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Poetry
I'm Innocent Why do you accuse me so? You are all I know I love you so deep But evil thoughts in your mind creep I long to hold you near You believe others have been here Lies and deception is what you see I have never done that, so why don't you believe me? You have been hurt before I came I have felt pain just the same Your trust is hidden behind a broken heart Everything I do is questioned and torn apart I can't spend my life under lock and key I won't hurt you, don't you see? Your my love, my heart and the answer to my prayer The love I have for you is rare I am afraid you will run me away Please trust me and let me stay Let me into the heart you keep concealed All the love you need will be revealed I will not hurt you or make you cry If I did my heart would die You are the love of my life Please trust me and take from my heart the knife.

Poetry
My Room Here alone in my room Waiting on some impending doom Low sounds of a distant fan I watch a rolling of a can These walls of faces staring Lifeless eyes looking so uncaring Everything seems to close in around To these walls I am bound Just a hollow cell I fear In this room I live a nightmare To be so alone and torn The pain is piercing like a thorn Cold and empty my soul creeps As my body lays and sleeps Decaying, I watch as my heart dies I scream for love but they are forsaken cries I crawl and curl upon my bed Chaotic thoughts run through my head These walls are patronizing to the mind An abandoned corpse is what you'll find Frozen still hard as lead For I am no more, I am dead.

Poetry
All I Want You entered my life by surprise You gave my heart such a rise Afraid to let you in for fear of hurt I have been mistreated, a lot like dirt I have tried to love before They took my heart and watched as it tore My love is not a toy to be played Those that disrespected it payed I can love with a love beyond most can see If you take care not to hurt me I can give you the world in just a kiss I promise my love will never be missed To wrap you in my arms every night To hear I love you and try not to fight Gentle caressing as you sleep In my heart a love that runs deep I will be there to wipe your tears Standing beside you through out the years I will be your strength when you are weak I will be your tongue when you can not speak I vow to love you all your life I want to be a lover, I want to be a wife For me to do all that you see I need to know I am your one and only to be I don't want to be in pain I want to be happy and dance in the rain So ple

Poetry
Blowing Kisses Sitting here on a sandy shore Watching as the seagulls soar I blow kisses in the wind I watch them slowly as they descend I look out into the sea Wondering when you'll be with me I sit alone on this beach You are just so far out of reach I want to kiss you, oh so much I long to let you feel my touch The sky is painted with oranges and pinks I watch the sun as it sinks. Beneath the sea the sun's light melts away Taking what's left of the day As the darkness creeps over the sand I gently raise my hand One last time I place it to my lips I blow the kiss from my fingertips As the night finally is set all around I lift myself from the ground I whisper I love you with all my heart I await the day we are no longer apart.

Poetry
My Crystal Heart I am sitting here wishing I was there The feelings I have are rare. My crystal heart has a crack Someone has already given it back The crack runs right through If your not careful it will break in two I want to be yours and yours to keep In love I want to fall I want to fall deep The endless feeling of someone near A happiness that brings a tear To take care of in sickness and health I want love I don't want wealth To have and to hold In the the heat and the cold The love I want is hard to find But it can be where some are blind It goes unnoticed and unaware Usually cries as it sits there My heart is fragile and easy to destroy This is not a game, my heart is not a toy I want to be with you in every way Forever in your arms, Forever to stay.

Poetry For The Brain....
Dusky Nights and Lips Stained Red my thighs brusied like the night sky i take it inside me and tear it like flesh the blood on my lips an offering to my altar when is it enough consumed by its rapture i writhe for its lust loving the death that it brings inside i seal myself in its pale embrace until the light never enough i am now one with it inside my mouth the taste of copper i am now fiending for i need the night's dusky embrace to fulfill me have you enough? still like the moonless sky i wait for the offer ravenous i let it spill over my tongue visions of decay and the blackness fill my head i have seen enough waking to sheets covered with blood and lips stained red my fiendish ways have become my tomb that i dwell inside i am what the black has made me.....

Poetry
Wandering around stareing in dispare, i took the trouble to see what was there. Im my confusion and disolution, i'd stumbled upon a girlish protrusion. Leaning and gleaning, trying to get a glimpse, when surley i discovered this thing was immense. Purple and pink from tip to top, I began to wonder, is it going to pop? Shaking and quaking from bottom to top, the tip was quite ripped and ready to pop. The next thing I knew i was covered in goo, and shuttering and sputtering, i wander what to do. I turned and ran, taking up tail hoping for sure this would end to my avail. Gone was the goo and the wierd looking confusing protrusion, and i shook my head in unsettled confusion. I had just been a dream and wierd nightmare, now i lay my chest heaving and gleaming. Unsettled and wrestled, twisted and tired i lay back down and again begain to conspire.

Poetry Time
Bloodlust is fitting for the season Bloodlust As I stock my prey. Just waiting for the chance, to drink her life away. Her soft sweet flesh grows cold, as my teeth sink in and the blood starts to flow. I burn with the sensation, as it flows through my body. No one can understand. I've got a bloodlust. She cries into the night. Never to see the light. No one can understand. I've got a bloodlust. As her life flashes before my eyes. Her blood just enters my veins. We meet in eternal darkness. As the lust starts to fade, and the world goes black. Then she says her final goodbyes, cause were all dead in god's eyes.

Poetic Thoughts Of The Beast
She gave me up for the rodeo. The rodeo I have never known. The life of labor and beasts and strangers is something I have known for brief moments spread out through my life. I hope that when the three combine into a single experiance that I will be able to use her memories as a tool to find either truth or comfort. The future of it all frightens me. The self doubt and second guessing that I have always know has no reason, meaning or purpose. But the feelings are familair and I can't easily force them out. Thoughts and lives are entirely different lately I've struggled to make mine the same. The idea of my life is quite different from the fact of my life. The changes I need to build within myself need warmth, love, strength and a bit of luck to get going. I know where to find the love strength and luck. All I need is the warmth I am missing. How much can a man change in a month? How much has this man changed in these past months? My changes I know are no permanent, they wi

Poetic Blog
Can you not see the beauty in your eyes The twinkling of midsummer’s night skies The aura of concentrated rhythm That beats to my hearts melody Do you not know The effect you have To the beginning of my morning To the falling of the sun over the crescent horizon Seek out the symphony that plays in your heart The fearfulness of the unknown pleasure To the depths of every startling spark Your heart beats with the rhythm of mine The secrecy of the hidden treasure That bespeaks of everything greater in time Take away thy own heart’s demise And fulfill it with my love’s surprise

Poetry
~My face is painted white as can be~Bright red lipstick for all to see~Hair so black it shines in the night~Black eyeliner dripping into my sight~Painted nails of midnight color~Matching my wardrobe like no other~Boots with heels so chunky and high~Stares from people who judge you and sigh~Suspenders hang from the sides of my dress~Low to the ground they drag and stress~I'm covered in black from head to toe~Not to be a freak or in a side show~This is me~This is who I am~I'm not into all your fuckin'glam~So stare as you will cause I'm laughing inside~For I am Confident~I don't hide~

Poet Makes Love His Type
How A Poet Makes Love Lightly nipping ear lobes in the shadow of your hair. Holding hands in public, without a single care. Blowing in your ear and nibbling on your neck. Gently probing fingers, going up your back. Softly touching lips and whispering while you breathe. Taking little bites on a finger in your teeth. Bumping with your hips as you swivel with the dance. Giggling with the thought as you strive for more romance. Rubbing on the feet and then firmly grabbing toes. Tracing out an arc on a body in its throes. Waiting for a climax, then more and even then, You'll find I did it all with my ball point pen. ;-)

Poetry
this is very old but i still love this one pulled from an old file She Still Dances with Trees She said she has changed she said she does not want to get hurt again the pain of the past is too much to relive so she walks away from the man she loves she has made up her mind that her love is to be wanted no more slave, no more left to give no more on the shelf left to dry only taken down when needed her spirit is free with a will of her own But, she's still that little girl who dances with trees A little girl in the sun chasing butterflies free and wild this child,the music plays on Her head is full of saddness and fear that her love and heart will be alone she has put up her guard to keep him away she said she will not give her heart away again she said she will never be used again her love is gone but remains she is still the little girl who dances with trees chasing the fireflies in the summer fun she is still the little girl who dances with trees in her

Poetry Log Ix
I wrote this a lot ass time ago, I want to say it was like two years ago. Its okay, but I thought I'd share it. Stcreaming I'm running but I don't know where I'm going. What the hell is this place? Can you tell me? I can't find my way out of this damn lost city. Losing all sense of direction, with death as an infection; I slip further everyday. Can you hear my screams? I'm bleeding inside. My friends fall away from death... Brain dead to all of you ... I don't even care. Just help me get the hell out of here. Don't you know the evil that seeks us is here? Beings will come forth and unleash all fear. Can you hear my screams? What is it that you see inside of me? Horrific fucking sounds coming from me. Get the hell away from me you make me sick. Get out of my face and away from this place. Full moon...time to run...I can hear it coming closer. Don't you look back ... don't ever give in. What are yo

Poetry Log X
In the spirit of the holiday I suppose. Vampire You unleash the obscurity with in me. With those piercing eyes of nauseating lust; Your lips so moist and red with transgression; Yet I can't seem to comprehend these feelings of attachment. You're like a horrible dream. The vampire within me! Thoughts of blood draw me further away from who I am. Can you see this soul yearning for what isn't real? It's true I am becoming part of this darkness! I can feel the cold chill moving in closer. You're like a horrible dream. The vampire within me! Touch me, feel me, do you want to know me? Sucking, tasting...dig hate into me. Let the sunlight fade forever and bring the darkness in for pleasure. It's difficult to hide this maddening feeling which boils deep with in. You're like a horrible dream. The vampire within me! Trying not to give in, but dying to be one with you. You send trembles down my s

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

Poetry
He came an took me by the hand up to a red rose tree He kept his meaning to him self but gave a rose to me I did not pray him to lay bare the mystery to me enough was the rose heaven to smell and his own face to see. Cant remember whothe author of this is but it is mu fav poem.

Poetry
What we need is a little love & tenderness for those who feel like no one cares. What we need is compassion & hope for those who feel they cannot cope. What we need is a shoulder to lean on & wide open arms to catch us when we fall. What we need is a ray of light at the end of the tunnel .But most of all people I PRAY WE NEED A WORLD OF LOVE TO MAKE IT DAY BY DAY.

Poetry & Love Online
Starts without being seen, then an innocent IM... Then you go on all day just thinking of them! It can be any time of the year, Might be their day is your night. No doubt you can't figure if it's wrong or it's right. With an ache of desire and sheer flight of fancy, Your appettite grows, driving you into frenzy. It's a mirage of sweet dreams, erotica going beyond fantasy. You bargain with Lies about what you know can NOT be. & the passion rages on, taking control of your will You can't touch, but how you want to, an urgent need to fufill. No, It's not face to face, moreso in your mind.... But You just haven't lived Till you loved someone Online.

Poetry
every thought of suicides resounding in my head the blade is in my hand and the note is on my bed i look at my reflection and someone stares back at me she screams out to me "hurt me let me free" I'm standing there waiting the blades pressured at my wrist I'm looking in the mirror as the blade begins to slit now my blood is dripping I'm falling to the ground i fall into the puddle red blood is all around I'm droning in the water I'm droning in my sins some body's at the door they're trying to get in i cannot let that happen i have to die right now just let me die in peace Ya'll will have a better life some how

Poetry For Life
Thou whom chance may hither lead, Be thou clad in russet weed, Be thou deck'd in silken stole, Grave these maxims on thy soul. Life is but a day at most, Sprung from night, in darkness lost; Day, how rapid in its flight-- Day, how few must see the night; Hope not sunshine every hour, Fear not clouds will always lower. Happiness is but a name, Make content and ease thy aim. Ambition is a meteor gleam; Fame, a restless idle dream: Pleasures, insects on the wing Round Peace, the tenderest flower of Spring; Those that sip the dew alone, Make the butterflies thy own; Those that would the bloom devour, Crush the locusts--save the flower. For the future be prepar'd, Guard wherever thou canst guard; But, thy utmost duly done, Welcome what thou canst not shun. Follies past, give thou to air, Make their consequence thy care: Keep the name of man in mind, And dishonour not thy kind. Reverence with lowly heart Him whose wondrous work thou art; Keep His goodness stil

Poetry Comments
As a new writer, full fledged stories are my bread and butter. However, the poetry bug bites me every now and then. I would really love it if those of you who are viewing my poems would leave a comment. I could really use your comments. I'm trying to gauge what my poetry makes you feel. I'm trying to see what emotions come to the surface after reading the words. I know that alot of you are busy people and that time is precious.. so a few words of encouragement or constructive critiques would be appreciated. I trying to gauge my ablities and your comments can be the first steps in helping me hone my talent.... Thank You... Brynne....

Poetry
On Aging- Mother and Me You traveled down this path of time; I traveled as well but differently. You walk slowly along, gracefully-delicately; I run behind following, stumbling, falling. Your steps are slow, beautiful, deliberate; My steps are unsteady, clumsy, dangerous. You keep to the center, straight and safe; I wonder away and get lost in blissful darkness. You make your ascent slow and easy; Taking the obvious and logical steps. I ascend by the way of jagged cliff; Steep, rocky hills, thorns and pain. You will arrive well preserved, unwounded, beautiful; I will arrive worn out, bloody, beaten, laughing loudly!

Poetry!
I love poetry and every so often I'm going to post some of my favourites both my own and those by more famous poets than I! Today's is by my countryman Robert Burns and written in Old Scots. O, my Luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June. O, my Luve's like a melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair as thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will love thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun: I will love thes still,my dear, While the sands o' life shall run: And fare thee well, my only luve! And fare thee weel, a while! And I will come again, my luve, Tho' it ware ten thousand mile. Here's the English version!lol! Oh my Love is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June Oh my Love is like a melody That’s sweetly played in June As fair as you are, my bonnie lass So deep in Love am I And I will Love you still, my dear Until all the seas

Poetry
~The Answer To Your Question~ Theres nothing to be said, In several hours you'll be dead. You'll drowned in ur own blood.. Its your death I shall become, Pitiless to your cries, I'll rip out ur fucking eyes And shove them in ur face I'll love the fucking taste You'll see it in my eyes Thats were the answer lies.....

Poetry
A single tear now streams down my cheek, As cold as my heart now gone. A void now made, Of less than nothing. I've come across the end. Infinite thoughts fly through my mind, Cutting me open. From the inside out. Leaving a single ember to this flame. The sorrow falls upon my broken wings; Weighing them down. I just wish that I could soar, once again. To feel the cool air in the clouds, Caressing my face. As I flew beyond my nine. My mind is spotted, My soul unglued. I've never found forever to ever be for good. A circle of heads caused all of this. A jury, of my peers. Indirectly, I've loved the lost.... And found an end to Forever.

Poetry
SOMETIMES I SIT AND THINK, WHY WAS I BROUGHT INTO THIS WORLD.. TO BE LONELY AND DEPRESSED, AND CANT FIND A GIRL.. WHO WILL LOVE ME FOR ME, AND UNDASTAND WHO I AM.. EXTERMINATE MY PAIN, DRY MY TEARS AND DO WHATEVA THEY CAN.. TO MAKE ME HAPPY, MAKE ME FEEL LIKE NOTHING CAN COMPARE.. TO THE LOVE THAT WE MAKE, THE FEELINGS THAT I CAN NOT BEAR.. IF YU LOOKED INTO MY EYES, WHAT DO YOU THINK U WOULD C?.. A HAPPY, LIFE-LOVIN GIRL, THAT MAKES DREAMS INTO REALITY?.. BUT SHYT, THATS FAR FROM RIGHT, THE LIFE I LIVE IS COLD.. BEEN FED BULLSHYT LIES, SINCE I WAS 9 YEARS OLD.. I GO TO SLEEP EVERY NIGHT, HOPEIN FOR BETTA DAYS.. BUT THEN I WAKE UP, AND THA BULLSHYT NEVA FADES AWAY.

Poetry
Gosh, it's really sort of sad you skip the good and melt with bad. "Yes!" you shout, "I want a thrill," "and danger offers such a chill. "An edge of fear is what I seek "not the good, and not the meek." (But -- does your hidden heart agree that in the dark, a soul can see?)

