT MY LIFE WHAT I DONE,WHERE I GONE.)

Poetry
Trickled down with sadness. Tear stained forgoteness. All that was left was emptiness. Screaming, Please! Please! Don't forget me! Then you came.... Crept up like fire under my skin. Peeling back my bitterness. Burning up my soul like acid eating paper. I loved it... I craved it... Give me more. I would kill to be in your arms. I would die to have your lips on mine. The blinding salvation of deaths' sweet call, Only if you will have me first. Take me completely. Forever yours. Restless minds with restless thoughts. Sick of fighting this fight I’ve always fought. Change is what I need. A different sense of prosperity. Not of individuality But through community It’s time to rise together, let them hear our voice Because you must understand, we DO have a choice Leave your differences aside, like religion and race People rise up to make this world a better place. Let’s stop the oppression! Through unification! Rise up and fight the GOOD fight

Poetry
You caught my eye You stole my heart I overlooked your flaws For as you were was what I liked You changed and I loved you still.   You were all the man I could ever want All the man I would ever need You were you and now you're not Just a shadow of a human Fake and drama king   There was a time Your head held High You were a man of integrity then life happened you lost your way   One day you can be a man of truth again, but you have to want to be the man you can be potientially You just have to want to change. Looking at you, my heart on my sleve, My heart pounds with need To feel your touch, to see your smile. Inside, I slowly die.   You have others on your mind. They are what you crave. It is written on your face. No matter what, your eyes don't lie.   I try to capture your attention, Yet again, you pull away, Pushing me further As you settle deeper within. Caught in a world all your own,

Poetry In The Wind
Into Your EyesEvening's hush touches my earsWhispering softly in twilight tones,Tugging insistently at my sensesPenetrating down to my bones.Of day's ending it slowly speaksAnd tells of the darkness drawn nigh,Cloaking the sadness and painful despair,Concealing the tear that rolls from my eye.The blackness, it creeps ever nearerStretching out its smothering hand,Stealing away the light that once wasRemoving all trace from the land.Pulled down to the depthsI gasp and struggle in vain,Searching frantically for any reliefFrom the turmoil wracking my brain.Sinking, I hold my breath, and waitFor the rescue that never arrived.My dreams, my hopes, my visionSeem now to have all been contrived.Unable to see, the lights now have goneI hang my head and start to weep.At last I give in to the nightAnd close my weary eyes in sleep. In dreamless slumber I lay aloneCold, numbing ache lies deep within.Time passes in slow agonizing ticksAs though time's hands are reluctant to spin.And yet in the blackne

Poetry
Come Unto Me:   Why doest thou show to me a guiless spirit? Why doest thou portray to me a betrothed mind? In what region of the perplexed are you lounging? What is the vortex of implosion that you have crossed? Lo thou art deep in contemplation. I see that thou art troubled with despair. Iniquity lingers on your heart. Bestow unto me the secrets of your knowledge. Bestow unto me the knowledge of your desire. What for are you actually coveting after? For verily, to let go of burdens is to be set free from bondage. The bondage that thou keepest, restraineth thou from a pure heart. Set free your troubled soul, but do not let loose the irrational. Come unto me, and share with me your heavy-laden. Only the sharing of the truth will conquer the heaviness of heart. Be thou not afraid for the loss of ones self. Be thou reminded that I stand forever betrothed to you.   Written by Jody Michael Patterson                                                                         

Poetry And Stories Some Are Nsfw
This love is empty, this life I live a lie. I am no longer my own, sadly just a part of everyone's daily life, a routine. I awaken each day to the sunlit loneliness, yearning to live again.    Moments of happiness run through  my mind, only to trip over reality and fall so painfully into the place that has been made for me.    My soul hangs on to the last flicker of hope for passion unleashed! My heart slowly bleeds out from the wounds so unsparingly opened, ripped wide from selfish thoughts, self crippling by an upbringing that willingly kills another's exploration of pleasure and life. Dooming them to a worthless, self indulging life and power trips of control that is offered as a filler to their own emptiness and non existing ego, that has been inflated by a misconception of their own reality. Peeling back the layers with all faults exposed. Memories of past regret lay raped from constant thought, scars are the souls decor lining the walls so sweetly with bittern

Poetry
She’s amazing! She’s perfect!She’s everything I dreamed!Sophisticated, attractive,She’s everything that she seems!I looked in her eyes,I was at a los-for-words.I still couldn’t speak,Even afterwards.I was out of my mind,I thought I was crazy before.She had me all fuzzy,I was cocky before.I stay ready for war.She put a stop to that.She pulled it out of my core.None of that was allowed,It stayed outside the door.The haterid, the grudge,The brolic attitude,The violence, the Marine,The ghetto nigga called Luke.She wanted Elliot,That part of me nobody know.She wanted to see the hidden man,Like that was her goal.She got it for show.I was putty in her hand.I always thought,I was a uncontrolled man.She shocked me,I shocked her.She surprised me,I amazed her.I did all that I can,To show her my worth.Said I was waiting for her,Sense the day of my birth.For the day I was a Smerf.I felt so little.I did and said things,That was just strait pitiful.But, what’s done

Poetry ...
In this cold yet warming room, I feel alive,Though I am dead.I can't feel any pain, Yet my mind remembers how things feel,So now it all shall begin..I lay here, On what is but a steel table,My clothing removed by scissors, Stripped I am, Baring it all, I can not move a limb, I can not even move my lips, So that they may know I am still some how alive...My glasses missing so my vision is blurred, My possessions all gone.This person above me, I do not know his name, Yet he seems to look at me in wonder,He walks around me and thinks out loud,  How did it happen?Was this killer insane?What caused so much blood loss?What did one do to this body and make it so bruised?How could one even hurt this small girl, With nothing left yet the horrid memories that are locked away in her brain?He proceeds to do his work, He takes my hands and moves them slow,As if I am but a fragile soul,He cares for me like no other for one last time,By positioning my body like so,Gently closing my mouth, My eyes he b

Poetry
Where has my love gone?Has she forgotten my heart?Does she feel my hungerReaching out for her?My lustful appetite begging,Yearning, slavering over thoughtsOf her embrace enveloping me?Her gaze burning a hole through meAnd piercing my very soulSetting me ablaze.She is too much to bear and yetNever enough to satisfy me.Only time will tellIf she feels the same. A single smile,A simple kiss,Can lead you on to love's true bliss.A single lieUpon your pateIs all it takes to make one hate.Promise meYou are mine aloneAnd I will place you on my heart's throne.But lie to me...Prove me a fool...Then I shall be anger's tool.