Poetry/kisses
Kisses: When I kiss I want passion When I kiss I want to feel When I kiss I need to hold on When I kiss it must be warm When I kiss I want it to be meant When I kiss I want to melt When I kiss I need to understand What you want is me and what I give is a gift I kiss to receive and to give my heart and love not a invitation to take from me that comes so rare A kiss should not be followed by pain and longing A kiss should not be a meaningless thing and used as a weapon to hurt I have to believe that a kiss is a wonderful feeling not something to make you sad tears should be of happiness not of sadness my kisses are my soul and are deep passionate and soft Don't make me cry everytime i give one away Its hard for me to understand Why my kisses would make you go away

The Poet's Pen (poetry)
THE POET'S PEN Lenora Love Whiteside With this pen I write -- From the inner being of my soul I wonder do other spirits understand Fully the plight of a poet? When she cried at twilight Seems her shadow aids her beck and call The poets' pen power from within Can it change the world? Shall it be the solution to pollution Or the answer to world affairs? Calamity and Tragedy through the storms The twins cried loudly Is there any one there, Surely does anyone care? The homeless poor Whom eats from trash cans outside my door With this pen I write -- From the inner being of my soul As the years go by I realize, life is too abort Loved ones and strangers battle in court Am I the only one a fool? The word of God is true As close as my shadow may appear to be He can't save me Lips that speak tales of damnation Hands that shed innocent blood with a stroke of a pen The Angels will report everything you do It will face you again soon Every deed done in

Poetry
The Thought The thought of you excites me, like I have never been before, the thought of you and I, makes it feel right, the thought of forever, seems too short, the thought of your beauty, makes me question God why, Am I so lucky to be with you, the thought of the past, I want it to go away, the thought of the future is so far away, I want to think about us, not in the past or future, but today, and this is why I can truely say, That I LOVE YOU. Johnathen Allen Forcum Copyright ©2006 Johnathen Allen Forcum

Poetry
I'm not perfect by Ryan Alexandra Ranalli i'm sorry i'm not perfect i can only be me i'm sorry i'm not perfect like the girl you want me to be i'd give anything to make you happy even if it makes me sad i'd never do anything to hurt you i don't try to make you mad sometimes you get angry and we start to fight little do you know i cry myself to sleep at night sometimes i don't know just what i did wrong i don't understand why we don't get along every time we fight i wish you could feel my heart break sometimes i wonder how much more my heart can take sometimes i get so angry i don't know what to say i feel just like a game that everyone wants to play the only thing i need in this world is someone who is true the only thing i want in this world is... to be loved by you

Poetry
Human bones crunched beneath my feet, And animals fled from my steps, I turned their flesh into rotting meat, And upon their corpses I leapt, Angels run from my sight, And flee into the sea, The stars hide in the dark of the night, As soon as they approach me. I sit in crowded places, I just sit and I watch, Others move in darkened spaces, Away from my steely watch. I am the root of all their fears, I watch them when they least expect, In front of me they shed their tears And slink back to the holes from whence they crept. I am not a judge I am a witness It is not my place to punish you, Where I am just the witness, I watch you do what you do, It must be odd, to see me with nothing to give, And odd that I know everything about your life, I know, your family, your friends who you sleep with. And your unholy strife, I know about your might, I know all your all about your thoughts, I know about your sight, I know all about your hearing

Poetry
I wrote this poem about a year ago and it will be in Immortal Verses Series (scheduled to be released Winter of 2006) This poem was partly about my oldest brother who killed himeself when i was little. What do you think of it? cry for love, cry for joy dont you worry its no ploy tears come tears go Here is where I flow I'm safe for now until i see you and we begin to bow blood shed is shed far Im sorry he's gone I know it's still hard you'll see him soon he's in Gods hand Heaven will be the next kind of land but dont waste time it'll come soon you talk about him and people wonder who? i know you can not wait till he takes you but dont cut short God will tell you when its time to split

Poetry
I got a Broken heart, my emotions have been trampled; There's a hole in my soul; yes my pain is ample I'm damaged, I'm damaged, my heart is on recall; My feelings are truly bruised from the impact of love's fall. And not just one fall, it's been over & over again; I'd surely be going to hell, if romantic stupidity was a sin. I had one man that used me, I had one that abused me; I had one that only called when he wanted to screw me. I had one that stole, and one that wanted my best friend; I had one that tried to make me think it was my fault, when he fucked his baby mama again. Then there was the one, that kept comparing me to his ex-chick; I finally had to tell him, save that ex shit for the next chick. Let's not forget the one who, always put me in some compromising position; like the time he tried to get me, to suck his boys dick in the kitchen. So this wall around my heart, you have to understand why it's there; the pain is overwhelming, and no mo

Poetry
Fat bitch, lard ass, huge-a-saurus rex, you name it I've been called I and it's got me pretty vexed. Some people can eat a side of beef and still keep their weight down; me I can drink a glass of water and pick up twenty pounds. Should I really care about what people look at me and see; or should I be proud with how my GOD chose to make me. Could I be supper thin, you know like a model type; or is thin truly over rated, a whole bunch of media hype. Well, maybe not super thin, don't want to loose to much weight; just around fifty pounds or so yeah that would be great. So that's settled, I'll do it, I am on the path to be thinner; I will start my diet right now , as soon as I finish eating my dinner. By THICKA

Poetry
Well I have this confession you see I have this obsession with which my lover I keep blessin’ I am The Head Master. You know my skills are strong oh yes my tongue is long and you know you won’t go wrong with The Head Master. As your spot I lick and I make it oh so slick with your cum and my spit you’ll know I am The Head Master. When your toes do curl just as your juices unfurl in waves that can flood the world remember, I am The Head Master. So if with posers you are tired of messin’ and your lack of climax has you stressen’ you can receive an orgasmic blessin’ from The Head Master. By: THICKA

Poetry: "i Am With You"
When your day is a struggle and your life seems so grim, I am with you When your life is full of happiness and you smile that big grin, I am with you Even though you can't see me and haven't talked to me for days, I am with you When you stop for no reason and your thoughts come my way, I am with you On those cold lonely nights and you find yourself missing me, I am with you Because in turn, you are always with me I know that I can't be there for you all of the time. And how desperately I wish I could. Just remember, my heart is your heart and my love is yours as well. Until we can be together in person, my heart and my compassion as well as all of my love are with you.

Poetry: Passion Unleashed
As I lie in bed and somberly sleep, up to my back I feel you creep My heart starts to quicken as I feel your breath, a pulsing inside as you touch my breast I rollover to touch you on your throbbing flesh, I find myself wanting more and not less The trails of wet kisses with your tongue on my skin, I opened myself wide and then let you in The feel of your tongue inside of my thighs, I let out some moans, some screams and some sighs My heart still quickens as you enter into me, the rhythm of our bodies makes me feel free I can feel it inside as you finally release, how well you can please me is beyond my belief The passion, the hunger, the bodies entwined....I feel so alive and so free and so glad your mine

A Poetry Of Lost Love
Looking out my front window, I could see the sky is trying to snow. I wonder how you are since you left that day, I just wanted you to know what I had to say. When you said you loved me, I thought it was true. You talked of forever like it was me and you. How could you do that to a woman in love? Wasn't the passion we shared from heaven above? When we kissed I could feel my body heat rise, and the urgent need to feel you inside. I can still feel your touch, so strong and yet gentle. I need you with me. I wish it were that easy, that simple. Come back to me where love first began, I will love you and cherish you time and again. Giving you all that your heart desires, keeping the sparks and passion afire. Come back to me I ask you once more, come back to love the way it was once before.

Poetry: Torture In The Night
Blood was all over as she walked through the door Blood on the table, the walls and the floor Looking around, she thought "What the hell?" Not looking below her, she tripped and she fell Pushing herself up, she looked down at her hands They were covered in the flesh and the blood of her man Her breathing becomes labored as her head starts to swim Then she slowly turns around....."Oh my God, it is him!" His face was disfigured with a gun on the floor He finally had done what he promised before Pounding his chest, she screams in his ear..... "You fucking coward, how could you leave me here?" Sitting straight up from a blood curtled scream He's laying beside her......It was only a dream

Poetry For You By You
Passionate kiss No words to tell What an exciting bliss Trembling hands Explores the world of mysteries On white sands Entwine bodies Search the maximum pleasure Heart filled melodies Body’s silhouette Guards each other Towards sensitive route BT

Poetic Humor
MAY YOUR STUFFING BE TASTY, MAY YOUR TURKEY BE PLUMP. MAY YOUR POTATOES 'N GRAVY HAVE NARY A LUMP, MAY YOUR YAMS BE DELICIOUS, MAY YOUR PIES TAKE THE PRIZE, MAY YOUR THANKSGIVING DINNER STAY OFF OF YOUR THIGHS. hehe GOBBLE TIL YOU WOBBLE......... AND IN ALL AND FOR ALL THINGS GIVE THANKS.

Poetic Bullshit...
SEASICK... The fish are drowning overstimulated sinking down below the bottom refusing to cooperate... Every color all the lines alluring motions sonic vibrations a wisdom gleaned insensitive unmoved lock jawed and blind... 11.24.06 James C Leveroni

Poetry
lemon juice and rum burn into me a salvation, scorch the remnants of feeling in this body. I've heard the clock ticking ... Its pendulum swung, slicing me beautifully. I watched in facination , while blood was pouring on the floor. I have now been completly severed. I can only fake a smile , as whats left of love drips from my body.

Poetry
DEPRESSION Leave me alone, NEVER come back You have been with me long enough. I need to heal I need to feel better. You are making ME, Someone else. Because of you, I have forgotten how to smile, I have forgotten what happiness is. Laugh, HA, what is that? You have destroyed me now, There is not much more damage that can be done. I wish I had the strength, to overcome you, but you have taken it all, my strength, my hope, my furture goals, and my hapiness. LEAVE ME ALONE, NEVER COME BACK. miss_blueeyes Jan. 19, 2000

Poetry I Wrote
little things my love; gental as the rain my heart; free of pain sheltered by the love of one my desires on the run unstoppable passion from with in tearing at my soal, let it beguin my future; your future together my heart is yours now and forever our love was painted never to be tainted or influenced by hate it has been our fate to fall for one another there is, for me, one lover i crave something real; so my heart may feal i`ve found it true i only have eyer for you

Poetry Of My Body
X rated As much as I would love for my 5'7 -190lbs bodice to be caressed. I would love you to search deeper then my firm D cup breasts and seek my Soul. As Much as I would love to feel your hands upon my waist as it curves to my 37 inch hips, I would love for you to really touch my heart. As much as I would love for your eyes to roam my softness of silk,the shaven spot of purity. I would love for you to mentally open your eyes to Whom I really am. As much passion that may be felt from my lips, The juices really escape my mind. Would U ever realize that? I am beyond the physical...I am a psychological lure, with a Mental Escape But you will never know if U dont close your eyes and open your MIND!

Poetry Adonis
He was a poetry god I'd adore late at night he played songs from his guitar burning jasmine scented candles through his door and they lingered on his fingers caressed his guitar felt like the strings of my body he was strumming with his smooth words we made mental love from afar as he spoke his words they were words of wisdom joy and pain all the love he made like he took the words from every fantasy I'd dreamt every prayer I'd prayed every love I've grown speaking on and on like he took the words from my heart and to that poetry adonis across the hall late at night I would answer to his calling for affection the lyrics from one of his poems played my body like a invisible sex god now our bodies and soul are interwine on the wings of passion we soared and then by the flickered light from that jasmine scented candle he would speak to me through poetic words verbs that seem to vibe with my mind,heart, and soul love is often unkind w

Poetic Intercourse
I had sex with poetry last night in a dim lit setting fit for admiring the muscle's that faded off the candle light perfect in every way was his undress and beautiful was his bare nakedness tender was his love as he express to me his poetic intercourse kisses faded into your lips as mine disappeared hands rushing on bare skin pulling at our most sensitive spots our hearts beating as one our bodies creating this sexual ball as if the juice's we form became one with self on the road to his poetic intercourse I'm thirsty for you and all you want to share with me our tongues and fingers intertwine legs in a bind our souls reaching out to each other on our journey to his poetic intercourse dreams was made that night a new me and you was created that night as we shared ourselves with each other we created a beautiful poem with our love we wrote into this sweet enduring sexual scribe with his poetic intercourse we shaped our hearts around

Poetry
She in all herself She in all herself will break hearts Not only because her smile is all Not only because when she walks the birds sing And not only because when she talks her words sting But because she is man's weak link And strong as he may be, She in all herself will break hearts For she is eternity William T. 11-25-06

Poetry
The Man who was time Once upon a man was a sailor's great weight Wether early or late after the storm Rather would he wait in the warm At the end of and, from the beginning The man who was time was left spinning Ever weaving in himself's wealth True meanings often felt Lock with no keys opened with ease, The man who was time failed the seas William T. Sep 30th,2006

Poetry
Sands of Time Watch! How poe...... Tic,toc,tic,toc,tic,toc Nights of cold wrapped knights of old I was told water outvalues gold Tic,toc,tic,toc,tic,toc Among other things were scorpion stings, The latter of which were all eaten Unlike grass's frailty, sand's path lay unbeaten Tic,toc,tic,toc,tic,toc Hour glasses precisely timed and measured, In this case Sand's a creator An empty, old, "well-versed destroyer", Filled with tolkens beside half-burried sabers Tic,toc,tic,toc,tic,toc William T. October 13, 2006

Poetry
Year of twelve First of twelve is one, start the cycle to a drum Second is like Tuesdays meaningless advance Marching to the drum still keeping up the pace When April arrives, mother Earth cleans up her space May the birds sing and trees blossom to the Sun June marks the first of Air's elemental twosome Fly back home or to your two weeks, many book July Modest is August, calm and soothing , passing by September's last hope for a hot summer in the end October is the 10th, not the 8th my friend Rain in November when remembered, wash away dry tears December is the month of presence ending years -William T 11-24-06

Poetry
A week till tommorrow It is early and the sky is slowly turning purple But that was three hours ago Or will it be I'm not sure, time has lost me My anxious waiting has left me to ponder Onward like a tumbleweed towards a destined yonder Grab a pen or take a nap? Have a bite or book a flight? It seems theres a long way to go tonight William T. 11-26-06

Poetry
Sweet emptiness So full of herself, her plate is hard to finish Kowtows she is numb to now, mirrors she befriends To her ego, her shadow is but a reflection An outline of all of her efforts to reach perfection Sophisticated styles of glamour practiced over and over Again she turns to the window and stops,pretending to shop Conversations are merely held to channel propensities of self How far fetched to this elegant beauty that her inner is plush Many curteous fools drown in her pool of selfless trust -William T. 11-25-06 9:16 PM - 1 Comments

Poetry
Expensive leather You're my only happiness in this When I'm all alone, I'm thinking to end this I wish that time spent together is endless Still have that photo of our first french kiss Remember English class?, teacher said no class Would have got expelled if you'd asked No question! My ascention everyday is your name mentioned Unspoken words we shared in such unrare a fation Stars couldn't have catched us when flashing Glitter in a mirror reflect my love thats clearer Your my wisdom, If I were a five percenter youd be my center Choco-berry straw flavoured, my vanilla-nut saviour No need for promises just stay here -William T. 11-25-06

Poetic Pain
agony In the rush to become what is ideal failing to think about what I feel working so hard to live up to expectation see the thing I became for others elation loosing all that I held dear giving in to all for sake of fear beholding the path that I had taken Feeling so lost, alone, and forsaken price paid in blood and sweat held cheap too high a price when the pain cuts so deep lesson learned and change given its due be true to myself and no one else new guard and beware of those called friend trust in no one until life is at an end selfish uncaring masses live and turn to dust believing the lie that the world is just By R. Thomas Dinsmore

Poetry
Hiding in a corner Waiting to be found Crying out to you yet not making a sound I have been Drowing in lonelyness Caused by a tear Lost, missing in action shivering in fear Hidden by the heavy cloud I hold in my head Only knowing one little thing Im alive not dead The all knowing all gracious lead me from my pain There is no way it's just me I'm not going insane Time passes by ticking slowly pasts being unbound But Im still here, hiding in a corner Waiting to be found

Poetry
I sit here and wait As I look at the clock tick-tock Come back to me A year has past My heart still yearns Sighing Come back to me Nearly a decade Till I saw you again Hurting Come back to me Five more years gone My soul sings a song Lovingly You're here with me

Poetry
Through what you will do And what you will see My dear friend, forever Im my heart you will be As the seasons welcome change From hot summer to spring From my soul to yours A song I will sing Change may overcome us As the time ticks slowly by We my lose touch See distant memories and sigh But my friend, my love I hope you can see No matter what happens In my heart you will be

Poetry
The late night calls Your voice in a song But what does that matter It only keeps one thing Your voice close to me Reading things you wrote Seeing your face on a page But what does that matter It only keeps one thing Your words close to me The smell of a rose The hint of cologne But what does that matter It only keeps one thing Your smell close to me The taste of your lips The feel of your hand But what does that matter It only keeps one thing Your touch close to me The emotion we share The connection we had What does that matter It keeps everything It links you to me

Poetry
there's a hundred fears but a thousand tears behind this smile there's loneliness brought by a kiss behind this smile there's a dark, like night with just one light behind this smile there's a story in the making about a heart breaking behind this smile there's hurt and pain a feeling of shame behind this smile my hearts in denial yet all the while I smile

Poetry For The Masses (or Just An Insane Rambling Of Nonsence)
rubber duck, butthole just spit in your pants purple flying mongoose elephant painted eyebrow needles pain so swift it knocks you flat like a 2x4 into the air of reason the music plays loud and the deafman sings the chorus and the mushrooms flow freely down the naked rock tumbling into the oblivion of a cyclone of lost promises to those held so deep in the love of sheppards heart in the basking glory of life on the rocks the lizard knows the answers to life like a soaring eagle the beagle has landed and howls like a madman in the night

Poetry From Yours Truly
Lost and lonely Dark, Foreboding My heart bleeding, Throbbing, beating Hear me screaming See me thinking Of the One Who sits here blinking Watching, Waiting Calculating Looking for the Time to strike In the darkness Of this night From somewhere far I hear a sound Nowhere near Yet all around And then my heart Begins to pound To match the thumping On the ground I turn and close My eyes real tight And open them Into the light As they widen I see your smile And know I'm oka For atleast A little while. I hope you like it..if not this will be the last one

Poetry By A Friend
* oops i cut a big part of it off by accident..here is the whole thing * For what is it exactly that I am disliked? Is it for my honesty & blunt thinking? Or for my words & the ways that I am speaking? Is it for my religious beliefs or lack of faith there of? Or for my tempered heart from lack of love? Is it my ways & thoughts & my opinions being wrought Or for my honor & the fierceness in which I've fought? Telling me "You often fight for the wrong reasons!" But wrong to who? Whom am I appeasing? I figured few would understand such frank freethinking. With these mindless masses marching to the drum, Zombies morphed from people that succumb. To being brainwashed fanatics, that are trained like dogs, Disillusioned & lost in swamps & bogs. Being... So caged, so confined, so small minded. Just search for the truth, in time you'll find it. The answers are all there, waiting to be taken & all will hear your heartbreaking When you learn you were mistaken You must,

Poetry
Silly Wizard Air to the east... glittering golden yellow glow... Fire to the south... brilliant crimson radiant flow... Water to the west... transforming shapeshifting healing blue... Earth to the north... lavish green moss with dew... Chris Leveroni 12/13/06

Poetry
Here I lie upon my bed madness flashing through my head thinking things of wicked sorts unholy feelings I should abort maybe life will change in time but can the thoughts within my mind? To live a life without the hate I've never seen but still I wait its very hard to change my past but this hate I feel will always last my heart, my soul is all I give but not my mind, it does not live

Poetry
My weight arrives double-fold One in bloat and one on hold The day a mirror comes face to face Brings to an end my leather and lace With nothing on but a cheeto ring Around my mouth like spackling It was at that moment I realized 7, 8, youre super size Start to wait at the end of the line Ill wait a few minutes hate wasting my time I tap my feet and twiddle my thumbs Impatient and desperate I have become I fall on my bed with phone in hand Please answer soon I beg pizza man Pick up or delivery my god is it true After all this waiting I finally got through I want a large pizza and a order of wings And before I forget 1 onion ring So tomorrow my diet I will start once more But today down my throat this food I will pore

Poetry
Silence deafens the ears of those who whisper the tale of the jester. For he who rewrites life's script truly lives a fool's life. A night with no moon blinds the eyes of he who sees all. But can he who lives in constant darkness have any specter on life? Is it the eyes that become blinded or the mind? When you walk into a crowd is each face that is seen crying out from an undernourished mind that's tormented by a lack of knowledge? A mind is like a weed it can grow endlessly, but do not quench the thirst of the weed and it will wither away and become another face in the crowd.

Poetry
Her essence is not of her own just a shadowy imitation of reality that plays on the drums with borrowed words She's the voice of reflection which bounces freely from wall to wall repeating you word for word patiently awaiting her next opportunity to mimic Could she be the air that we breathe verbalizing any insignificant comment and breaking its vow of silence in order to be acknowledged? Is she loneliness amusing herself by stealing words that escaped its thoughts finding strength in emptiness she rents the vacant room yet cannot live in isolation for silence is her prison?

Poetry
Death A part of life? A way of life? A fleeting existence that seems to last forever does it? Death What is it? A new beginning? An ending? Does it come with any tomorrows? Death Awaiting all mysterious, yet evident what comes with it? A pine box? Six feet of dirt? Tears of a few who mourn their own loss? What else? A body expired like yesterdays news? A mind void of thought? Blackness? Nothingness? Is this what we have to look forward to? Are there no answers for the living? No hints? No clues? No peeking? Death It has but two absolutes it will come and we will live in fear ......of death

Poetry: Black Hearted Seductress
Black Hearted Seductress, Beckon Unto You¡K They say I weave and evil spell¡K That none can tell my magic well¡K I lace my words with honey sweet¡K Cause a person¡¦s mind retreat¡K Leave them for a while in dreams¡K Of places so unreal it seems¡K They boost my power mighty bold¡K This is what legends are told¡K Spin that wand about them fair¡K Causing them to lose all care¡K Care of things in present time¡K I twist about without reason or rhyme¡K Don¡¦t blame me for your visions seen¡K You¡¦re the one with a mind so keen¡K All that glitters is not gold¡K You called me gift said I was bold¡K I didn¡¦t place my title grand¡K You gave it freely, I didn¡¦t demand¡K Now disappointed by what you see¡K The person you thought you saw in me¡K Remove the rose colored glass shade¡K I have been the same person, I didn¡¦t jade¡K You wanted desperately to believe¡K When I wasn¡¦t--you said I deceived¡K How then can I be what you say¡K When always I have been thi

Poetry
Waiting on you to get home so I can gradually push you up agasint the wall tickling your tounsils with my tongue, making love to your lips while you hands are above your head refrained from touching me, grasping for air, my breath is your inhaler dont worry if your weak at the knees, I got you..My heat begins to rise playing double dutch with your insides. In and out I go as you begin to jump up and down, breaking a mild sweat, goose bumps arise on the back of your neck. MY body releases a lil friction you whisper in my ear " I WANT, I NEED YOU, YOU ARE MY ADDICTION" Vein's begin to pop out of my head feeling your breath in my ear, traveling down my chest, my stomach, putting my clutch in 5th gear. Easy now let off the gas, this is a 12 round rendevous i want too make sure you can last....Tilting your head back gently placing my hands around your throat, slowly biting your neck inducing your heartrate insides getting cold. sliding my hands down your chest cupping your breast, unbuttoni

Poetry
(Suggestion)I always viewed make up sex as more of a fight. The mind not yet wanting to let go of the anger but the body slowly giving into the lust. I think you could expand on it by working this ambivalence(having conflicting emotional attitudes) into it. Animosity build up from constant arguments, the lack of you following through have caused consistent disagreements..You yelling... me screaming but all in the same time my body feining.Not yet wanting to give in to your sight, your touch your sound, reminicing of the previous love making sessions and how they were so profound. Caught in a tangeled web not knowing which way to turn, body saying YES mind saying LET IT BURN. as I toss and turn, wouldnt be the first time....when will I ever learn? Your suggestion of therapy is pounding my drums with your stick..although tantalyzing I would rather be missed, held tight maybe a kiss.. can you digest this? Ignoring you all in the while thinking this is a resolution, but who am I reall

Poetry And Song
Wherein Conspiracy and Impulse Dwell The gardens swim with fervent life tonight Dancing with the statues in the pale moonlight Crowned with leaves, I stand With cold immortal hands Evolution has been recalled Chaos in the thick, clinging dust Temptation with criminal lust I am the pleasure that cums with pain Tiny red miracles falling like rain Crawl in awful strength to me Down deep is the promiscuous fire Yearning, keeping me captive of desire Came much more than my soul could endure And I hunger for past overtures Then this debauched seductress took you Surrender to splendor of my sharpened caress And tear away thy funeral dress Thy aching sex a rose undone As the tears and spasms wrung

Poetry
Dreams are far dreams are near. Dream that seem to be unclear. Dreams of tourment and dreams of pain Dreams of a dead soul with nothing to gain. Dreams of life and a love so true. Dreams that could only be about you. Clouds seem to cover her mind. Makeing the world seem unkind. Let the silver linning come across. Reach her dream world before she is lost. written by lok

Poetry
SUFFICATED HEART My heart you surely did displace. See the signs showing on my face. It seems i"ve truely had my share. Heartache and pain please BEWARE. Bitterness brought by seperation. Attacks the heart with strangulation. Squeezing out the very love within. Losing all hope of loving again. For you love is bitter sweet. Leaving my heart left incomplete. My hope within might over come. The damage your love has done. My heart will live(LOVE) another day. But not as long as you are away.

Poetry
Threw all lifes tribulations. I cannot find my destination. Or even the justification. For all there perpetrations. Why such domination. From this generation. A world in its own classification. A world led to damnation. Such a sweet sensation. To get the clarification. We are of the same nation. Lives with out seperation. Giving our partisipation. In god justation. Can we claim salvation. written by lok

Poetry
She Comes In Many ways, watch your soul cus she rip it str8 away her brain is like a clock, never stops thinking and it never stops. going and going she'll demise her plan, to break up with u for something u wont understand. Hand in hand u were her man, the winter came then she left u damn.

Poetry
FLOWING THROUGH THE GROUND SO SLEEK LOOKING KIND OF MEEK THE WATERS COMPASSION IS GREAT BUT NOT AS GREAT AS MINE DECIEVING IS THE OMNIPRESENCE OF THIS SLICK STUFF IT SURE LOOKS KIND OF RUFF SHOULD I TRAVEL THESE RAPIDS I FEAR I THINK I MIGHT SHED A TEAR WONDERING HOW I MIGHT LIVE GOING THROUGH THIS ABYSS WHAT IS THIS SUBSTANCE THAT IS SO DEADLY? ONLY THE SUBSTANCE KNOWN TO EVERY MAN, WATER

Poetry
My life is a story that is untold. But soon the anwsers will unfold. Inside the pages of my book. If you care to take a look. A tale of emptiness, sadness,suspence and love. Truely a tale of a angel blessed from above. She walked into other peoples lives. Blessing them with her light. Fornification was her greatest sin. How she temepted the minds of men. Now she awaits judgement day. A debt she will have to repay. That thought often scares her so. Just enough to dullen her glow. She gets on her knees to pray. That god fogives her everyday. Will he allow her to come home? Or lock the gate and leave her alone. Her life was nothing but one big game. A race for glory to claim the flame. Till the day she met one just like she. To her surprise it was a he. The battle of the sex"es has begain. Her mind races to make her plan. Was he sent as a dream come true? Or for her to save him too. Save him from the things in his head. Wicked thoughts cleared with her in his

Poetry From A Teenager In The 90's
Splattered Blood on the walls. Never the weak survive. Hold my hand down the hall. Ready to take a dive.. Into the pool. of drained blood. In & Out of madness. If I could kill, and I would ,I'd bring you out of sadness. You need to die, once or twice, Again and again, if u try. Then I try to be nice. Just to listen to you lie... Never again bring on pain. With games in your head. Then I'm on. a higher plain. When I see you lie in bed. Although I want. us to work. Initiative is all yours. Because I don't want, you to hurt, As the sweat seeps from my pores

Poetry
(((CLOSURE))) A LOVERS HEART. RIPPED ALL APART. A LOVERS DREAM. RIPPED AT THE SEAM. HER HEART SHE LOCKS DOWN. AND RETURNS HER FROWN. INSIDE GIVES THE NEED TO CRY. BUT SHE WONT ALLOW HIM THAT HIGH. A FOOL FOR THINKING HE WAS THE ONE. JUST LIKE THE REST IT WAS ONLY FUN. FOR HIM SHE WOULD HAVE GIVEN HER LIFE. HE STABED HER HEART JUST LIKE A KNIFE. NOTHING MATTER BUT THE MOMENTS WITH HIM. DREAMING SHE CAN RELIVE IT OVER AGAIN. HOW COULD IT HAVE BEEN NOTHING BUT A LIE. WHEN THERE WAS FIRE OF PASSION IN THERE EYES. HE TOOK HER LOVE AND PLAYED IT LIKE A GAME. ALL FOR WHAT TO CLAIM IT LIKE FAME. ANOTHER LESSON SHE LEARNED THE HARD WAY. SHE LIFTS HER HEAD TO GO ON ANOTHER DAY. KNOWING IT WAS ALL WORTH THE WHILE. SO SHE ENDS THIS WITH NOTHING BUT A SMILE.. WRITTEN BY LADY OF KAOS

Poetry
((( angels)) A angel thats lost her sight. A angel thats lost her flight. A angel thats lost her wings. A angel that longs to sing. In the sky where she belongs. Blessing the world with her heavenly songs. The world around her is already dead. The halo starts to vanish from her head. She sacrifices imortality only for them. Then feels what it"s like to be born with sin. She sheds tears of sorrow for the human race. Then kneels before god to take her in there place. She knows of his blessings from above. Cause in her lifetime she was shown true love.

Poetry((sex))
To the room we go. All to put on a show. You said wassup. I said what ever. Then pulled out my whip made of leather. I took off your clothes finaly. Then made you get on your hands and knees. I felt your body up and down. Then desided it was time to bound. I took your arms and legs and restrained them to the bed. And even tied a gag around your head. You couldnt make a sound but threw your eyes i saw your soul. As you could only lie there like a lump of coal. With that look in your eyes said to me. Take me to my extacy. I started to lick your neck and chest. Then stopped to fondel my own breast. I looked @ you and gave my tounge a flick. Then worked my way down to your dick. As i pumped it in and out. I could hear your inner voices scream and shout. The mood was getting good and set. The thought of me dominating you made me wet. You gave me that look like you were ready to blow. I slapped your chest and told you i will tell you when to go. I flipped

Poetr(y((razor)))
YOU"RE A FRIEND ABOVE THE REST. A FRIEND WHOM I CALL THE BEST. TELLING A STORY OF HOW WE MET. IN A MBL CHAT ROOM ON THE NET. ROOM 158 WAS PUT TO SHAME. BY LADY KAOS AND THE GAME. A CHAT ROOM FULL IDIOTS WE LOVED TO DISS. AFTER A FEW PM"S YOU ENDED UP ON MY LIST. YOU LEARNED I WASNT LIKE SASSY OR HER CREW. I CAME REAL OR NOT AT ALL JUST LIKE YOU. IN CONFERENCES WE TEASED A FEW DICKS. THEN CAME JAKE WHO WAS A MAJOR PRICK. THE FUCKER HURT YOU WITH HIS EVIL WAYS. I PLANNED A WAR SO THAT HE WOULD PAY. BUT I MET SOMEONE AND FELL IN LOVE TOO. WHEN MY HEART WAS BROKEN I TURNED TO YOU. I WAS A ANGEL WITH BROKEN WINGS. IN OFFLINES SONGS TO ME YOU WOULD SING. KNOWING EACH OTHER ITS NEARLY 2 YEARS. WE SHARED OUR HOPES, DREAMS AND FEARS. HOW DO I GIVE THIS POEM A END? BY TELLING YOU, YOU ARE MY BEST FRIEND...... WRITTEN BY LADY OF KAOS 4 Miss Razorblad3_kizz

Poetry By Me
Sweet spoken words of love longing to be. Tender caresses and thoughts of He. California Dreaming on clear stary nights. Feelings raised to whole new heights. Passionate kisses and walking hand in hand. Urges stretching across thousands of miles of land. Together at last running your fingers through my hair. Together we'll be when I am finally there. To spend my life where the warm sun kisses the sky. To walk the beach and listen to the ocean sigh. ~Gwendolyn A. (Pepper) Coyne june 19, 2006

Poetry
Madder than mad,Sadder than sad. Hotter than fire,Colder than ice. People aren't shit until I roll the dice. Enraged without proportions,my wick is quickly burning. The hole seems much deeper, but my strength is way steeper. Outsmarting my enemies and beating them down. When it comes to a thrown I wear the crown. All alone in my palace without someone here ... No one to listen no one to care. A flame deep inside me fighting to grow but without someone here I have nothing to show. What did you say ? You don't understand ? Of course you don't. Not even I can.