Poetry By Me!!!!!
    No amount of anything on this earth can compare to the way I felt at your birth 5 pounds 8 ounce's 19 inches with a head full of hair, Like I said nothing can compare.My pride and precious bundle of joy, Im so glad i was the one to bring you into this world, Now you have just turned 4 it goes by so fast, You think you have a lifetime But it really doesn't last.I watch you as your growing, getting older day by day, I am so happy now, but one day you will be grown up and move away.So i'm making the memories, and painting a perfect picture of your past, because i know when your older the things you are forgetting won't come back.Yes you are my daughter and you are very loved, I try to show it everyday and shower you with hugs.So when you are all grown up, and finally leaving home I hope you think back on yuor life and love where you come from..... Love is a word that means you care and the rest of your life you want to share with that person.Hate is a word that

Poetry
She stood there with her torch held high To watch planes falling from the sky As silver bullets ripped apart The center of her loving heart With disregard for sanity In senseless act of lunacy She saw her children fall and die The day I saw my lady cry. I LIFT MY LAMP … so reads her plaque Just miles from terrorist attack Her open doors now violated By pure evil orchestrated Hounds of Hell have been released And Good must rise to kill the Beast. I saw her head droop, shaking "Why?" The day I saw my lady cry. Her tears will bring on bitter rain Unleashing winds of hurricane To circle globe in whirlwind force Uncover evil at its source Then seek exacting recompense From those who prey on innocents. They'll not forget, as time goes by, The day they made my lady cry. How is it that I can still love you with all my heart And hate you so much at the same time You give me strength to move on and yet you are still holding me back After all the lies and all the betrayal I know de

Poetic Justice
now... here is my take on it all: apparently the actual explosion occurred at a residence near the organization chabad, its  facility and  transitional housing  structures.  and there are also neighboring synagogues.  the chabad compound address is : 142X 17th street santa monica.   the explosion was reported as coming from 1488  18th street santa monica.   1488???  *  (1a)   1488 From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia This article is about the year 1488. For Adolf Hitler and fourteen-word slogans, see Fourteen Words.   Fourteen Words From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia “ We must secure the existence of our people and a future for White Children. ”   “ Because the beauty of the White Aryan women must not perish from the earth. ”   The Fourteen Words is a phrase used predominantly by white nationalists. It most commonly refers to the 14-word slogan: "We must secure the existence of our people and a future for White Child

Poetry
The warmth of the sun provides me with smiles,An expression that spans the length of miles & miles...Stretching across forever lasting an infinity, the love from the sun reaches all that can be reached. twiddle the thumbs, in search for some thing to do check the email again to see if any one has thought of you, maybe ill watch a movie, or listen to some tunes, but no matter what you are doing boredom is bound to ensue... Broken,bruised,beaten,and trapt under. Tattered,trampled,troubled,and left to wonder. A rift that has been rent.A hole.a blunder. Abased,abated,abhored,and ripped a sunder. Saline,the salty taste of no signifagant other. Wailing,the sound it makes,when the mind gets to cluttered. Flailing,the arms that reach for another imagined lover. Failing, reason for my greif...FEAR is a MOTHER! Bent,belittled,beguiled,defaced. bottled,backstabbed,blind sided,erased. Baffled,bothered,befriended,frustrate. Beggerly,babbling,dripping,dropped. I have been slain, by b

Poetry
HIJAB What do you see when you look at me Do you see someone limited , or someone free All some people can do is just look and stare Simply because they can ' t see my hair Others think I am controlled and uneducated They think that I am limited and un-liberated They are so thankful that they are not me Because they would like to remain ' free ' Well free isn ' t exactly the word I would' ve used Describing women who are cheated on and abused They think that I do not have opinions or voice They think that being hooded isn ' t my choice They think that the hood makes me look caged That my husband or dad are totally outraged All they can do is look at me in fear And in my eye there is a tear Not because I have been stared at or made fun of But because people are ignoring the one up above On the day of judgment they will be the fools Because they were too ashamed to play by their own rules Maybe the guys won' t think I am a cutie But at least I am filled with more i

Poetry
Angel of Mercy Stand by my side Hold tight my hand Through this terrible ride Angel of Mercy Hold me so tight Shielding me from This endless night Angel of Mercy Touch all that I do Painting this terror A gentler hue Angel of Mercy Change all that I know From fields of ashes To new fallen snow Angel of Mercy Shine down from above Turning this hate To undying love Angel of Mercy Guide me today Turning my path In a truer way December 8, 2009      Spinning twirling

Poetry By Others
"I'm nobody! Who are you?" by Emily Dickinson I'm nobody! Who are you?Are you nobody, too?Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!They'd banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody!How public, like a frogTo tell your name the livelong dayTo an admiring bog!     "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo 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 thereHad worn them really about the same.And both that morning equally layIn 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 th

Poetry Readings
We've lost so many ligthers.More lighters than cigarettes.We've broken so many bottles.More bottles than alcohol.So, here we go again.Look over the past year--Feel accomplished yet?Friends, family, loves,Always and forever.Never again.Here's to never forgetting what makes us who we are.Here's to coping with pain and growing up.Here's to looking at each year and knowing what its taught us.We've lost so many lighters.More lighters than cigarettes.We've broken so many bottles.More bottles than alcohol.So, here we go again.Smile at yourself--Feel beautiful yet?Laughter, happiness, perfect,Always and forever.Never again.Here's to standing up straight instead of lying back down.Here's to facing the day where everything matters.Here's to und

Poetry And Rants
i see you so clearly watching me as i fall ever drop of your blood smeared against my wall the tears running down your face as you begin to pace back and forth  screaming and yelling feeling all alone the temptation to end this drone , meaningless existince who would care, you? me ? but why should i matter to you im just a mirror, i dont speak but what you see in me speaks to you see wh tyou like, or that you hate despise and realize everything about yourself so as i shatter and begin to clatter liek your mind unravels from its tight wound ball realize this im just a mirror i dont lie, i just show you what you refuse to accept and come to terms with

Poetry, Mayhaps?
There are times where the world is spinning, Relentlessly and out of control. Taking you into a whirlwind of emotions, Love, Hate, Happiness, Despair.. Inevitably one is lost in darkness, The calm before the next storm, Be it a storm of good or bad, If you could call a storm either. The calm is a time to stop and reflect, And that is when lessons are to be learned, Mistakes forgiven, And for you to collect the shattered remnants of yourself, To place then back together, To find out where you actually want this or that piece, Or where each piece belongs. Just like every calm, It is before yet another storm, One that can make or break you, Or both.   To most people the heart is a reassurance that there is life,Each heartbeat meaning that perhaps you are safe, Safe from the rigid, sharp blades of the world. Who is to say that this beating heart may have it's pace quicken,Merely by the chance at seeing someone. Is this that fiddle player love? The one who plays gentle

Poetry
Forget Me     by Me Forget My Love, Forget my face Forget my touch, My warm embrace.   Forget my hopes, Forget my dreams Forget those times, You Ran Out on me.   For all the nights, You made me cry Truly deep inside, I wanted to die.    All those days You left me sore, You Up and left me On the floor.   I asked for help, I wanted love All you did,  Was push and shove. Now it''s over As you can see, I think it's time To Forget Me.   ♥ Dear Haters,Don't Hate Me Because I wasn't who you thought I was or wanted me to be.Don't Hate because I am cute and sweet; hate cause you can compete. It's Better to be hated for who you are than to be loved for who you're not. So don't hate what you can't imitate.....Either Love Me or hate me, both ways I'm on your mind and I'm Flattered :) Plus, I learned to always forgive my enemies, nothing annoys them more ♥ When You See Me Bitch♥Step Aside♥Because I will Kill Your Rep♥And Murder Your

Poetry In Motion
With chaste heart, and pure eyes I celebrate you,my beauty, restraining my blood so that the line surges and follows your contour, and you bed yourself in my verse, as in woodland, or wave-spume: earth's perfume, sea's music. Nakedly beautiful, whether it is your feet, arching at a primal touch of sound or breeze, or your ears, tiny spiral shells from the splendour of America's oceans. Your breasts also, of equal fullness, overflowing with the living light and, yes, winged your eyelids of silken corn that disclose or enclose the deep twin landscapes of your eyes. The line of your back separating you falls away into paler regions then surges to the smooth hemispheres of an apple, and goes splitting your loveliness into two pillars of burnt gold, pure alabaster, to be lost in the twin clusters of your feet, from which, once more, lifts and takes fire the double tree of your symmetry: flower of fire, open circle of candles, swollen fruit raised over the meeting of

Poetry
1,2 Should I delete you? 3,4 what the hell for? 5,6 I won't suck your dick. 7,8 You're too late 9.10Here we go again The Boyfriend/Girlfriend Application-Humor EVEN iF YOU HAVE A BOYFRiEND OR GIRLFRiEND- REPOST THiS!SEE HOW MANY PEOPLE SEND THiS BACK TO YOU!Ladies Title it "Boyfriend Application"Guys Title it "Girlfriend Application" 1. Your Name:2. Age:3. Fave Color:4. Whats your sign?5.Phone Number:6. Location:7. Height:8.Hair (color and style):9.Piercings/tattoos: HERE COMES THE FUN ... 1. Are we friends?2. Do you have a crush on me?3. Would you kiss me?4. ...with tongue?5. Would you enjoy it?6. Would you ever ask me out?7. Would you make a move on me in a movie theater?9. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?10. Do you want to tell me something that you couldn't before?11. Would you walk on the beach with me?12. If you heard a rumor about me, would you defend me?13. Do you/have you talked about me?14. Do you think I'm a good person?15. Would u take a nap with me?16.

Poetry
I haven't written poetry in a number of years and going to try my hand at it again. Reading works by Lord Bryon has gotten me inspired to get back into writing again.     I write words, they have no meaning they are random thoughts in my head. Yet they are more, they are me they bring life to my dreams passions are shared, love is found darkness resides but life thrives.          

Poetry
I'm happy you found someone Who makes you feel brand new I hope it lasts a long time Longer than me and you   I loved you with everything I had And I know you loved me too I guess we just weren't meant to be Even though our love was true   So forward in our lives we'll go But friends we'll still remain If something happens and you need to talk I'll be here to ease your pain Fickle Winds   They say the grass looks greener on the other side But sometimes we get hurt becuse we are blind For love can be right under our nose And the scent be lost when the fickle winds blow     The hurt we feel is beyond compare Until we realize true love is still there True love blossoms, true love grows sometimes the right one is right under our nose   So cherish the one in whose love you can trust Hold onto them tightly when fickle winds gust And remember it's not always greener on the other side Love those who truly love you and let fickle winds love die. Kiss me passionate

Poetry
This is my heart,being poured out to you.i tell you everything.except the fact......well i think you know.i love you!you've been through thick and thin with me.you talked to me when no one else would.you made me feel loved.the only time you weren't there,was on the weekends that's only cus,you didn't talk on the weekends.those were the times i missed you.you may not think the same about me ,but i had to let you know this.if i hadn't written this then i would be sad.i had to let it out! i had to tell you.this is my heart being poured out to you.i hope you know how much i care.for if we do meet i hope you will love me to! A girl on her knees begging pleading pleaseshe crys but no one hears.she is in pain and suffering,from all the hurt that eats at her.A girl on her knees begging pleading pleaseA girl on her knees begging pleading pleaseGOD take it all away!!all the pain and suffering,i cannot endure.the life she is leading will be no more.a new life she will live.A girl on her knees beg

Poetry
Tell me you love me one last time That you miss me you don’t want to live without me Tell me you need me once again Then walk into the distance Lie to me behind a smile Hide from me behind the flowers Run from me to the end of the road

Poetry
I used to have a comfort zone where I knew I wouldn't fail. The same four walls and busywork were really more like jail. I longed so much to do the things I'd never done before, But stayed inside my comfort zone and paced the same old floor.     I said it didn't matter that I wasn't doing much. I said I didn't care for things like commission checks and such. I claimed to be so busy with the things inside the zone, But deep inside I longed for something special of my own.     I couldn't let my life go by just watching others win. I held my breath; I stepped outside and let the change begin. I took a step and with new strength I'd never felt before, I kissed my comfort zone goodbye and closed and locked the door.     If you're in a comfort zone, afraid to venture out, Remember that all winners were at one time filled with doubt. A step or two and words of praise can make your dreams come true. Reach for your future with a smile; success is there for you! If I had win

Poetry
Such as lost spirits Joining to the pit of Hell Walking to a life of misery Wander our bruised and naked souls I miss your smile Your pain tears me apart Each minute gets worse And destroy my gipsy soul In my infinite sorrow I envy the condemned to death Who knows the outcome of his fate Henceforth my life is a long agony Majestic azure area You are walking your wavy reflections Your white hair twirling in the wind Your languishing sighs have a relaxing feeling Your great age cannot be revealed But your strength always renewed Carries fishermen, soldiers or merchants How many women have you left in torment? Untamed Queen, your praises are sung By troubadours your stories are narrated Of fearless men, lovers or insolents Whom like me fell in love of your fiery heart