Poetry((my Best Freind))
You are apart of my life every day. I look to you to light my way. When i am down and need a friend. I know your there till the end. You shed you blood so that i could be saved. Then three days later arrised from your grave. Knowing this i feel not alone. I await you arms to welcome me home. I can"t imagine the pain you endored. But it"s some thing my mind wont ignore. You were there when good or bad. Your the best friend i have ever had. You gave your life and most ask why. So we can join you home in the sky. this poem was published 2 years ago in best poets of 2005-2006 i wrote this poem for my mother who is a sunday school teacher .. she scorned me of my wicked ways but i tried to make her understand its not what i do in life that will get me to hell but what i belive instead

Poetry #2
An Angel of my Own Once I dreamed for and angel, with beautiful wings With piercing eyes, with love for me… I found it singing old fashioned songs… I saw the wind caress strings of silvery hair Shining in the weaken sun… A wrinkled hand holding a fragile face, Sitting motionless on a old noisy rocking chair Tired old eyes, watching the distance… Emotions of older days, forgotten years… I went closer and sat on its lap I saw the world through its eyes, While a trembling voice told me stories, Magical stories, about a child, about love, about life… I can feel safe in that tight embrace In that old hands full with love and weak strength An aged soul that gave me love Cleaned my wounds, cleaned my tears… I couldn’t crave for more I was given soft hugs softer than the cotton Kisses warmer than the sun I didn’t get my angel instead I have a grandma for my on. My Soul Of sorrow my soul whimpers, My mouth mumbling things my heart don’t understand, but, My heart… M

Poeticangel...a Real Sweetheart
I have to write about this friend because over the last week she has become very special to me. She has been willing to help me to get my blog to #1 so that I can share my story by putting up with other peoples crap and offering votes to people in contests if they would come rate my blog. She has a blog dedicated to her friends and asking favors for them as well. She seems to be a very genuine and sweet person. Stay sweet and REAL and dont ever change gf! ~~!!PoeticAngel!!~~@ CherryTAP

Poetry((emotions))
Emotions comsume me. My face for the world to see. Happy and sadness included. Filled with emotions make me deluded. Why did god make us this way? Not knowing how to feel each day. my mind seems to wander. But only of life does it ponder. Should i be narrow and straight. Not knowing the outcome of my fate. Should i live or should i die. Would i be welcome home in the sky. Drugs seem to take it away. Till i am sober the next day. Cutting to see myself bleed. Seems to come as a need. Away to stop the hurt inside. Away for me to run and hide. Just when you think you have it together. You flip and change just like the weather. When people get close i push them away from me. The pain and sorrow i shelter them to see. All of the things that are inside. All of the things i try to hide. Life seems so bitter and slow. When you dont know where to go. A life full of nothing but pain. A life of a dead soul with nothing to gain. written by lady of kaos

Poetry(((missing Me)))
missing the lost side of me. whole again i long to be. pain and hurt is the conclusion. my life is a parelle illusion. will i ever be on the path. to escape destiny"s wraith. i look into my own eyes. to find someone elses crys. how can i heal anyone else. when i alone cannot ask for help. refuseing to belive my soul is dead. termoil racing inside of my head. remebering the sweet kiss of the blade. then i remeber the promises i made. if this fealing ever aproaches me again. my sword is a sheet of paper and a pen. the world my never know how i feel. cause only to me my illusion is real. the world is completely fucking insane. for thinking i can hold its pain. my life will never be concreate. until inside i feel complete. written by LADY OF KAOS

Poetry((alter Of Love))
The passion that i feel for you. Every day there is some thing new. You have touched me in so many ways. A debt that i can never repay. You have brought out a side of me. That i sheltered the world to see. You have made my life complete. Games are over no need to compete. Waiting for you an eternity. Just for you to stand next to me. I love the way that you sing. I love the serinity that you bring. I love the way you sit back and listen. Me knowing you are paying attion. I know you feel the same way. This feeling is why we go on each day. I would die if you were to stop it all. In to depression my soul would fall. There is nothing in this world i wouldnt do. To spend my life intwigned with you. To show you the words on my heart. If this ever ends it would rip me apart. I wanted to tell you how i feel. On the alter of love i shall kneel... written by lady of kaos

Poetry
My wings have a sword through them and my hands and feet are bound. I'm trap in a world of death and pain. Only mine true love can free me and heal me. The darkness surrounds me and I'm all alone here. My blood runs down my pure white wings turning them red. I look around for the person who bound me, and for the person who will free me. Is this it has my life run out of time, Is there someone out there to save me from the death and pain. Can anyone heal me, I'm a angel sent from god to heal his children and to keep them safe from the demons and evil this world has become. Look at me, mine eyes are red and full of hate for the person who holds me here. Can I an angel feel hate, death, and pain.

Poetry
When I look in the mirror I see my scars, when I look in your eyes I see my scars, When I look in the water I see my scars, When I hold my arms out I see my scars, when I lay down, tears of my scars fall bloody red on my cheeks and pillow, As I look up at the ceiling, your angel face haunts me, My poor heart bleeds from my scars, because of you. I lay there wondering what I did to deserve these scars, I curl up in a ball and rock myself back and forward, Calling your name out, as my tears roll down my cheeks, I bawl up my hand and put it in my mouth and bite down hard, I scream my pain out and curse your name, Why my sanctuary did you make me love you with all of my heart and then you rip my heart out, Now it bleeds in your hand. I lay there wondering if there is a women out there for me. My wings spread out ready to fly me to a safe place, where i would be safe from the sun and safe from your lovely face. Oh this scars of mine they hurt me so much, Is

Poetry
I can’t close my eyes I can’t think straight I can’t eat I can’t breath right Because of My worst nightmare I tremble when I see you I sweat when I hear your voice I bit my lips so I can’t scream I cry when you turn to look at me You are my worst nightmare My heart beats fast when you smile at me I hold my air when you slowly walk my way I try to run, but you are faster I try to fight you, but you are stronger Then I wake up to find my pillows across the room And my sheets wrap around my legs As sweats pours down my face, mix with my tears too Then I realize that it was all a bad nightmare, Or was it You my worst nightmare You once was mine angel, but now you are my worst nightmare Your beautiful face will haunt me the rest of my life Your voice will rip my heart out Your eyes will kill me slowly You have become my worst nightmare Delete Reply

Poetry
When I saw you I fell inside the earth.. Your purity of heart and your humanity of soul.. Every little single detail… The presence you give off in a room…. If I could I would .... I would live only for you.. For nothing in this world has any meaning to me if it doesn't mean loving you. . Just thinking about you gives my soul an elevated sense of urgency, a type of panic that soothes my soul alive . My dreams wouldn't be called dreams if they lost the idea of your existence. Why do I still dream?.... You are the epitome of perfection which condemns me helpless.. There was a time when I thought dreams were enough for the broken... My memories will never be enough to fill such a void.. . The stars in the sky all lost all their names and have fallen cold frozen.. I live everyday in a prison that has yet to exist and have a name. . With a single look you stole my freedom to breathe freely without the fear of

Poetry
you come outside to view the faint sunset the light bewildered by trees shimes through quietly your skin aglow from the faint rays hazel eyes glinting with delight another moment I feel at home beneath the interior you are my humble abode... your company soothing calming and reasuring Inside, the wind chimes ring you saunter and my heart sings bit by bit I begin to recognize the enchanted glow in you subtle orbs hiddin in all the abstract paintings Its you, what artists see you are poetry....

Poetry ((rookie))
ONLY ONE PERSON CAN MAKE MY BLOG TODAY THATS A LADY WHO GOES BY THE NAME AJ SHE ISNT HERE TO GIVE HER NOOKIE IN CHAT YOU MIGHT KNOW HER AS ROOKIE SHES BEEN OUT OF CHAT FOR SOME TIME I AM HONERED TO CALL HER A FRIEND OF MINE THIS LADY WILL ALWAYS BE DEAR OF ME CAUSE SHE ALSO WRITES POETRY I HOPE SHE FINDS SOME SORT OF DELIGHT WITHIN THE THINGS THAT I WRITE AJ YOU KNOW THIS IS FROM MY HEART AND I PRAY OUR FREINDSHIP NEVER PARTS......

Poetry((candy))
NEED A SMILE THIS CHICKS QUITE HANDY SHE GOES BY THE NAME OF CANDY SHE FOUND LOVE DEEP WITHIN THE HEART OF A MAN NAMED JUSTIN HER BLOGS ALWAYS MAKE ME SMILE TAKE A LOOK ITS WORTH YOUR WHILE LOOKING FOR CYBER THIS CHICK IS NOT HER BEST FRIEND GOES BY THE NAME HOTTS IF YOU HAVENT GOTTEN TO KNOW CANDY DO IT NOW AND BE THE BESTISET FRIEND YOU CAN BE!!!

Poetry((stonecold))
TO THE MAN MY HEART WILL HOLD YOU ALL KNOW HIM AS STONECOLD THIS MAN IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE MAYBE ONE DAY I WILL BE HIS WIFE THIS MAN HAS ALWAYS STOOD BY MY SIDE EVEN AFTER I CRUSHED HIS PRIDE I HAVE HURT HIM MANY TIMES HE OF ALL PEOPLE SHOULD BE IN MY RHYMES HE HAS GIVIN ME A REASON TO LIVE BY GIVENG ME ALL HE HAS TO GIVE ONE THING BEFORE I GO MY LOVE FOR THIS MAN I WANTED TO SHOW I HAVE DONE YOU WORNG THIS IS TRUE WHEN IN A LOSS FOR WORDS SAY I LOVE YOU!

Poetry (((fallen)))
THIS LADY HAS TOUCHED ME IN MANY WAYS SHE ALWAYS KNOWS HOW TO CURE A BAD DAY NOT KNOWING THIS LADY WOULD BE A SIN IF YOU DONT KNOW HER SHE IS FALLEN A FALLEN ANGEL SHE IS FOR SURE HAS A PURE HEART DOWN TO THE CORE FOR HER FRIENDS SHE IS ALWAYS THERE THIS FALLEN ANGEL I WANTED TO SHARE IF SHE FLYS BY YOU WILL KNOW CAUSE SHE LEAVES A RADIANT GLOW A FALLEN ANGEL ON YAHOO YOU SEE SHE"S ALWAYS THERE FOR YOU AND ME....

Poetry((horn N Mystic))
THIS GUY USED TO BE INTO PORN MOST OF YOU KNOW HIM AS HORN NOW HE HAS ONLY ONE LADY ON HIS DICK A LOVELY LADY WHO GOES BY THE NAME MYSTIC THEY MET ONLINE YES IT IS TRUE A ONLINE RELATIONSHIP WORKED FOR THESE TWO I WISH THEM THE BEST IN LIFE YOU SEE BECAUSE TAM AND LARRY MEAN SO MUCH TO ME HORN HAS ALWAYS BEEN THERE TO LISTEN TO MY PROBLEMS AND DID WHAT HE COULD TO TRY AND SOLVE THEM LARRY WAS BLESSED WITH TAM IN HIS LIFE WILL HE EVER MAKE HER HIS WIFE HORN AND MSYTIC IN MY THOUGHTS YOU I WILL CARRY HOPPING I WILL BE THERE THE DAY YOU TWO GET MARRIED..

Poetry((ron Warrior Of Storms))
AUDIENCE IN AWE AS I TAKE THE PLATFORM TO GIVE THIS TRIBUTE TO WARRIOR OF STORMZ THIS MAN HAS A PURE HEART OF GOLD A PLACE IN MY MEMORY HE WILL ALWAYS HOLD HE GETS ONLINE TO DO HIS PART LOOKING FOR THE ONE TO GIVE HIS HEART A LIFE OF SADDNESS AND SO BLUE THESE EXPERIANCES MAKE HIS FEELINGS TRUE HE FIGHTS THE STORMZ DAY AND NITE NEVER LETTING HIS DREAMS OUT OF SITE TO RON I LEFT A PRAYER TO ABOVE FOR HIM TO BE BLESSED WITH TRUE LOVE.......... WRITTEN BY LADY OF KAOS

Poetry( The Loss Of My Son )
(I REMBER THAT DAY YOU WERE TAKEN FROM ME) THE WORST DAY I HAD EVER HAD EMOTIONS CONSUMED ME BUT ONLY SAD SADNESS IS WHAT I FEEL ONCE A YEAR THINKING OF YOU ONLY SHEDS THE TEARS I KEEP PLAYING THE WHAT IF GAME IF I DID THIS WOULD IT HAVE BEEN THE SAME YOU WERE MINE AND HE TOOK YOU AWAY FROM ME THEN LEFT ME THERE CRYING IN MY INSANITY MOST TELL ME LOOK AT WHAT HE HAS GIVEN YOU BUT I KEEP THIS THOUGHT ONLY TO GET ME THREW I NEVER EVEN GOT TO HEAR YOU CRY AND I JUST KEEP ASKING HIM WHY WAS IT SOMETHING HE DID TO PROTECT YOU A LIFE OF SADNESS AND FEELINGS OF BLUE LIFE IS HARSH AND BURDENS ARE A TON YOU HAVE TAUGHT ME A LESSON IN LIFE DEAR SON WE ARE NEVER PROMISED TOMORROW DONT LIVE YOUR LIFE CONSUMED IN SORROW I LOVE YOU SON KEEP THAT CLOSE TO YOUR HEART AND KNOW WE ARE NEVER FAR APART. THIS IS A POEM THAT I WROTE TO HELP ME DEAL WITH THE PASSING OF OUR SON I KNOW IT IS A TEAR JERCKER BUT LIFE IS FULL OF MANY EMOTIONS

Poetry
Lying in your arms as you drain the life out of me the blood drips slowly on the floor from the rips in the flesh Softly kissing cold lips as the pigment turns blue We dance through the night Love so pure Falls in the hole Sitting there waiting Tap, Tap Is anybody home cause i need someone thats cold to hold me Into the bloody night Wipe the tear off the eye and throw it up into the sky and make a wish for all eternity

Poetry
She lay silently sleeping in the snow One Indiana winters day Such beautiful warm contrast She burns that way Pale in comparison Of the moons reflected light She dances wildly thru the fire The fire that burns all in sight The wind, the rain and the storms that rage thru the night She is all in Gods creation She is life Silently she lay dreaming In this bed by my side Never tiring of the days That rise endlessly with the tide She’s natural and she’s real With no stains running to deep The oceans and the seas She holds in her hands Their forever there For her alone to keep The sun, the moon and all the stars in the sky She is all that is wonderful She is the life I breathe

Poetry(1 Of The Poems I Read On The Jerry Springer Show)
At the Waffle House The waffle house way. Thats what they want us to say. First shift from seven to two. Second shift from two to nine. Thrid shift from nine to seven. The bar rush starts at eleven. Different day same old shit. As long as the work is done at the end of your shift. The underpaid cooks bust there ass. As were all out back smoken some grass. The waitress"Es put up with alot of crap. But all of us are friends and start each day giving dap. We are all our own person in a way. Sixteen different personalities start each day. We all ahng out after hours. Drinking away our life that sours. It doesnt end with each days work. Even thou our boss is a jerk. Red star blue star gold star certified. 90% on our menu test going home with pride. Here at the 1187 Military ball they come to us to start it off Whether by mouth or through the fist. They come to jam to waffle houses greatest hits. Crazy custmers come here too. To smoke ciggarettes the whole n

Poetry, Sex, Funny
FUCK! Fuck is perhaps one of the most interesting and exciting words in the English language. Fuck is the one magical word which just by its sound can describe pleasure, pain, hate, and love. Fuck comes from the German word, "frikon". In language, "fuck" falls into many grammatical categories. Fuck can be used as a verb both transitive (he fucked her) and intransitive (she was fucked by him). a active verb (he really gives a fuck), a passive verb (she really doesn't give a fuck), an adverb (she is fucking interested in him) and a noun (she is a fine fuck). an adjective (she is fucking beautiful). As you can see there is a whole lot of real versatility with "fuck". It pops up everywhere. Besides its sexual connotation, this lovely word can be used to describe many situations: GREETING - How the fuck are you? FRAUD - I got fucked by that crook; DISMAY - Oh, fuck it!; TROUBLE - I'm fucked now!; CONFUSION - What the fuck?!; AGGRESSION - "Fuck you!"; DISGUS

Poetry
A million words would not bring you back, I know because I've tried.... neither would a million tears, I know because I've cried, you left me with a million thoughts and memories too, but I never wanted memories, I only wanted you.The memories are good but you have to know that when you left the memories started to fade away too.When I think of you I have to keep a few,to remember how much fun I had with you.

Poetry
A boy and a girl, the best of friends. From elementary to high school from beginning to end. Through all those years their friendship grew. They both felt the same, but neither knew. Each waking moment since the day they met. They both loved each other sunrise to sunset. He was all she had in her terrible life. He was the one who 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 day things went terribly wrong. The next few weeks were like a very sad song. He made her jealous on purpose he tried. When the girl asked, "Do you love her?"on purpose he lied. He played with jealousy like it was a game.Little did he know Things would never be the same. His plan was working but 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. She dialed his number, he answered, "Hello"

Poetry
Maelstrom There are some in stone houses who throw glass at the masses comfortably numb and thick as molasses Unwilling to let go and to flow with the changes They ship oars and drop anchor ignoring the tide turning cleansing of ages... James C. Leveroni 1.3.07

Poetry
New Bohemian Rhapsody There is such a sadness tangled up in poetic madness derived from resounding crosstalk and chatter Acute stimulation mystical relation dissolving the boundaries of mind over matter... There is such a pleasure unable to measure reflecting back into a vagabond soul Rhyme without reason Rhythm and change with each passing season accepting the way of life on the whole... james c. leveroni 1.4.07

Poetry
TODAY I ASKED MYSELF "WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY EXISTENCE MAYBE IT WOULD BE BETTER IF THINGS WERE A LITTLE DIFFERENT THINGS ARENT SO GOOD AT THE HOUSEHOLD MY BIG BROTHERS BEING SOLD IF YA KNOW WHAT I MEAN I REALLY JUST WANT TO BE SEEN SOME FAME ON MY GOT DAMN NAME I WANT TO FRONT COVER OF MAGAZINES, AND OVER-HYPED BEEFS I WANT SO BAD IM GRITTING MY TEETH BUT SADLY IM STILL HERE THATS ONE OF MY BIGGEST FEARS TO BE STUCK IN THESE LAME-ASS PLACES WITH THESE LAME-ASS FACES MAYBE ILL JUST HAVE TO FACE IT ILL NEVER BE ANYTHING WORTH TALKING ABOUT BUT WAIT WHY SO MUCH DOUBT ITS LIKE RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME KILLING ME ON THE INSIDE AS I HIDE IN THE CORNER OF MY MIND FROM THE WORLD THAT AINT SO KIND I DONT KNOW ABOUT YALL BUT IM IN MY WORLD, I DONT KNOW ABOUT YALL BUT THERES NO SUCH THING AS A GOOD GIRL "GOOD GIRLS ARE JUST BAD GIRLS THAT HAVENT GOT CAUGHT YET" WHAT MY EX ALWAYZ SAY SO SWEET I GIVE DA GIRLS TOOTH DECAY (HA HA) BUT ANYWAY I WANT TO CHANGE PEOPLES VIEWS ON HOW THEY SEE HIP-HOP MUSIC B

Poetry
Pain The pain is so much that I lay my head down The pain is so much that I close my eyes The pain is so much that I wish I never had a heart Will this pain ever go away. You said that You loved me, but you lied to me You said that you would never hurt me, but you lied to me You said that I would never feel pain, but you lied to me You said that I would know Passion, but you lied to me No more Pain, No more Hurt, No more Tears Love To feel Arms around me To feel a soft Kiss on my Neck To feel a Heartbeat against my Heart To feel Hands in my Hair To hear you whisper my name To hear your voice To hear the keys in the door To hear you laugh To see your eyes shine just for me To see your smile Just to see you here with me To know that I don’t feel the Pain anymore To really know what love is You have given me a wonderful Gift A Gift Of Love, A Gift Of Happiness.

Poetry(((razor Whispers)))
RAZOR WHISPERS She whispers but sounds like thunder. Picks me up when i am going under. When she speaks you should listen. Your heart she touches from with in. If you need to run or even hide. Know shes right there by your side. The game of life we fight to devoir. The bond will never wither like a flower. Does she whisper to you as well. When your right at those gates of hell. Razor whispers but i hear it loud. Her voice can cut right threw a crowd. The whispers of a razorblade kiss. Will leave you in utter bliss. When razor whispers all can hear. A heavenly voice that sounds so clear. Razor whispers to my broken soul. With out her whispers i woudln't be whole.

..poetic Sex..
..poetic sex.. poet don't you leave me now your tortures are so sensual and how poet don't you dare go i need your sexy poetry so rip off another smooth line binds me to your magnificent mind chains me to you in poetry tied to your philosophy bare me with your naked song knowing it won't take too long licking up your eloquence sucking on your oral innocence thrust your deepest causerie in slam your rock hard rhymin up into that G spot tone make the tempo faster, moan searing me with your satire quick branding me with your sharpest wit pierce me with your hot metaphor tattoo me one perfect word, i implore begging to suck your syllables tasting your ink aphrodisiac edibles climaxing your diction and meter within swallowing every precious drop of your... pen saturate me in your poetry, overdose drench me with your high-pressure prose i do patiently wait to sensually, mentally satiate...

Poetry
Exhausted When am I going to get more than a kick in the head an end up with heart ache? Strained from vacant guarantees from numerous men. Desire to be someone extraordinary more than a resound in the sheets. Going to ramble along by myself and turn deaf ears to all the flatteries spewed from honey lips. We all just crave to uncover a position in this life. Encounter someone to embrace us in the night. Someone to chase- faraway the demons of our yesterdays. Tired of awakening to a barren bed with a note saying ---- thank you for the best night of my life. Want to walk away from all the unlimited misconceptions. Going to stop awaiting that flawless love cause there is no such thing. We all just require a tiny bit of respect. We will do anything to obtain it but listen to the truth.

Poetry
THIS IS COPYRIGHTED...so stay da fuk away from it ...ty have a nice day My poems im postin up 4 yall to read ..enjoy its from life xperiences.... I have many revelations and many temptations my own revolution without any solutions It's like trial witout jury I'm in no hurry No pain and no worries I do not make amends with my enemies or my friends I carry all the blame but never wit the shame I've been denied I've been defied I can't resist the devils kiss I've seen nightmares come to life I've also seen dreams shatter I don't complain about what doesn't matter How many pictues can I paint of a tainted governments plot to let us keep getting raped This is not my fate It's not too late I never run and hide I'm an instrument of pathetic times This is just a puzzle I never disengage this rage on this pedestol I will stand As I've always stood No apologies accepteed I cannot use excuses My self abuse is useless suicide is not an answer but some still r

Poetry
this is copyrighted ..so stay away .... enjoy .. So manhy smiles and so many tears so many moments shared throughtout the years holding you in my arms close and tight throughout the night nothign can compare to your smile it was always worth the while but the time has come to let it go let the memories grow old and probably cold just like the snow your a wonderful woman with so much to give but this life with you was not meant for me to live I've given everything to you I could afford to give the pain I feel lis real but just as you no more tears no more worries It was easier for you to say goodbye and let me go then it was for me to see your lies and waste fo time you had me spend tryign to fix a relationship that would finally end It's sad to say it true you had more important people and things to do than work on me and you your heart has finally spoken as mine is broken

Poetry- To The Soldiers Servin Our Country
this is dedicated to the soldiers servin our country ... its copyrighted by me so stay away ..ty Bullets are flying body counts rising helpless children in self-defense are dying tears running down their face cause they've been crying nightmares are creeping and crawling across the bloody battlefield bodies are falling reminiscing bout past times while sleeping one yes is open because the enemy's creeping your under attack but there's no falling back the soldiers on the frontline are ready to crack the enemy seems to keep coming from all the positions across seas our soldiers believe were fighting for a cause that seems so out of reach on their hands and knees our soldiers pray to go to bed each night and wake up each day you can see the steam rising from the fields while countless bodies fill the ground what a disaster body parts blasted and scattered because of this drama families are shattered it's just another way just another disaster it's never gonn

Poetry
Septic Death 33 years A deplorable stranger disposable dregs fodder left out slopped up in the manger... Manure spread thin strewn about the pasture all over hells creation growing over time groaning miserable disaster... 1.10.07 James C Leveroni *feeling down on my birthday

((poetry)) Unnamed
Is it possiable for a love to form. In mists of these rain filled storms. A life of clouds dark and grey. A debt of retribution she is to pay. She dreams of an aluminious light. Angel wings spread to take flight. Her eyes open and the angel has vanished. The unforgiven sin is how her soul was banished. Regrets of this life go to her grave. For her own soul she could not save. She tried to play the hand of god Downing sleeping pills she starts to nod. Slipping into whats after this life. Knowing its wrong but it feels right. With her soul in the palm of his hands. This is where he gave his demands. All around him the angels danced. He returned her for a second chance. I CANNOT PRETEND TO KNO WHAT THIS POEM WILL MEAN TO ANY OF YOU. THIS ONE I MAY HAVE WRITTEN FOR ME. I DO THAT SOMETIMES. BUT I THOUGHT I WOULD SHARE IT. HAVE ANY OF YOU BEEN GIVEN A SECOND CHANCE AT ANY THING?THIS WEEK WHILE I WAS OFFLINE, I TOOK SOME TIME TO MYSELF TO READ SOME OF MY P

Poetry
Hold On Tight Hold on tight.keep me safe. Never let me fall from grace. Know I need you Never leave. Ill love you always Please believe. I' ve never trusted You know its true Today my love I trust in you. Kiss my lips. Caress my heart. Tell me That we'll never part. Hold on tight.keep me safe. Never let me fall from grace. Darkness Darkness overtakes me. Engulfing me holding me in its grip. The fear overwelms me Sucking the very breath from my lungs. Then you put your arm around me as you stir and awaken. The light creeps in through the curtains. You hold me close. I know I am safe. in your loving arms. What Were You Thinking? What were you thinkin when you took from me My pride, my innocence,my dignity? What were you thinking? When you forced me down, saw the tears, And heard the sounds? When you were done Did you feel somehow you had won? I thought it my fault, I wanted to die, I hid the pain and tried not to cry. I re

Poetry
THE COMPTAPLATION OF SUICIDE.... As i sit here my mind goes blank i can't deside who to thank should i even thank anyone at all? i just sit and think and think and think till life itself starts to fucking stink should i cut my wrist should i eat my gun i can't deside mabey i should just kill a nun as these thoughts progress its hard for me to rest so i just take my rope and choke myself to death.... The Last Trip.... i eat this box of cedin and i start to trip my eyes widen up and time get striped lights become bright and the music is out of sight insane thoughts race throught my head like sex religion and death so i take a step back and become out of breath i turn out the light lay in my bed then my closet opens and something rips off my head fuck im dead....

Poetry((military Tribute))
We want you to come home safe and sound. Where you belong on american ground. To the men and woman fighting this war. Each day spent with out you is a chore. We wait to welcome you home with arms open wide. With tears of joy and hearts filled with pride. Each day hopping you will come home soon. No matter the time midnight or noon. We cant wait to hold you tight. Never letting you out of sight. We understand it is a job you must do. To protect the meaning of the red white and blue. Stand tall soldier and shout out loud. I am american and i am proud. written by lady of kaos

Poetry
Hooked on Disney Nursery rhymes spinning lies about a happily ever after. A brave Knight wearing white, climbs the golden ladder. Just one kiss from a handsome prince, wearing a toads sweater. Lost and found holds your crown but the slipper couldn't fit better. Was it too much hassle to visit my castle and deliver me that kiss? He was supposed to arrive at a quarter till 9:00, I wrote it on my list. But here I sit in the cold, growing old and getting rather pissed. "I lost my way", he will say, "my phone call you must of missed." Well, Prince Charming, I'm tired, and your fired, no longer will I wait. Now you show! You've got to go! I think you know the way to my gate! But don't worry, if you hurry you can still meet up with your fate. There's a girl I know, her name is Snow, just accept the apple on her plate. Well I'm on to you Mr. Disney... Prince Charming, how alarming, is just a fabrication. Sorry for the trouble, with bursti

Poetry
a single black rose. in a lonely abyss. persecuted and rejected. rising above the rest. not afraid to be bold. viewing in black and white. no in-betweens. only the judged. and the judges. born outside the crowd. but embracing it. questioning. instead of accepting. saying FUCK YOU. to the world. that imprisoned you. let society burn. where it stands. with it's fake. perfection. and the normal. and not. let the clones and followers. who laugh. at your differences. which make you more beautiful. let them rot. rest in pieces.

Poetry
enslaved. in chains of fury. but only to let go. let go of love. embracing hate. with skies of red. and thorns of roses. becoming heartless. as taught. with empty eyes. and looks of pain. screaming. in moonless dark.

Poetry
we break our own hearts. with beautiful lies. and self sacrifice. sabotage and manipulation. all for the sake. of hearts. that are already broken. a world. that appreciates nothing. and the innocent corrupted. with a single breath. as we revert to our original instincts. kill or be killed.

Poetry
My thoughts are wandering like a man in the desert My eyes are crying like a waterfall in an unknown place My soul is drifting away like a bottle in the sea My heart is fading like a candle at the end if its wick My body is weak like a flower with no water This is me i am real I am no other No one can be me And i can be no other

Poetry Written For Me By Jim On My B-day I Love It...
kaotic she is,mesmerizing me her kisses my treasure her heart my home seeking only her smile magically touching my heart bringing music to my soul a love for her unrequited but growing stronger everyday longing but always unconditional the best part of me filling a spacious void peacefully soothing all worries beautifully quelling all fears in my heart she lies forever close to me there with me always no matter how far away missing her words loving her thoughts she only need ask and ill give her anything be it her fondest wish or her darkest desire for she is my heart and all it could be kaotic she is beloved by me For the one I adore,The Lady of Kaos,on her birthday January 19th,2007.....I love you with all my heart .......happy birthday amber.....smooches jim

Poetry
Set Love Free You call it love but it's shown what you give if your feelings are not shared freely love have no chance to grow and live. All those emotional strings tide with fear to keep your love secure only keep you wondering but never totally sure. Now that's not love you're holding on to. It's the fear that won't let you express the freedom of love I feel in you. Love must be free for love to grow unconditional is the only love I know set your love free the way love was intended to be love will grow strong and be return back to thee. Can you set your love free like a bird that must fly or will you cage love with fear and personal desire. without true freedom love has no need to grow love is only held captive in your heart with no place to go Without shared freedom love will surely die leaving you unfulfilled and wondering why Love must be free for love to grow unconditional is the only love I know set your love free the way love was

Poetry Love Song
You are so beautiful But yet you are so full of love that is unexpressed I feel the pureness of your heart even thousands miles apart your love is so close to me may I be the instrument to express your love song I would play your song so soft, so tender, and so sweet It's your loving body in my arms I desire to keep your hearts melody sings to me its love song and you make beautiful music songs that calls out to me come share that part of me That has never been sung But this song is not easy you can fail as others before has done this is what your eyes say Nothing of real value can be learn in one day because my love song takes years to learn to play. Tony Mims

Poetry
I see poetry every day Whole lotta rhythm not too much rhyme Full African hips sway, sway In melodious time Are you tellin' me that she aint poetry? The dance of Manjani What they call karate That summer time party Hell yeah that's poetry! The way African people move and groove is so smooooooth... It's got to be poetry. That touchdown catch My love's morning stretch Our children’s first sketch Man, you tellin me that aint poetry? You see We, we are living history of rhythm and rhyme Complex measures frozen then syncopated in time. Yeah man we are poetry. Our smooooth sun baked bodies Entangled passionately For what seems to be An eternity Damn! Now that's poetry! Poetry is Trane blowin' that horn. Poetry is Coltrane blowin that horn. Poetry is John Coltrane blowin that horn. Softly... As I sleepily... Cuddle up next to thee. Yeah... That's poetry

Poetry
TO A VERY SPECIAL FRIEND. BEING A GOOD FRIEND IS REALLY AN ART. A WONDERFULL TALENT THAT COMESFROM THE HEART.ITS KNOWING THE KIND THING TO DO OR SAY, LISTENING AN TALKING A PROBLEM AWAY.ITS BEING TOGETHER AN GOOD TIME AN BAD. AN JUST WITH A SMILE MAKING EACH OTHER GLAD. IT CARING FOR SOME ONE,AN SHOWING IT TO, THANK GOOODNESS FOR GOOD FRIENDS-FRIEND JUST LIKE YOU.