Poetry
im preying for  rain im praying for im preying for title waves im preying for mayhem i am preying for chaos i am preying for a change in me to happen and no more breaking hearts at the heart break hotel when i die i am sure i am going to hell with out fail i can almoast garantee this some say ignorance is bliss but i say fail miss your lips i wanna kiss soft like silky velvet they are and i miss u rather your near or far cus girl u are my shining star sexy your eyes are they look through my soul u spark a fire in my heart for it is cole and your passion is the fire you love are my only one burning desire .   poem by joey sun october 30 2011 my sweet death my sweet release take me by my hand and lead me to the rivers of red take me in take in my blood as i lick my lips in excitement to your sweet touch o how i long  for it o how i long for my sweet release let me go to the other side let me go to my spot in hell were i am destined to be  o how i long for thee o how i dream of the m

Poetry
One year ago my whole world fell apart. It feels like the knife is still lodged in my heart. When I heard you were gone I refused to believe it was true. I didn’t want to accept that this world would go on without you. But this world has continued and so has our lives. The loss is still strong; like a thousand stabbing knives. One day it will hurt less and I will no longer cry. Because one day my turn will come & I will have to die. Until then my angel my love for you will always burn bright. Sweet dreams. Sleep tight. I love you. Good night. I tried to write this from my 2 year old daughters perspective to her dad who passed away   I cry for daddy when I’m hurt and even when I’m scared. I know my cries are always heard even though daddy isn’t there.  I love my daddy oh so much.  I always feel his love. I know he’s smiling down on me, watching from up above. I feel my daddys kisses as I close my eyes to sleep .As I drift off slowly I can

Poetry And Other Shtuff
  Whats left here in this life, should I really care.   Time is the only thing hanging on, for if I let go would it really matter.   Drifting into this void, feeling existence fade from my mind.   An open book of wonders I use to be, now a plot-less story line.   I've felt the happiness and have become the hate.   This hunger which I feed, no longer is it satisfied.   Alone wondering... left my heart behind, driven down to nothing more day by day.   The wind has stopped its howl .   Yet the thing I hope most, blows by with a force more than itself.   I let go with one hand and think, if I let go will it let me go.   I hang there not much left inside, contemplating my place with time.   Starting to let go with the other hand.

Poetry From The Mind Of Me!
Dearest world, wherever you are, listen to me, I won't be too far Out of your arms, out of your reach, unable to move, unable to speak About all the things, I've been meaning to say, about all the prayers, I've been meaning to pray You stood by my side, when others would leave, you held my hand and you forced me to believe About all the wishes, I saved up for someday, about all the times I would hope you would stay Sometimes I hear whispers, voices somewhere, they tell me to fear and cause so much despair They speak of the hardships, you're weak they would say, I would fall asleep crying and dreading next days The good times and bad, the black and the gray, the scarcely heard screams and lies I would say All the pain of the others, they knew not my disgust, and making them believe it was me they could trust My own hands would force me, excuses for hate, my own mind would conjure and force open hell's gates I yelled and I beckoned, nobody there heard my cries, they all flouris

Poetry
Gothic pilgrim, Feel my Pain, As gripping fear flows through my veins, Run to the hills, March to the edge, Follow me through fucking hell. Black cock-asians, Beat the bitch, Hitler's Jews, Beat the bitch, Irish skin-heads, Beat the bitch, All for the same thing..., Sweaty nipples

Poetry
Come to me when you are sadCome to me when you are madCome to me when your in loveI'll be there with open armsWhen I close my eyesI dream that i'm with youBut as I open themAll i see is lonely me without youThis feeling that I haveOf hurt and desireIs just me missing youEvery waking hourI pray to god that you won't leaveSo you can stay forever with meBut as you see your not hereMy worst fear is now nearWithout you life can't go onBut i guess i have 2 be strongI'll think about you foreverUntil we are together Maddening, swirling, tumultuous thoughts give my heart no peaceMuscles tensing, heart's wrenching, longing for releaseWalled off from emotions, numbed to dreams of blissFrantically grasping for a hold, sliding further into the abyssAll color drains from my world, subtle shades of gray permeateBroken shards cast illusions, hope falsely propagatesA former warrior, battle tested, I frantically disguise my fearsResolve dissolves, nervousness abounds as my refuge disappearsAs autumn's c

Poetry
An armored space station, with enough power to destroy an entire planet, Stopped on Jupiter’s rings at the one stop drop and shop, ate all the chili fries and drank all of their soda supplies, then jetted off at hyper speed towards earth. With a sly smirk darth vader rounded earth encasing the planet it a giant bubble with only one opening. He then parked the ship on top of the opening, opened the docking station and hollered “ let em’ rip”. Strong flatulent gases then proceeded to extract from the death star, the people of earth hacked, coughed and wheezed at the smell…… Who will save them now? Being found I want a family of good jobs and you’ll do better   I want my chief of a grand father back to fix the rudder lost long ago to keep my family from the waterfall  I want a place to call my own I want perfect lungs to inhale the fresh morning air I want Chase, my first dog  guarding eyes and heart for me   I want to go somewhere no

Poetry In Motion
The Wheels of this bus go round and round over the hills and through the dales the wheels of this bus are full of air never too much but just enough the wheels of this bus are fucking big for such a short bus they are fucking big.

Poetry
For a long time I didnt know what I had. Taking you for granted Not approving of all of your actions, But at the time I was only a child. And as the old folks say When I was a child I thought as a child, I spoke as a child, But when I became an adult I put childish things away. So as I grew up I forgave you for those things that I couldnt understand. Growing closer and closer to you not knowing that our time was growing short. You showed me how a real man is supposed to stand up and take responsibilities of his actions. And for this I love you. You showed me what a real man is supposed to do and how he is supposed to take care of his family. And for this I love you. You were the first physical man that ever accepted me and loved me. And for this I love you. You were the first physical man that I ever loved in return. And for this I love you. No one could ever replace you  although some have tried. But they just dont understand the role or the shoes that they must fill

Poetry
the candle flickersupon the tables centerits light painting shadowsacross this empty roomSitting at the tableare two chairsone full, one still yet emptywas not the clues set in placecould she not see insidehas she yet passed byuncertainty blurs the mindthe restaurant still openits sign reads come in take a siti swear I left a noteit was place somewherewe both could seeif not for hope, one would check and seebut with the passing moments hope slowly pulls from melike the men who has taken the chair awayto add an accompanying sitdid she look could she seethe thoughts linger like fogleering across the mountainsto stand up to walk awayto have never knowwhat may happenso with a rose and a napkincomposed this noteleft  it, upon the tablewith eternal yours and waitingetched in to the chair beneath me