Poetry
HELLO HELLO IS SUCH A LITTLE WORD BUT WHEN ITS SENT YOUR WAY. IT SAYS SO MANYFRIENDLY THINGS, THAT LONGER WORDS CANT SAY. IT SAYS YOUR BEING THOUGHT ABOUT. ITSAYS YOUR NICE TO KNOW. HOPE IT ADDS A TOUCH OF JOY. THIS LITTLE WORD HELLO.

Poetry
MISSING YOU WHENEVER I MISS YOU. ITALWAYS BRINGS TO MIND. THE THOUGHT AND HOPES WE SHARED. AND OUR MANY HAPPY TIMES. AND THE QUIET MOMENTS TOO. I THINK OF ALL THE THINGS SO UNIQUE TO ME AN YOU. AND THOUGH THE MANY MILES. MAKE IT SEEMWERE FAR APART WARM MEMORIES LIKE THESE. KEEP YOU EVER IN MY HEART

Poetry
Fear There should be nothing to fear Yet, there is everything to fear It will never be real clear Should we be far or near for, fear is very real so real it seems sureal Fear is everywhere yet, should be nowhere But, let it be known that god will see us through whether near or far.He will be there for all to see. Robin Lynn

Poet's Heart
A poets' heart who is so big As to not allow his past To warp the wonder of beauty, Of nature and lovely things He sees in the present. A heart though wounded in life Remains ever open to express The respect and love He has for life and love. A womans' beauty and to articulate it, A womans' uniqueness, And his responses To the fairer of the two sexes. His pen seldom stops flowing unceasingly, With thoughts of love To make the most lifeless of his readers Come to life again! I can attest to feeling this way. An atmosphere where compliments are rare, And gifts one posesses are ignored, The mundane takes over And life seems quite pointless. Restored, awakened and renewed With such tender words, This is so welcome to discouraged hearts Women who read his words! As your loving heart of respect And love for women carries on, It is not only your legacy to us But to we who read it, It is our gift!

Poetry 2
gasping for breath dieing to be herd pain every breath crying on every word you scream so loud hoping to be herd but the room you are in muffles the sound....what do you do they point and stare as you go to the back of the room all scared are you a project or just something to look at who knows dont be scared look twords the light you have to fight to make it right hear my voice follow the sound and before you know it you will be on solid ground

Poetry
I take you into a smoky bar, My friends wonder who you are, Your dress is form fitting and tight, Our chemistry is never more right, The song dances across your lips, And to the beat you shake your hips. The next song is a slow groove, And then I decide to make my move, My lips and tongue tickle your neck My hands caress your lower back, But then we wait until we go home, For we'll be private and all alone. On the way home from the bar, While we are riding in the new car, I kiss you again and hold you tight, You tell me I'm your hot mister right, And then we get back to my place, I noticed you loved wearing lace. You squirt chocolate all over me, And start to lick so sensually, You caress me gently with your mouth, Then your tongue goes to the south, Love and chocolate's a kinky scene, But it makes you feel like a queen. Then you ask me where is the bath, I say to the left and down that path, As I hear the sound of running water, My passion for you on

Poetry
I sat and pondered all alone, Will I ever find a love of my own? A love I can trust, A love that's a must? A love without the pain, Such a love--Will I gain? Will he hurt me too, Just like the others do? Will he cheat and lie, Or will he hold me high? Will he appreciate what I do, Or will he laugh and say we're through? Will I ever find Mr. Right, Or will all love be a fight? Will he always make me cry, Or will he care and ask why? Will he want me, as I want him, Or will love, he just pretend? I sat and pondered all alone, Will I ever find a love of my own?

Poetry
Believe in your heart that something wonderful is about to happen. Love your life. Believe in your own powers, and your own potential, and in your own innate goodness. Wake every morning with the awe of just being alive. Discover each day the magnificent, awesome beauty in the world. Explore and embrace life in yourself and in everyone you see each day. Reach within to find your own specialness. Amaze yourself and rouse those around you to the potential of each new day. Don't be afraid to admit that you are less than perfect; this is the essence of your humanity. Let those who love you help you. Trust enough to be able to take. Look with hope to the horizon of today, for today is all we truly have. Live this day well. Let a little sun out as well as in. Create your own rainbows. Be open to all your possibilities; all possibilities and Miracles. Always believe in Miracles.

Poetry
Winter months Cold gray skies Tree's with know leaves This is the season I dread the most If only the clouds would open, and let the sun shine threw. Winter wouldn't feel so depressing, but winter wouldn't feel so depressing Winter is here to stay,for a little while I can see Grey is the sky,and the trees are brown. These are the only two colors i see I wait in my room for spring to come. These winter months are just know fun.

Poetry
I lie on the ground, and stare into space, the stars start to move, into the shape of your face. I see you there now, looking down at me, with that cute little smile, that I like to see. You say "close your eyes", "tell me what you see", I see only two people, just you and me. We're walking the shoreline, with our feet getting wet, the horizon turns pink, as the sun starts to set. We make love through the night, on that white sandy shore, then I hold you while thinking, I could want nothing more. Oh I wish I could be, in that one special place, as I lie on the ground, and I stare into space...

Poet & Sex
(After a friend asked me why I didn't write more poems about sex) For one thing, it's hard to get away with, caught as we are red-handed in the Chamber of Mimesis, one of those kinky rooms with mirrors all over the walls and ceiling where we hope to satisfy our unspeakable needs but get instead an abyss of dwindling reflections. Also, it's less like being in bed with a lover than standing alone in front of a copy machine Xeroxing her panties and bra. Snaps and garters give way to the block and tackle of narrative, which no amount of fumbling will undo. Now tell me, does that sound like fun to you? Sometimes, however, while we are looking elsewhere, the green-gold dust of pollen falls and begins to settle over everything like an idea that takes over without our knowing and adds a glow to whatever we see, and we find ourselves in the middle of a sentence we want to keep going, clause after clause, as if the sinuosities of syntax were the suave unfolding of limbs

Poetry
So glad to hear you could make it, just toodles before the trouble starts. Thankful you traveled safe, vengeful you came so early. Walked through the days, sprinted at the sun while it went away. So calm it seems. Sneaky was the camera play as enchanted could it be. For all that holds, is the glue before the trees. With the written words upholding your shirt, a scream lets out, so vivid, like the bit of the snake, that withers and corrupts your soul. As the shadows prevail, the aggressive look on your face, shows lightning bright. The noose in which you gather, is everything it can be. All the harm you make it to be. When the percussion beats soft, we'll dance the midnight graciously, In time for the midst of the collapse. To breath, to see, to feel, This is what you're here for. the destruction, and chaos, You bring. Is a symbol of the one thing most desire. Musky and shallow it may be, the jealousy and envy, the entrails, attacks in mass quantit

Poetry
FROSTYS BACK.... THE SNOW HAD FALLEN AND COVERED THE GROUND, AND THE TREE LIMBS WERE WAITED DOWN WITH THE SIGN THAT WINTER HAD ARRIVED. THE SMOKE COMING FROM THE CHIMNEYS WAS FILLING THE AIR,AND THE SOUNDS OF CHILDREN LAUGHING AND PLAYING COULD BE HEARD FROM MILES AROUND THE SIGHT OF SNOWMEN OF ALL KINDS WHEN YOU PASS THRU TOWN...IS A VERY GOOD SIGN THAT FROSTYS BACK.

Poetry Of Last Warrior
High on bleak, stony rag, Unmoving, he sits astride His ragged coated pony. Only telltale frozen breaths, Separate them from The still, winter black boles Of ancient leafless trees. The pony, blown and lame, Stands with lowered head, Ears flattened to the sound Of a distant wolf pack. The man on his back, All weapons lost, Ignores the trickling blood From savage wounds, Mingling his war paint. Eyes burning fiercely He strains to find The sign he seeks: Behind, the sound of enemy Draws ever closer. At last, faith rewarded, He sees far below In the deep valley, Arriving at the edge Of the fast flowing river, The great she bear With two gamboling cubs: To fish the racing salmon, Drawn relentlessly toward Their age-old spawning ground. Silently, the wounded brave Offers his final prayer To the eternal clan bear; Totem and guardian Of his battle slain tribe. The enemy, exultant, Are almost upon him, Yet he looks not behind: He sees only the Great Spiri

Poetry
Well here is my first one let me know what ya think--I will ost a new one every other day-- "A Lover'S Wish" May are love bind us Like a lock with no key. May are hearts join In joyous praise of one another. May are minds fill with visions Of the life we'll have together. May are souls unite To form a power never seen before. So when you become my wife I'll promise you my love for life. Dennis Ray Ankrom Copyright ©2007 Dennis Ray Ankrom

Poetry
Curses For You Keep comin at me.... Keepin me aware of you....... My source of inspiration.... Oh how much I hate you..... Stupid indecision Yes, I do abhor you Cursing you indignantly....... But you keep comin at me Although I'm not alone.... Am I your addiction? Your fix for the day? How can I forgive you? When I can't forgive myself Stupid indecision Keeps you comin.....still. .........Me can anyone guess what this is about?

Poetry Of A Broken Soul.
Can you help me, I'm dying? My heart's so tired of trying, and telling myself I've moved on, makes my head tired of lying. Can you help me, I'm lost now? I want to find my way somehow. Each time I try it gets worse. I'm falling farther away. Can you save me, I love you? All the things we've been through, seem fruitless when I sleep alone. I wish I was home. Can you help me, I'm drowning? In this sea of booze and mysery. My head is numb and, it doesn't last long enough. Can you fuck me, I'm hurting? Just need something to get by. If only for a moment of flesh. That one moment I'm free.

A Poetic Rant Of Theories
I am going to embark on a journey of working harder than I ever have before. I can rest when I get what I want. I am curious to see what true "bunr out" is. Then when I fall someone can scoop me up with a shovel and wheel me away. At least I will know that my goals were met and I have recieved my "perfect: achievements. Life would suck something fierce if two people were in front of each other and had nothing in common. I mean they could learn and share different attributes and characteristics from one another....Maybe even talents and values. But if there is no gorund for relation it more than likely would go no where. Only because the whole time would be spent leanring and gaining knowledge. There would be no chance to sit back and enjoy the similairties. Besides black and white never play together harmoniously. For example u never see the sun and the moon together in one place. The sun is hot and would burn the moon makin it another sun therefore transforming the moons natural fe

Poetry
Okay so I use to be really big on making poems not so much anymore but I think I'm going to start getting back into making them , partially just for the hell of it and partially to relax myself so here's the first poem in which may go on to be a continuous daily thing.. maybe... Untitled How long shall I sigh As confusion clouds mine eye Who to be, what to do Has the nation told you true Seems to only lead you wrong To follow the same drummers song Never knowing where you belong Gather faith in yourself, hold it dear Love the ones that you hold near Challenge yourself with each waking day Have your colors show in vast array For who shall love you more than yourself Confidence is the greatest wealth So smile on and hold your head high Give yourself these wings and make them fly

Poetic Words
Papers floating in the air Poetic words flying everywhere Tossed away by shivering hands All heartfelt whispered poetic chants Papers mixed up new and old From bitter hearts of solid gold As white and yellow mix and match Tortured eyes try to detach Poetic words flying everywhere Descend neatly to earth in pairs As whisperers chant heartfelt verses Filled with love filled with curses From bitter hearts of solid gold These verses flow warm and cold They reach the ground neatly stacked Bundled up then tightly packed Toss the papers away and sin But the words are etched in a poet’s skin They reside in hearts of bitter gold These poetic verses new and old

Poetry
As I lie here with my head on your chest I can feel your heart beating I feel you gently caressing my hair in your hand With the warmth of your breath upon my neck I feel your heart beginning to beat faster I lift my tired and weak head up and look deep into your eyes With a smile upon my face holding each other tightly and securely your hands leave my side and embrace my face with your hands as ya gently kiss my soft lips With my eyes closed I can taste every bit of your sweet kiss As our kiss deepens your heart beats faster then before Your kiss goes from my lips downward onto my body I feel your hands lightly touching my back, our breathing becomes more and more heavier I knew the moment my eyes met yours, that it was meant to be

Poetry
Lying here with my head on my pillow, I wonder what it is your doing. I lie here and wonder are you thinking of me? Only you know that answer On these cold and lonely nights I close my eyes wishing you was here, lying next to me keeping me warm and safe Tho in my dreams you always keep me warm and safe I feel a great sense of wonder come over my body when I think of you I ask the lord above each and every night to bring you home to me safe and sound I see everyday couples holding hands cuddling together and kissing wishing that was us Knowing that we will be together forever, but we both know in time, that one day the time will come that we must say goodbye And when that day comes we will have shared many memories and good times together Until then we will cherish and love one another forever and always

Poetry
THERE COMES A POINT IN LIFE WHEN YOU CAN ONLY STAND SO MUCH OVER THE YEARS STRESS BUILDS UP AND YOU JUST CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE THE DAWN OF AGES CATCHES UP WITH YOU ONE STRING OVER THE LIMIT THE BUTTONS GET PUSHED TILL YOU VOMIT OUT ANGER OR BLOW UP ON SOMEONE WHOM IS UNDESERVING OF IT PEOPLE ARE LIKE BOOKS EVERYONE IS DIFFERENT LIKE THE BREEZE OF THE OCEAN BEACH THE MOON REFLECTING OFF THE WATER SHORES THE SWEET SMELL OF SALTY OCEAN WATER BLEMISHED WITH THE SANDS THE CRISP BLUE SKYS THE PERFECT MOMENTS TO TAKE THE TIME TO CHERRISH LIFE AND THE MOMENTS THE AIR YOU BREATHE THE EVERY DAY LIFESTYLE MOST DONT TAKE THE TIME TO DO SO ITS SAD REALLY .... IM SUCH A ROMANTIC HAHA NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT ITS GOOD TO HAVE THAT AND SHARE IT WITH SOMEONE DEAR AND NEAR TO YOUR HEART MAKE THEM FEEL GOOD AND WARM INSIDE SHOW THEM LOVE LIKE YOU HAVE NEVER SHOWN ANYONE B4 TO PEOPLE DEEPLY MADLY IN LOVE HAPPINESS TOGETHER IS SOMETHING OF IMPROTANCE... BROKEN SOULS IS ABOUT PEOPLE DAMAGING PEOPL

Poetry
A poem I wrote a few years ago The Quest The rainbow's light falls softly upon this place. The misty sky, twinkles with untold delight. With our hands intertwined, We walk this neverland, Seeking for reasons in this search for answers. Our Quest make take us to the darkest night, A private hell of our own fears To wich we must fight to survive. NEVER GIVE UP, FOR LOVE MAY BE AROUND THE BEND We must be strong...so we are able to rise above to soar into the light To touch the stars to be at peace with life We must look in the places Noone else would dare to find the beauty, that's been waiting there. For then we would have the key to inspire magic to awaken desire and passion to watch the seed grow into the rose But most of all to choose love as our goal

Poetry
Ghost I am a ghost wandering the halls at night restless and seeking seeking for something I may never find Ice runs through my heart sending shivers jabbing my mind echoes of lost loves whisper through my soul tonight I have noone to understand to take the coldness from me to kiss away the pain and heartbreak that lives deep down inside of me I am not worthy I am not big enough, not strong enough to fight away this fear that claws and tears through the insides I have been taken Used up. thrown away drained of all knowledge and good that was left of me I am broken, torn apart Not what I could have been for you for me for the ones who trusted me I am noone Noone at all I dont count I barely exist I am a ghost in all your existances So I wander these halls Opening doors staring through windows searching for something to make me feel whole again FULL again Fill me up Fil

Poetry(((( Thinking))))
Music Video Codes By Music Jesus.com THINKING ABOUT THE BLADE. THINKING ABOUT THAT KNIFE. THINKING ABOUT ALL THE WRONG IN MY LIFE. THINKING OF THE STEELE PEIRCEING MY SKIN. THINKING I CANNOT GO THREW THIS AGAIN. THINKING ABOUT WHAT MY LIFE REALY MEANS. THINKING ABOUT HOW LONG I STAYED CLEAN. THINKING HOW COULD I HAVE A RELAPSE. THINKING I DID AND TO MY KNEES I COLLAPSE. THINKING MY THOUGHTS ARE LIKE CANCER INSIDE MY BRAIN. THINKING SLOWLY I AM DRIVEING MYSELF INSANE. THINKING IS THERE ANYONE WHO CAN REALLY HELP ME. THINKING IF MY LIFE REALLY WASNT MENT TO BE. THINKING WILL I EVER BE ALRIGHT. THINKING I DONT KNOW BUT THIS IS MY LIFE............ WRITTEN BY LADY KAOS

Poetry On My Love Life
Just a reminder: I write poems like these to express the way I am feeling at a certain moment. Sure, most poets mean it but some use it as a way of expression. I use poetry to express my feelings and thoughts about things. Like it or not, I do this for those 2 main reasons. This part of my poetry is based on my shitty love life. Yeah I know, sux huh? "Bad Friday" When I look back At the words said There was happiness But also hurt and sadness I can't help But look at the times How happy we once were Is what I realized Until the day came Bad Friday The fight began And it went on, you won I was dying But was not actin' Like a foot soldier That was killed in action Only one me But so many demons Now I feel sick For all the dramatic reasons I can't figure myself out Not with the suspense going on It would hurt me more By trying to move on I need to heal And help myself out It's the only way I will without a doubt The truth is this I'm sti

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

Poetry
Hidden Tears My hidden tears Start when I raise To another day of disappointment And demise My Heart falls quick My blood grows dry My head starts to hurt And I wish I could die But I won't because I'm yours and you are mine But do I know what to do Sometime But those tears The tears that I shed in the night Blind me with fright Sometimes I pray but always inside That someone may take me away Because I am afraid of losing you What awful heart break That would be for me So I pretend not to care And push the pain aside For in the darkness is where my soul hides

Poetry
My fears, my dreams, my hopes My fears, my dreams, my hopes they are what make me. But they are not always as they seem to be. I am let down time after time As my fears become reality my dreams are shattered and my hopes were never there My fear of betrayal of being alone is beneath the surface waiting to come forth My dreams of a perfect life of having it all become nonexistent when I took my fist step and proceed to fall My hopes for the future for having whoever I desire were not there becasue I recieve no desire in return Why does life seem to have a way of letting you down on each and every day? I want some answers to help me out so my dream, my fears, and my hopes may come about.

Poetry4
BALLAD OF THE DAMNED In the moonlit forest he waits And his true love shall awake from her dreams To find they are real And she shall come to him On the path of light Paved by the dreams of a lonely lover And she shall walk this path over again As she does tonight His raven-haired beauty shall come Quick in step and light of heart For it has been many a night Since she has ceased dreaming To live the life she longs for At night when the moon is high And her spirit is low Until they share their sorrows He speaks of his youth held so long ago Before he became one of them And she listens as he retells That night he lost the light So very long ago He speaks of eternal night How he longs for the sun Which he relives in her And then her decision Made in the darkness of night Shall fill him with joy Her choice born So long ago in her heart Shall make him live now And he is whole again As her neck cries the tears that have been held back for so long

Poetry5
DRAGON'S BABY There's a dragon with its eggs then they hatch and the baby's beg the mother flies off to find the right food as the mother takes off she hears a coo the baby is black red and green as the mother deserts her baby the baby turns mean he grows a little more each day and soon he will find a way to make his mother pay.... A VAMPIRE'S LOVE Ill slice open my chest, she pleaded But he just turned his head Ill tear out my pounding heart Ill lay it on your bed Shes screaming at him now Tears pouring down her face Just tell me how to fix this He just looked at her disgraced Her bodies breaking now And suddenly she cant breathe Please just once trust, Just once believe in me! But he just walked away And left her lying there Slowly falling to her death For this world she can not bare But how can I live without you?! She screamed so hed come back Just tell me what to do Ill fix what I do lack Yet he did not turn t

Poetry6
THE BLACK DRAGON The dragon it sweeps across the land, the blue flame which has reaked of foreign hand, no rider can be there, no person to steed, only dark to travel and ink to read, he continues to fly, forever more as the black dragon pads along the floor, his scales on black, his blood of red, his eyes and his mouth a fiery haze of which he has burned with all of his ways, i dream of one day when he will be slain, the curse will be lifted the end of the pain, however it is but a hope, a wisp of a thought, that one day away, will go the pain he bought, this dragon has come to destroy our ways, to end what what we started for rest of the days, he fight and we fought and we continue to do, but as the black dragon rises there is nothing we shall do, his power demi-god, his strength un-matched, the black of his heart and the and the heat of his match, forever this continues, until one side will win, let us pray for our fighters, as they won't see another

Poetry7
AM I EVIL Am i evil for believing what i do? Am i evil for not agreeing with you? Can't i be right and you wrong, maybe your weak and im strong Am i evil for having dark skin? Am i evil for not being your twin? Can't i be white and you black, maybe i have what you lack. am i evil for not being like you? am i evil for being a nail... and u a screw? Can't i be the screw and you the nail maybe i'll succeed and where you fail maybe your the evil one and im the good and ur the one whos misunderstood. ...... LIVE NO EVIL Say no evil; refraining to bring even the most inconspicuous of hatred to your immaculately divine lips, See no evil; closing your eyes as they lecherously wandered; casting their diabolical glimpse upon innocuous entities trespassing through this mighty planet, Propagate no evil; disseminating only philanthropic benevolence from your palms; in every entity you encountered; during your impoverished existence upon Mother Ear

Poetry8
TWISTING DAWN OF HOWLING STARS Clear velvet night and shining stars choke it. They cry out to me and whisper my name as I look up. They'll always be there.. a never-enduring life of souls no matter what I do they'll be back to haunt me. Far from the asylum of hatred and cemetery of fear the welcoming arms of warmth are but of no comfort as time heals nothing.......only minds. I would want to escape the free mind that releases haunting memories that should never be there, to be around who I care about and be free from the dawn of reality and live in the night when time froze, as not to realise of what will happen and what will and should and could........... Only I can see a blur of tears in the sky, a soft cry in my ears and in my mind of the reaping pattern that will always scar me, from beyond the light......from beyond the grave. So take my mind and soul from my heart because all existence are all extinct and as the planet dies we will always be together with the hand

Poetry9
BALLAD OF THE DAMNED Welcome to my world-- alive after dark, after dreams, after death. Enter my ballroom, lit by chandeliers of stars, with walls defined only by impending dawn. Listen. Listen to the songs of still night. Feel the melody flow like your blood through my veins. Embrace my dark dance. Change the rhythm for it is yours..... THE VAMPIRE'S REIGN As the moon rises, the sun sets, the vampires wake up again. After they feast on blood, like snakes eat rats, they'll sleep in their coffins, before dawn can rain. So beware young child, because they might, decide to drain your blood tonight..... VAMPYRE You have no choice, You cannot choose... All of our Heroes, Shall one day lose. Some may Hope, And others Pray... They are only safe, In the light of Day. For when the Sun sets, To slumber and sleep... Out of the Darkness, My Kindred shall creep. So hide yourselves well, Get thee to bed... The Day is

Poetry10
CAST DOWN Despair, emptiness See the hatred wasted on yourself Face down taste the dust; it's getting harder everyday Just to find a reason not to end it all yourself Suicide on the street Everywhere around you watch it breed It begins to bury you in self-induced rejection Despair, emptiness Isolation rapes you everyday Face down taste the dust, digging deeper in your grave Haven't found a reason Haven't found a thing to fuking live for Godless he doesn't care How you choose to destroy yourself In a world that feeds on hate You're left here just to waste away In your cardboard prison, asphalt wasteland....... IT WAS THEIR DESIRE I am a killer, killed before , it was their desire, to be left on the floor To weak to live, to Strong to stay, the devil took them, but i made him go away As i look into their eyes, and to hear their pain, if you can believe this, i am totally sain. The feeling of the snap , as their neck breaks, eyes watch

Poetry11
DEATH, MY FRIEND Death, my friend, you are always there, from you, no one flee, you are everywhere, still, I wonder, why you are never here... Death, my friend, you release others from pain, all those people, they get free, so many slain, yet, I ask, why I am still here in vain... Death, my friend, you everywhere see, from you, just redemption, can I plea, here I ask, come here, set me free... DEAD TEARS I see doom ahead, my love, soon it is all dead... I can't anymore stop and turn, my heart - my love, soon they will burn... Moist fill my eyes - dead soul without fears, my burnt heart, I buried it in the sea of dead tears... LIVE FOREVER Sharp fangs, shining in the moonlight, for the living creatures, causing a fright... Vampires of the mist are in bloodlust, to drink fluid of life, they must... Not for them your pity and tears shed, through the death continue their life undead... Things for yourself just easy to make, g

Poetry12
PALE ANGEL Pale Angel She walks with silent feet. Who is this pale angel? With coal black wings, And a blue-golden stare. Many know her name. Few know her. Even fewer know the real her. Sky??They whisper behind her back. Her pale fingers trail fire in their wake. Giving or taking the life depends on her mood. Mummering begins again as she makes her way To a new room, Another life Life? Death? Her dark hair covers her face as she enters Cool breath stops suddenly. Anger swells in her beautiful eyes Yelling and shouting begins outside the door. With a wave of her hand the door closes, Closing out the noise and anger. Her eyes never leaving the pale little girl on the bed. Screams Pain Hate Nothing She smiles a faint smile The light never reaching her eyes She whispers softly The girl stirs You live she mummers She tugs out one of her beautiful feather Placing it on the girls bed She mummers He will leave you alone now Quietness Nothing said She

Poetry13
UNDER THE FULL MOON Man and girl walk under the full moon, their faces enjoy the breeze of cool. Her heart starts beating at a quickened pace as she looks into her boyfriend's face, his face, pale as the moon, And wonders: "Will it happen soon?" They come to a green field of dark, where, at daylight, stands the park. Her dark eyes see nothing there. "Good," she whispers, and flips her raven hair. "If you love me, love me!" says she "If so ye will," answers he. She lies on the grass of cold and feels his breath most bold Now, her whole body shakes, fearing that from the dream she wakes. his hand travels to her lips and there it gently grips. she sees his teeth of withe, those sharp blades of night. And oddly, she starts to fear, that he didn't hold her dear. she starts to kick and swing, yet it does not harm the darkness king. His hand muffles her shriek and her punches to her seem weak. He bites her flesh of neck and sh

Poetry14
CUTTING I started cutting, to relieve the pain. The cuts weren’t deep or very long, just enough to feel it all. Thoughts of death, Crept in my head. I started failing all my classes, and pushing friends away. I kept the pain all bottled up, until one day, When blood was streaming down my leg, and a trail of tears ran down my cheek, I thought of all those who I have lost, and began to weep. My grandpa popped into my head, I dropped the razor, and ran to my sister, and I told her everything. I disappointed myself. I said I would never cut, and those who did were stupid. But when you have that much pain running through you, nothing seems to matter. I found that it helps to talk to someone close to you...... KILL ME Choked by tears and fears That refuse to fall Words get caught on my tongue No time to think at all Hate rushes to the surface Not against my will But unconscious all the same With this need to kill Kil

Poetry15
THE MONTH WAS OCTOBER; THE ACT WAS VIOLENT The month was October the night air was crisp the weekend was greeted with happiness and cheer our mothers' birthday was here! frinds gathered together the good times were shared Eighty poud beauty with flowing blonde hair and intense blue eyes it's true; she was something to see we all knew she had a problem yes, something was not right The act was violent my skin crawls to think the pain that little woman endured! throwing around that woman's tiny body, did you feel strong? crushing her jaws blacking her eyes did you feel powerful? how about raping her? did that give you imense pleasure? her screams must be loud now are they piercing your ears? did you smile hurling a golf club at that tiny woman's head? watching her blonde hair being painted red her screams now are gone, she makes not a sound. did you laugh to yourself as you tightened your hands around her tiny neck? did pleasure fill you

Poetry16
VAMPYRE I love the black, it's so beautiful, the way my tears sparkle in the darkness like the silk of spiders web i love the blood, it's so delicious, the way it trickles down my chin like rivers of molten lava i love the flesh, it's so warm, as if the heart underneath these white breasts was still beating...... IN THE DARKNESS In the Darkness I am in the shadows. I am hide in the darkness. I am harmless in the darknessÃ¢ï¿½Â¦ Please god helps me... Why am I here? Please god just take me to heaven. I just want to be free from the darkness. Man comes to at night. In than he hides in the Darkness. And than he sucks my blood. What is he? Why has he come to me? He say he want me. But why does he want me. I feel good when I am in his arms. I see heaven in his eyes. Why do I feel this way? Touching you making me feel something I never felt before. I have been unhappy even since you left me here alone. The deep sadist in my heart Ã¢

Poetry17
BURNING TOUCH OF LOVE My love, Are you still mine? 'Cause there are many... Fantasy thoughts going through my head, As all I do is think of you... As I've hungered, For your loving burning touch, As I need your love so badly, Now till the end of time, I am waiting for you with open arms To embrace you with wings of love, To hold you deep within my soul, To kiss you without control. Just being near you, And be able to behold your touch, Takes me to another dimension, But, time just moving so slowly, To feel the heat of your passions. I do want you to know... I will always love you, That you are all I have ever long for, And crave, and yearn... That you are the man of my dreams, The one I have searched all my life, That every day, more and more, I'm falling deeply in love with you!....... A DREAM IN THE NIGHT Lost in confusion and total self bliss I've found the relation between dream and wish A dream is a fantasy lived only while asleep But a wish has a compass vast, far and de

Poetry Eases My Soul
Time Will Tell by Indira Rojas As I dwell in my pain, and sulk in my sorrow, I ask Father Time, "What can you tell me? What news will you relay to me? Praytell..." He looked at me with a sad and sunken face, knowing what troubled me. This was his response: "Time will tell when you will be happy. Time will tell when your pain and hurt shall end. Time will tell when you shall divorce your nightmare. Time will tell when you shall separate from your love. Time will tell when independence shall be yours. Time will tell when solitary happiness is at hand. Time will tell when THEY leave you alone. Time will tell if he will come. Time will tell when you will live joyfully. Until then, Time has told: You are sad You are hurt You are betrayed You don't deserve that love You don't have your happiness You are surrounded by negativity You are controlled You are restricted You are not real to them" I pondered his choice words, and felt a tear run down

Poetry
Eye's fixed on the star lit sky, i gaze past the moon the night so clear i can see the next galaxy. caught in the bliss of silence thoughts of another day gone, the count down to a new sunrise has begun. the next few hours are the most peacefull on earth, as i focus on the brightest star i can find with closed eye's i wish upon that star in hope of a new tomorrow. if i concentrate hard maybe the wish will ride the wind to carry my words to another place in time, maybe the wish will be heard by the one who can grant what i ask. if my words fall on deaf ears it will not matter none of my dreams have come true, even so i still look in the sky and dream away it give's my mind a much needed break to rest my spirit. if i could fly i would reach as close to this star as possible hoping to find the wish still alive carring across the atmosphere living for eternity, but i know there will be no flight my wings are strapped tight not allowed to spread wide and glide thru the sky, so i must be con

Poetry
Rainy days and cold nights, These are days I need you to hold me tight in your arms, Hold me close and keep me warm, Tell me I'm your good luck charm, Look me in my eyes and tell me I'm the one for you , Tell me I'm your every wish come true, Lay me down very gently, Then make love to me essentially, Caress my body from head to toe not missing a spot, Lets play around like connect the dots, Lets make each other hot till our body heat rise like a rollercoaster ride, Take my body on a journey that never ends, It always seems to just begin, Make me climax like i never done before, Do what you want to my body its all yours, Rub me, lick me, kiss me, tease me do what ever you want to my body as long as its pleasing

Poetry
Fresh red rose peddles all over the bed White candles lit all over the room Soft romantic melodies playing in the air Thus it was a dream come true As I looked closer and there on the bed A purple box that read Please open and do as it says. I opened the box with ease not knowing what my eyes might see I'm speechless for not knowing what to say As I ran my soft hands along the edge of the box thoughts came through my head There laid a white note and as I read; I know what you're thinking now don't be shy and please just look inside and when you're ready just call out my name and I'll be there. My palms now warm and my heart pounding fast and just knowing that we both know that it will last. I did what it said it told me to do and now I'm just waiting for YOU!!