Poetry
What is a real friend Someone who’s with you to the end   Through thick and thin Whether you lose or win   Through your ups and downs Smiles and frowns   A real friend will stick by your side Is always along for the ride   Will completely defend you Even if they don’t agree with you   That’s what it is like to be a real friend Someone to stand by you until the bitter end What is it I see in you I do not have a clue   I would like to explore this more To not let opportunity slip out the door   I want a relationship Based on friendship   To develop in a natural way Not to be rushed on any day   I do have strong feelings for you Where do we go now, what do we do   What is it I see in you I really do not have a clue All I wanted was to be happy But now I feel crappy   My world’s been turned upside down My smile to a frown   I hate feeling this way I wish it would all go away   Will the sun ever shine Will everything be fine

Poetry And Stories
yes my big girl lover I know you are shy reluctant to undress in front of my hungry eyes and lustful tongue; please don't be ashamed of your size; your size to me is a plus; I love your round, firm and fully packed hips and sexy butt...wow! Those giant melons that require extra space are total turn-ons for me; I can't wait to suck on those eraser stiff nipples; spread your big oak thighs my treasure of pure woman; let me search in your silk forest for the your hungry pussy and take you on a trip that only big women can take:    B-I-G stands for:      B-eautiful      I-nticing      G-oddess who has forgotten more about pleasuring than most will ever know. Just because I like to spank or my cock that I yank You call me a Horny Devil?   Just because I've looked at porn you narrow your eyes and scorn and call me a Horny Devil?   Well just remember this my dear you get horny when you drink beer then who's the Horny Devil?   Do you recall the pool tabl

A Poetic Minds Eye
(You Are Brave Young Dragon) You are brave young dragon so sore highSpread thy golden wings and truly fly.Leave this weighted world behind your feetFor a heavenly sky is there for you to meet.You are free blessed dragon of the blue skyUnchained are you to the unmoving stones.So stretch thy limbs and move thy bone'sFor you're a treasure to be widely known.© Copyright 2009 Andrew Reid

Poetry
Michael Watches Over Thee, One Angel, with eyes that dare, I Saw him sent from our sky, To A World thats our nightmare. He Takes Away our misery, And replaces all our pain, He repairs our broken hearts, So that we are free again. Michael is our Freedom, our everlasting Faith, He touches us with Purity, We once again feel safe. My soul is gray, my heart is cold, i cannot die, though i am old. To much to do, too little time,

Poetry
Hope There is something inside that tells me this can happen, something that urges me to never give up, to go after this dream that wakes you with a smile, although it seems out of reach, it is just a few short steps away, keep reaching and stepping forward, until at last you can feel it in your hand, and once you hold it never let go, what is this feeling that I feel?, why is it telling me to keep trying? it is the hope that there is a chance, to feel love once more.                              The Last Ride                                            this world is like none other everything you recieve you lose,    in this time of dispair and wretched conflict you have to break the rules,   don't hold back let it all out stir the fire deep with in   step into my world and let the pain begin   shower me with your energy and feel me deep inside   stay right here and take you share don't run and hide   don't be scared I'm right here this peace will never die   the

Poetry
I hear voices in my head that tell me evil things in the night.I hear voices in my head can you save me from my plight?The voices they come and they go.I try not to listen but they always seem to know.They tell me I'm not worthy they tell me to die.Even though I'm breathing I feel empty inside.I hear voices in my head I struggle with from within.I hear voices in my head and I just want them to end.They are so loud at times I feel myself slipping away.I look for guidance and bow my head to pray.Dear God in heaven please take this nonstop evil away.They told me to harm and kill today.I hear voices in my head Someone please stop the pain.I hear voices in my head I feel I am going insane.I take my meds just as the doc said.Instead of being in silence I feel like the walking dead.So numb inside can you hear my cry?Please help me find out the reasons why. Surrounded by darkened hearts and broken dreams. Only horrors to look forward to on a daily basis or so it seems. When I was young I was

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Mind running free --from trauma and drama stress.....   sometimes when you sit alone   your mind some times thinks of the strangest things.....   from political to weather to music to work then kidss and finally bills....   From the day to day stresses of economy to the public raping of our very self's...   Drifting back to long lost memories of the fondest days that your hair blew......   blowing in the wind, not a care in the world except what to eat and what to do ......   Now grown stressed, tense , you feel as if the weight of the world is on you....   you woman and childeren andprobably friends & family to do the usual.........   bitching and moaning and whining at you bout what your doing wrong .......   when do you get afternoon, week, month alone and the best..........   YOUR MIND RUNNING FREEE....................... I've talked to my friends, Talked to myself I've talked to God, I've prayed like Hell, But, I still miss you I've tried sober, I've tried d

Poetry
Wanting to dieLast night a friend asked me if I wanted to die I said not today. But today I want to die. I want to die because of the loss of life. Because not being next to those that I love. I want to die as I feel I am unloveable and that I am not wanted. What would people say if I died to today? Would they mourn me or throw a party? I believe people would throw a party singing the bitch is dead. Many people say they love someone but how true is it? Are they only saying the words to make someone else happy or do they mean it? I say I love you only to those closest to me. Today one of the people closest to me turned and walked away not caring about what I was going through but because how she felt was important to her. Telling her I didn't want to live any more didn't matter to her. Yes people deal with things in their own way. But if you are close to someone and they want to die do you really turn your back on them and walk away? Wouldn't you want to stay and keep them company if yo

Poetry Of Sorts
Will the paiin even end, will allow me to go on with mend, never once did i believe that you would be taken and would grasp the heart of all the souls that loved you hard, you once said you felt alone and now we all know this to be untrue look at all this love that shines for you, you are need now then ever to hold, to allow us that moment of golden laughter, and to place our hearts at ease. it  was heard all over and felt through the broken hearts of this world, your presance will always be, in the wisper of the trees, in the melody of song, in the sway of the dance, but now you have that wish you once asked to be with him to hold him tight, but for this is, no one here to hold her tight, she needs you now and this is true the land of the blue will sail, the sea will set you free, but what is this to me, a lost empty space that will never be filled, the burn of tears is all I taste. you may say this and i may say that, but in the middle we both say why, we all have the same feelings s

Poetry! By Koda Shadowcry
Every day since the day we met I fall in-love with you all over again. You have shown me what true love really feels like and that is a feeling I never want to lose. I get butterflies every time I hear your voice and when you say you love me the whole world just stops and feels like we are the only ones that are on the earth. You have brought the light back into my life and it shines every time I think of you or even hear your name. Baby you are my everything I could ever ask for and so much more. You truely make me the happiest woman in the world. You are my everything. My heart belongs to you and only you will hold the key. In sickness and in health in good times and in bad from this day forward till death do us part I will always love you! I know it wasn't the best at the start, but its been hell since we've been apart. I've made mistakes and quite a few, but my biggest mistake was leaving you. My heart is full of pain, but no matter how much it hurts my love for you will remain.

Poetry By Muah
I am empty. Utterly And completely. Would you care to fill (With another Emotional Spill) The space inside of me? Words Can Kill And I'm aiming them At myself For everyone else To witness My lack of success. The rays are burning Through my skin Light colliding with Stray decay (How long have I Been This Way? Stupid and blind). Clinging to the promise of sin I pick myself up again Soon, we will face the end But if you'll join me You're No Friend. Veins closing As you're posing (Poster child) Reputation wild. Untamed, Unchained With semen stained Flesh Bruises fresh. Yeah, you're his little girl Yeah, he'd give you the world If it were his (And as told by your ignorance)... It is. I'll watch you fall And choke on the shards Of your pretty glass eyes Silencing your call For mercy. Choke the release, Sound the alert (I fucking hope it hurts)... I have all these little pieces of you And when put together I still don't see the use. I remember December (An every present theme You read). All o

Poetry
I'm sitting alone thinking of you. And the love I had for you. Now it's gone. I've said goodbye. I don't care about the tears in our eyes. What are you waiting for? I said I don't love you anymore. You betrayed me and my love. Now I must fly like a dove. I said goodbye,Why haven't you left? Leave my heart,my soul,and my mind. " A Man I Never Knew"   He's a man I thought I knew  But I didn't. He's a man I thought would never turn on me But he did. He's a man who said he would always be here for me But he isn't.

Poetry
Sometimes I sit and wonder, Why you stare at me, And then I tell myself, You're in love with me. As you begin to move, And as I begin to lean, There was something in your eyes, That I have never seen. You get on a bended knee, And then I start to see, That all you wanted to say was, "Will You Marry Me?" You wrap your arms around me, And without a grudge, That in my whole life that I knew, You were my one and only true love Perfect Pretty Talented Smart Tall Short Dumb Or all above Shouldn't matter what you are All that should matter is whom you really are Brave Strong Weak Breakable Forgettable Unforgotten Happy  Sad Angry or mad We are all human We are have the same emotions We just show them in different ways Loving Caring Sharing Respecting Trusting  Is what we all should be A true friend is the one who picks you up when you fallA true friend is one that won't lieA true friend is there when you callA true friend is there when you want to dieA true friend knows just what to sayA true

Poeticlover
Charlie Chaplin arrived in Monte Carlo in 1936 to hold a Charlie Chplin look-a-like contest in which he, himself came in third place imagine that

A Poet Never Lies
Tear stained pages, crumbled papersLie on floors, desks, and drawersEraser marks, dark lead wordsFlow out from our hearts coreTrash can filled with blank pagesWe want our words to come out rightWe fight with inner emotionsOur finish product is our delightIn journals and in notebooksOur secrets are revealedWe confess, we proclaimIn hopes our hurt will be healedWebster defines all our feelingsSo we define the truthOn how we really feelOur words not uncanny or uncouthIf you know a poetAnd doubt the words they sayKnow that a poet never liesAnd believe what they portray

Poetry By Shadow Wolf
Time Lines....Everything is relative, but some may insist, if you can't see or feel it, it doesn't exist.But science itself is so flawed it depends, on everything having a beginning and end.But go find a scientist right at the top, and ask where the universe starts, and then stops.The answer you'll get will not make too much sense, and not at all because your head is too dense.They'll talk of the vastness, and wonders and all, and divert your mind from the question you called.They can not explain this one question you asked, but want you to not doubt the talk they have passed.They say that a big bang had started it all, but from what volatile matter did this bang fall?For the bang to exist, then there had to be fuel, so the bang wasn't first, but they're stubborn as mules.A paradox it seems that your question does cause, they'll try something else, after a lengthy pause.Science is based on a time line we can keep, which is fine for most folks less they question too deep.But time was a

Poetry & Words Of My Mind
For a moment you where the one. I believed Your eyes. Your soul was a thousand times more beautiful than mine. thought the darkies days where left behind. Your love inhabited my mind. Hoping for a boundless love for all time's. I wish I would have never closed my eyes. The next morning Brought tiers to my eyes. Love was just a illusion of my mind. A man’s weakness is his strength His strength is her love. Her love is his light. His light is his world His world is his life. Embrace of a kiss upon your lip's.A passionate song plays on and on.The fire in here eye's turn's me on.Pleasure and pain can be one and the same.Hot and dirty steamy and wet.You bite my lip as I cor rest your chaste.You lay back and I'll do the rest.These are the moment's, The moments be for sex.

Poetry
Edit wings by Brooke Peterson on Friday, August 26, 2011 at 11:47pm · As i do so easily  time and time again  Lett8ing my wings out Ahh yes I wish all things could be as easy as letting my wings free My feelings are my contradictions my heart is shattered past present Ive givin up on everything Im tired of forseeing everything knowing whats to come or Knowing whats to happen  What happen to a good old fashion surpirse I sit and watch the rain and lightning dance around me making its  magik The only strength i get as of now are from my wings as i let then out time and time again My only comfort  in the darkness of my world  is the hidden what most cannot see  But now its time to spread my wings  unbind my self of this darkness and set flight Let my contradictions free  Now is my tiime  I will sore teh skys free with my heart open Edit I know by Brooke Peterson on Friday, August 26, 2011 at 11:49pm · In this life that I know Immor

Poetry
Memories drudge up From songs of past Life of the olde Which still hurts today Hoping thoughts leave I do not remember For times were different Then and now entertwined Will I ever forget those days Or suffer with each song played One really hits the heart Take it away from me The pain is deep And reality it did not seem Cause I can't move forward Each time it's sang So show me now And have it leave this place For I do not wish to suffer Over olde memories As darkness shrouds me I am all consumed In burning desire to end One and all that which Tears away flesh from bone The pain haunts my soulless being In true pandemonium A moon beautiful in the light, With a girl who brings me delight, Her spirit soft and gentle,

Poet's Place
  You may not believe that I care for you My actions and words to not support one another No one at any given time knows how I am feeling What scares me the most is that not even myself may know I am an enigma of the human soul; bound by others searching for my truth Their questions hold no answers, yet no lies How can one lie when they do not know the truth Love is just as confusing, if not more To depict with words, to match to emotions I know that what I'm feeling is quite new to me Yet, I rise and fall with my heart exposed I may know that I love, though still be unsure Of the path and direction I should take The unknown and unseen terrify me My heart is caught in trance - Should I step forward with my eyes closed Or wait for strength to guide me If I leap with questions unanswered, would I fall in love Or land with my heart broken You may be certain of what it is you want With the readiness to take your future by the reigns I'm forced to step back, to figure

Poetry
For as long as I am alive I shall go on protecting those I love For I will make sure that we all will survive, Never giving up, will die to place water in your cup! For as long as I am alive, I shall always strive to make ends meet, for this deadly evil I shall have no problems, fighting fire with fire, that's the one evil that I am going to beat! Listen to my words as they travel all around, feel the vibration upon your feet as you walk upon thy ground, this is the sound of the beast, for he is loose, looking for his feast! For as long as I am alive, you never have to worry, for I will never let you die!

Poetry
A Time far from here Taken my Serenity Shot to the grounds of the earth Not sure if you knew this was my rebirth Taken my Purity Stripped from childhood only to be a Memory Taken My Virginity Distroyed By Vitality Left with nothing but emptiness Taken My life Given to you At the moment you left Me laying there Broken. A portal to a world unknown A lonely heart Tattered and Torn Swept away by promises broken In a world where lies have been spoken Never to trust again Never to be whole again Standing in a world of tattered dreams Everything falls apart at the seams Trust is no longer there A coldness Fills the air As she sits with that cold blank stare. Drifting Lonely and lost from town to town I am at a cross road and cant be found New Life New Friends I am at a cross road I cant be bound A New Pain A New Heartache Again I am at a Cross road Drifting Lonely and lost From town to town

Poetry
I walk here Among the tattered flesh, The worn out bones, The broken dolls and charred remains Of innocence lost.Nightmare visions That reside in me. Twisted wreckage Destruction, carnage Memories eat away at all that I am. There’s  a dog loose in the wood. The wicked witch is dead. Haunting, grisly images Run rampant in my head. What big teeth you have. Childhood stories  With not so happy endings. Pain rips through my soul As leaden skies let loose their burden. I am drenched In blood and tears and fire. It is a beautiful June afternoon.   The sun is shining.   The birds are singing.   There are neighborhood kids playing hopscotch.   It is not the kind of day where anyone should have to cry.   But, here she stands,  Putting on her black dress, her black shoes, and her waterproof mascara.   She is compartmentalizing.   Car keys on the table, cell phone on the charger, daughter at the mortuary.   Sixteen is too young to die.   How does she say good-by

Poetry
What a terribly lonely solitude and a desolate despair, When the love you desperately seek... simply isn't there. You never see the sunrise or sunset's golden glow, Because you never feel the touch that only she'll bestow. And life seems deathly grim in the absence of a caress, When you lose the will to live; and your love you must repress. The anguish and the pain, when she walks on someone's arm, And the jealousy you feel when she displays her magic charm. And as I meet my God... I'll think of her 'til the last. How life could have been... if she'd loved me in the past. But no sorrow will I show and my sadness is a cure. If you think she was never a part of me... You're wrong... you always were. -Bill-

Poetry
As I hold her hand she holds my heart Nothing in this world, Will ever keep us apart. She makes me smile, All the time, She is the coconut, And I am the lime. Glued at the hips, That is what we are, You can see it up close, And even from afar. Years separate us, But you could never tell, She is my best friend, Like a crab and its shell. She calls me mommy, And it melts my heart, And reminds me all the time, Why we’ll never be apart. She fights back the tears, That attempt to flow, While she sits in a room, A single candle the only glow. Thoughts are racing, through her mind, as she closes her

Poet
They say the eyes are the windows to your soul. A soul sold for second chances. A soul lost and reprimanded. They say the eyes are the windows to your soul. So be careful before the real you is revealed. The secrets you've had sealed, become fair game. All your sins and your shame, The hearts you broke and games you played. They say the eyes are the windows to your soul. Thats way your eyes seem so bold.

Poetry
You broke my heart in twoAnd took me like a bet,with all you put me throughI have so many regrets. To lose you was worth it,although I wasn't sure,it seemed to make me happy,but still so insecure. We always said Foreverwe would take it to the endnever give it upbut this time my heart couldn't mend. It cut so deep into meI guess it hurt you toobut when you did it, then you liedI had to say "we're through." I gave you all I hadI tried to make it lastbut now all we haveare memories from the past. So look me in the eyeand tell me what you seea man so broken insidewho's been through misery. And now I’m moving onwith the pain that kills insidebut I’m starting to forgetby reminding myself, how you lied!

Poetry
 IS THERE A PHONE IN HEAVEN? I WANNA KNOW WHY YOU CANT SIT AND CALL ME SOMETIMES? I CANT LET GO CAN YOU HEAR MY CRY? CAN YOU JUST CALL ME AN I TELL YOU WHY: I MISS YOU GRANNY AND I KNOW YOU MISSED ME TO WHEN THE HEAVENTS SENT GRANNY IT SENT FOR YOU LORD PLEASE DONT HANG UP THE PHONE! CAN HEAVEN WAIT? CAN SHE COME BACK HOME? YOUR FAMILY MISSED YOU AND I KNOW YOU KNOW THAT I MISSED THE TIMES WE USED TO PLAY PITTYPAT BUT ALL HAS CHANGE SINCE YOU SO FAR AWAY I WROTE THIS POEM TO LET YOU KNOW IM OKAY BEFORE YOU CALLED I WASNT FEELING SO GOOD I KEPT THINKING WHAT I DIDNT UNDERSTOOD A YEAR AGO WHEN YOU LEFT MY SIDE I HAVE SO MUCH ANGER AND PAIN INSIDE I GUESS MY TIME IS UP BUT KEEP THIS IN MINDYOU HAVE MY NUMBER CAN YOU CALL ME SOMETIMES?. I HAVE ENDLESS TEARS AND I DONT KNOW WHY MAYBE FROM ALL THESE PAIN I HOLD INSIDE SOMEONE TELL WHY SHOULD'NT I CRY THEY KEEP FALLING WHEN I OPEN MY EYES AND WHEN I SLEEP THE TEARS FALL LIKE RAIN THIS IS MY LIFE THIS NOT A BOOK NOR A GAME BUT IF IT WAS A BOOK

Poetry
Once my love was divine and pureTill I saw her standing thereA timeless beauty, forbidden to meMore beautiful then any creation I ever seenWith effort I lost, and failed to stay awayShe became the bright star that lit up my darkest nightHer heart she did offer to me freelyI cherished it and held it dear to mineHer hand I vowed to take into matrimonyFor those moments when our hearts beat as oneand I got lost into those eyesWas the paradise I always sought Our love seemed to become a legend that defied the angelsThey were envious of us, and of herHow could one mortal being so praised by a man?With swift vengeance they came upon us in the nightDeath came quickly, barely a whisper in the airIt grew dark and cold, raining white feathersThe angels stole the life from her lipsShe lay there pale and cold as snowI wept for the love that once was my own

Poetry
Its not like i can push you,so far away from me,its not like i can hide it,this pain is killing me;its not like you dont see it,its written on my face,its not like you dont know it,its scattered all over the place;i tell you that your hurting me,but you never really care,i tell you that its killing me,and the pain is hard to bare;you tell me that you love me,but how can that be?when all you do is yell,and do hurtful things;i just wanted you to know,that i do feel this pain,i just wanted you to know,that its killing me more each day;its not like i am bulletproof,the pain it hits me hard,its not like i have no feelings left,i just let them gather on my heart;so if you plan to keep me,please change your ways,because like i said before,your killing me more each day... In a world full of darkness,The light of your love shines through;I've never felt so happy,As i feel when im with you;The way your eyes shine when you look at me,The way your smile makes me melt,I Never thought id ever feel

Poetry
Inside I am jumble and excited.  The sounds and smells of extacy are invigorating.  I have yet to touch or smell in person but the thoughts have filled my senses.  I don't know if it is circles that I am running.  Fear fills me from the past.  Excitement that things can be different intrigue me.  But still fear fills me and I don't know what to think where to go what to feel. Wanting to have all that I desire yet not sure if it really can be given to someone like me.  I find myself comfortable controlled.  I don't find myself wanting to sufficate everyone but I find myself ready to let go even with fear.   Its that feeling of awe when you find out something that you just never thought would or could happen.  Like lightening striking out of no where and startling you.  Thunder crashing all around as you cringe.  Just knowing that you are followed by someone you think so highly of is a high that you never want to come down from.  You sit and ponder weak and weary wondering just what coul

Poetry
"Never cared for school, or the golden rule, Papa always used to say I was a useless fool. So I left my home, to show em they was wrong, headed out on the road, just singing my song, and a sunny day, would barely look my way, and everything I had dreamed of, it was away. Money, Girls and cars, smoking long cigars, and I took the first plane home so papa would see. ~When I came Home to show em they was wrong. All I found was 2 tombstones. Somebody tell me please, was I right or wrong?Oh such a sad song. First I got lost, then I Had found, that the ones that I loved, were in the ground. Somebody tell me please, was I right or wrong?~"                                  - Taz

Poetry
She walks in shadows....Lingers in dreams...where nothing ever is as it seems... Standing in shadows...dancing in the rain...Hoping the tear drops hide all the pain..... She is Simply Poetic... My wife and I were watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were in bed. I turned to her and said, 'Do you want to have Sex?' 'No,' she answered. I then said, 'Is that your final answer?' ... She didn't even look at me this time, si...mply saying, 'Yes..' So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend." And that's when the fight started... ________________________________ I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first. "I'll have the rump steak, rare, please." He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?" "Nah, she can order for herself." And that's when the fight started..... _____________________________ My wife and I were sitting at a table at her high school reunion, and she kept staring at a drunken man swigging his drink as he sat alone at a nearb

Poetry
'Alone! ' I cried 'Alone! ' I cried again. 'Alone I am with me! Lonely in a world of mistAlone, I reach to touch your wristAnd see if I am thee.’To be alone beside a soulAfloat, adrift; an empty ghoulAlone in woe; the yearning fleshTo fill a thin, contorted mesh Diffuse atop an icy floor, alone.So much alone in fact, I lackThe tonal vibrancy of life: I am a song without a tune alone; A greying sky in Junealone; The blueness of a sullen moon – waning in a starless night–alone; Coasting down a weedy passalone; The only image in the glassalone; To meet a certain heavy fate– to turn and shut the knurly gate– …alone.  

Poetry
As the night falls, The light leaving the edges of the walls, Time is closing in, A day is coming to its end, Patience may grow thin, The heart tends to bend, Tell that thing you yearn to hear, Those simple words make you cheer, In this night I will be, Just trust me and you shall see, I am here for you, Believe me, I'll say it too... Why must it feel this way?? So good it felt, now you go away, inside I melt, alone again, I no longer feel human, it’s tearing me apart, you took my heart, I have a hole, will I regain my soul? like a vampire with out blood, I’m down in the mud, I still try, for you I cry, my chest is empty, my eyes are full, my body went cold, of you I need plenty, this blade so dull, story so old, I cut, make a rut, my head fills, now I take pills, emptiness will soon fill me, to the point of agony, as darkness takes dawn, again my heart dies on and on........ What they don't see, Is exactly what they will never understand, I'm no longer whol

Poetically Captivating
Volcanic Eruption Bonding our bodies with bondage,an oral fixation with crucifixion.Sly vulnerable vixen in foxy lingerie,mounted against the wall like a painting from Monet. Exposure of a virgin canvas with corruption of seduction,blindfolded love facilitates passion without interruption.Slithering snakes roam through dead cells of attraction,a slight tug initiates a desirable reaction. Neckline border control entices a detour,more time to ignite the dark places to explore.A warm sensational blow passes across your neck,soft lips press against the skin for you to eject. Your beautiful spoken identity rolls of my tongue’s tip,but not as effective as the wrap around your erected nip.A sweet arousing touch as hands caress you near,tip of tongue desire to brush against your perky pink spears. A mouth at risk of DUI after intoxicating lips of lust,

Poetry
I searched for hours and found this beauty online. I hope that one day I could make her mine. Hopefully soon our lips will meet. The kiss and the hug will be so sweet. But for now we are both a few miles apart .She is afraid to let anyone inside of her heart. I know that her trust is something i should earn. Seeing her in person is something that i yearn .Until we meet online is where you will be. I hope that in person you will happy with me. this is rough draft of the poem, i might make changes but not really sure Blood flowing down my arm heals the pain!Being without you is driving me insane!Your love has gone away and I want it back!Pain in my chest feels like a heart attack!I will love you from the sky down to the sea!You and me baby are so meant to be!I will just sit back and give it some time!I just hope you come back and once again be mine!I want you back to stay forever in my life!In hopes that one day I can make you my beautiful wife!But for right now it feels like