Poetry
Thoughts are swirling around in my head. Visions of visions are clouding my sight. Remembering all the things that were said. Slowly sinking into a pool of fright. Stay with me now I know I wasn’t wise. Does it hurt to stand close and watch me die? Is there pain to watch my fall to demise? If so why do you stand there with dry eyes? Dying wish of uncertain sanity. Deep in your eyes holds a fiery gaze. These cruel stares burn through my vanity. With the intense heat of a fires blaze. Trembling and shaking you’re all I had left, Perhaps that’s why my existence was theft. -Jessica Michelle

Poetry
Molestation, ridicule, humiliation rape, abuse, self mutilation poverty, single parent discrimination marijuana, food stamps, masturbation an empty plate for my depersonification the first steps in your Americanization. Holding a pinky out to toddle tea squatting above to take a clean pee bending and propping elbows and knees showing my vagina letting you see grabbing a pillow to muffle let you be this is what your America has taught me. Education, medication, terrorism spice and sugar for my pessimism crushing and molding any skeptimism whips, chains, a gag your masochism a mechanism for my fetishism a lonely spectator of the American prism. Child abuse, foster care, lacking a parent what name will you use for the suicide ferret when will change come to your confused current, pollution, unfair distribution, the water turrent my transformation awaits your confused ferment anticipation lingers below the Americana permit. Sorry for falsifying the above Ame

Poetry I Wrote
I knew this girl who was amazed by the world then met this guy who charmed and poisoned her mind of this fantasy life she started out good then lost her mind and started slanging in the hood just to score and make a few dollars on the side father was a lawyer mother was a doctor how do you think they felt in side when this world she took affected their work and how people looked under pressure ran away doesn't have money or food so she had to get on her knees just so she could support her habit one more day but she ova dosed arrived in the ambulance at her mothers surprise started crying and asked what happened they said another prostitute trying to survive her mother shed tears and closed her eyes and said thats my baby why why why

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

The Poets Heart
No uttered words the poet speaks, No skies of golden hue, No tales of unrequited love, They were lost when I lost you. No words to caress his lover's heart, And gone the dreams he swore they'd live, But alone within the poet dwells, No uttered words... none left to give. No music swells within his soul, Just silence surrounds his heart, And the solitude engulfs his world, When the poet and love depart. And lost the beauty he once could see, And the glory he saw each day, Now the poet pens his last farewell, No more love can he convey. But what's the poet's soul to do? To release the love he feels, For he'll surely die and wither, If that love he now conceals. He must hide the hurt and heartache, Just smile to friends and say, I'm fine... love doesn't matters, And deceive them all that way. For a different face he'll show them, To barricade his pain, To hide his shattered spirit, From the love he ne'er attained. But the pain within shall kill h

Poetry
"Trapped" Trapped in my world of confusion, my head spinning and spinning, vision blurred, confusion is what I deserve. Trapped in my world of pain, keeping it all inside, hurt is all I feel, pain is what I deserve. Trapped in my world of anger, vessels ready to explode, blood boiling, anger is what I deserve. Trapped in my world of sadness, crying, weeping, not knowing what to do, sadness is what I deserve. Trapped in my own reality, scared, helpless and empty, not knowing what to do. Nobody will save me, death is all I deserve. alo

Poetry
Darkness caught the overhang that the mark of daylight had cast. It was then and only then, that I recalled my past, Like lightning when it hit me All over my body it struck me and brought me to one knee. I remember the darkness in the night sky. It hung silenly over me as I wondered why. It had been twenty years to the day of his unmournful death, When the curse finally hit me, stealing my breath. I had slayed his body so long ago, A curse of death was placed upon me, appearently not faux. So there on one knee, I was fullfilling my destiny, While my sins began killing me. Then, I yelled out one last request, Please make this my one and only death! A voice of laughter filled the air, Invisible, It seemed as if it wasnt there. The first night I had died, Was the one and only night I had ever cried. For now I'm used to my eternal destiny, Bound to die every twenty years, knealing on one knee.

Poetry
I am sitting in a room with pretend little people, pretending to be happy, pretending not to be confused. I feel used to pretending not to care. My heart pretends to beat, while I pretend it's rare. So here I sit pretending not to notice all the fakes, who pretend to want to listen, but instead their brains ache. I pretend to pretend that you are not pretending, but to pretend to pay attention is just the begining. Pretend little bitches, pretend to be cool, but to buy expensive things is to be a fool. Pretend to love. Pretend to hate. Pretend to listen. Pretend to ignore. These are just a few things that I pretend to do. So lets go back to pretending marily, just me and you.

Poetry
How do you love someone, That loves someone else Even though they say they love you, You know deep in their heart, That theirs belongs to another Why do you keep trying, When you can't make them love you, You can't make them forget You sit back and hope, That you are making the right choice, That it's all in your head, That their heart belongs to you, And nobody else Why do you keep trying... Because it's worth it in your heart, To not give up on them, Because you still want to show them, Just how much you love them....

Poetry
My Special Gift there is a gift thats on my mind i think you will find it quite interesting you cannot see it, but you can feel it yo cannot take it, but you can have it you will find it if you are nice,sweet and kind you can keep it so without any delay i will say my special gift is LOVE love makes you happy and sometimes sad love makes you cheerful and sometimes mad but most of all love will fall when u are ready

Poetry
Changes Life is so full of changes. Seems everyday it rearranges. One day ends. Then another begins. All these days. So many ways. I'm so lost and confused. Seems everyday I am abused. I'm not sure where I am. I do feel my life is in a jam. I'm told everyday what to do. Reminded everyday of what is due. The changes are deceptions. I'm told the are just my misconceptions. Always told how to act. Then condemed when I react. In this world we're set up to fail. Told from day one we will not prevail So how do I break the cycle of change. I don't, we dont it's out of range. we can only change with life. thats what eases are strife. change can be good. If change is understood. By, Aaron Lewis

Poetry
I stand naked inside this room, Transparent, see every bone inside my soul, Eyes are black as coal, my vision dimmed, Never killed a man, But I’m watching as one dies, Can you feel my heart beating, I’m crawling towards my last one, Do you even recognize me anymore, Every morning I look in the mirror, no longer do I see a man, Do you even recognize the change in my voice, I no longer want a reason to keep on going, I lost my reason when I lost you, Why do you cry, you won’t even know when I’m gone, No need to lie, this laceration has left me numb, I tried to change to be more of what you wanted, the more I changed the less you wanted, I have nothing for you now, self confidence was torn from me years ago, I am a shell of the man I suppose I was meant to be, Don’t worry I should have never ruined your life from the start, Inside I am the machinist and my crime was wasting your time

Poetry 2
through the window the sunlight feels warm on the naked skin through the door the winter cuts so cold on the wounded heart through the eyes the passion burns the soul of the lonely one through the smile the hope is born in an empty life through the body language the dream ignites in colors red and gold through a muffled sigh the emotions peak on through the night

Poetry 3
pictures scattered on the floor broken frame at your feet world is spinning round love is crashing down bloodshot eyes blinded laying in pool of tears days are cold and gray nights lonely and ashamed counting scars like blades of grass crying out for love silence leaves its mark you withdraw inside your shell embrace the demons inside your hell the comfort in the pain the obvious shame holding your breath empty as your chest can not tell up or down all your soul into the sound of a broken frame at your feet and the pictures scattered on the floor

Poetry 4
singer of songs writer of prose empty as a drum heart about to close bringer of smiles tamer of passion open as the night pardon the obsession read my dreams see my soul muse over my bed try to fill this hole shape of visions continue to reach picture perfect storm eyes mine to keep goodnight my dear farewell to you kiss frigid skin eternity in all you do

Poetry 5
wake up confused lying naked on the floor ashamed of what was said things that were done the night before listening to the rain patterns on the roof silently whispering voices lamenting this fool keeping eyes shut tight drowning guilty pleasures wanting to start this over pieces were mine and never yours cancer in my chest desert for a heart barren behind the eyes wasted from the very start nothing left to save nothing left to salvage just room of broken memories everything else thrown in the garbage

Poetry 7
Lately it feels like i'm drifting Further and further from the shore I try to fight the tide but i know its only time Until i'm further and further out of reach Can't keep from losing breath, no more chances i'll regret Further and further from my home Should I keep holding on to things i've done so wrong Deeper and deeper into sleep And I know I won't find another day to wait And I know I can't close my eyes to another taste of grace lately it seems like I'm drowning Further and further from the light I try it on my own til all the seeds are sown Further and further from the truth And the walls that I built seem to touch the sky Until you're further and further out of sight And emptiness tears apart leaving only an acoustic heart further and further out of view And I know I won't find another day to wait And I know I can't close my eyes to another taste of grace

Poetry 8
Of all the words that come to mind Let me start with I'm sorry For all the times I was cold and blind Sometimes they cut so deep I know No excuses it was always foolish pride If I could take them back I would Now from the past we can not hide to forgive and just move on Swimming in emotions countless are the memories Little sister embrace your calling London blues can't last forever The silent tears that we both shed Somehow they got us by The changing views of that great Wyoming skyline The day we left I heard it cry And the stranger we never knew, left behind As we struggled to survive All that remains from that childhood Is in photographs enshrined Swimming in emotions Everyday is Memorial Day Little sister embrace your calling London blues won't last forever

Poetry 9
In the morning Wake me slowly Take me gently With your love And when you roll me Won't you hold me Won't you warm me Like the sun Because I don't mind this loving kind Just as long as you are mine Everytime I look into your eyes There is the story of us

Poetry 10
I guess I always took the long way home and I guess I deserve to be alone But sometimes it's just easier believin lies Baby can't you see my hands are tied I don't expect the faith to last As evident as the stones that were cast Now with the cards laid on the table And the scars of a broken cradle Comes the blues of love I suppose all dreams weren't meant to be And these tears no they're not all free I used to think we had it made Just remembering the price we paid Somethings are worth more than gold The secret of love is given away not sold Now with the cards laid on the table And the scars of a broken cradle Comes the blues of love

Poetry 11
scars on your heart numb from thetoes up finding the right word to start trying to drink from a broken cup empty pages of my life wasted tears stain my eyes choices made on the blade of a knife fiction made real as your goodbyes darken the window of my soul open wounds infection set in amputated heart left only a hole walking deadman with a fool's grin accept my hand in friendship no closer tie yet to bind buried alive in this grave of sh*t to recieve this pain i do not mind

Poetry 12
when i was a hero you thought my arms were strong enough to save the world when i was a hero you saw my weakness as a part of life when i was a hero you would trust me with your heart when i was a hero you knew i would catch you if you fell when i was a hero you could live with my mistakes when i was a hero you gave me shelter for free when i was a hero you healed my wounds every day when i was a hero you kept secrets to keep me sane when i was a hero you gave me words to a thousand songs when i was a hero you prepared my funeral pyre when i was a hero you set the bed aflame when i was a hero you smiled as the smoke rose into the heavens when i was a hero you never shed a tear when i was a hero you opened my very soul with a whisper when i was a hero you kissed me with a burning kiss that still scorches my mind when i was a hero you still said goodbye

Poetry 13
my mind is tired, my thoughts bring on pain, moments serve as torment, depression hangs heavy, dragging me down, death seems so sweet, love so lonely and cold, this is winter, graceless lady, she is my only friend

Poetry 14
I opened my eyes to what i held as true And now i realize I am lost without you You were there when i fell, this graceless pretender And now all I can tell is you are my defender I stood alone to face the emptiness inside I tried to run until i cried out Through it all your love it never changed And now I fly beyond a doubt So as faith stands before me, and joy it fades from my sight I feel your love towards me, as i break through the night Somedays my heart it fails, and my soul it wears thin But when it comes down to details, it's your love that pulls me in......

Poetry 15
I remember when we were so together Nothing could ever tear us apart Then the pills became too bitter Until there was nothing left to save Now we're standing here Waiting for the tide to roll in But the story's come to an end When the pieces of your puzzle Lay scattered on the shore You're blind to the world You were there counting your scars Like the martyr you never were You wanted to be the only survivor In a war that would never cease Now you're standing here Waiting for your tide to roll in But your story's come to an end When the pieces of your puzzle Lay scattered on the shore You're blind to the world I watch in fear as innocence burns away Can't help counting the casualties A lonely canvass fades while the meanings are strained Interpretations in the last pages of a life Now I'm standing here Waiting for my tide to roll in But this story's come to an end When the pieces of my puzzle Lay scattered on the shore I'm blind to the world

Poetry 16
No obligations, illicit lover Private dancer, with a heart full of secrets Sky of diamond tears, above the desert in my soul The mind is a solitary wasteland Unsure dreamer, live in isolation The Prince of fools, carry your dreams in a matchbox Paint the canvass of your life in tie-dye indigo and gray Uphold a father's dreams, like a stone around your neck Vanquished in the shadow of his selfish love Come to me my inspiration, save me with your breatheless sighs Touch me soft as a morning breeze Fill me with your smiling eyes Kiss me like the godess you are Bring life to this desert of a soul Peaseful lady I rest in your precious embrace

Poetry 16
She's a mystery, Silver lady of my dreams, She tempts me, With whispers in my sleep, She holds me, Helplessly with her eyes, She shows me, Forever with the night, She is a shadow, Midnight angel of my mind, She leaves me, With smiles on my window pane, She makes me, A prisoner of my own desire, She brings me, Ageless beauty to fan the flames, She is my fantasy, Midnight lover of my soul, She kisses me, Wantonly, sensuously through my open window, She gives me, Sweet inspiration endless and free, She wakes me, With fevered sunrise smiling down.

Poetry 17
my world is closing in, no more heroes as i watch my best friend dying i might have lost the only true love i am to ever know its only been a few hours and I already miss you the warmth of your touch, the warmth of your smile the fire in your eyes, the fire in your kiss without you i am a book with no words a guitar with no strings a poet withno pen a broken man with no hope you are my muse my golden sunrise my only dream of a future without you tomorrow won't matter as long as you're in my arms forever is one day at a time and i want to spend it with you.

Poetry 18
I close my eyes and the moment is lost I ask you to stay, you tell me never Now the tears are falling, staining the pages of the letters i wrote for you Tomorrow, yesterday, the sorrow of another day without you I walked away in the darkness, alone in the rain last night My blood shot eyes ran dry with the morning's first light I empty my heart into an empty glass, too blind to see the end Try and leave it behind,but the memories come flooding back now and then Tears for empty tomorrows Fears of an endless sorrows Alone again without you

Poetry 19
No Man At All I guess I should’ve seen you were already gone, By the look in your eye you were miles away by dawn, Looking back now I can see I was never the one you wanted, He’s on your mind, no need to deny, this home isn’t nothing but haunted, So take my heart, It’s torn apart, I have no need now, I’m gut shot and bleeding out, I guess I’m no man at all, no man at all, no man at all All those words from your lips taste like poison now, I’m here waiting for the warm embrace of the cold hard ground, I needed the pain to make sure I’m alive, Every memory fades to black and I know I’ve arrived, So take my heart, it’s torn apart, I have no need for it, I’m feeling gut shot and bleeding out, I guess I’m no man at all, no man at all, no man at all, I wish I could’ve been what you wanted, I wish so damn much I could’ve been what you needed, Now I can see it so clear, Through this waterfall of tears, It was never you only me, Now take this heart, its torn apart

Poetry 20
the razors on your lips left no noticable marks the pain i seem to keep inside was the remainder of shrapnel embedded in my heart if i close my eyes i go back again all i see is the smokin' gun in your hand could you count on that perpetual sin to help you analize or even understand I'm sorry i couldn't help you change couldn't carry you that one last mile and now love like an open wound seeps infection into this dying soul

Poetry 21
She held his heart like a captive in the night And through all the pai it still felt right He could not leave though it crossed his mind And you might think, a case of the blind leading the blind But in the end they find a love some never know He brought his love down from the mountain so high Knew the price he'd pay to bridge the great divide To mend the tear he knew he had to try The freedom he gained, the dreams he sacrificed in the end he'd find a love some never know And as the years go by their lives intwine until the two nervous hearts Become one They bared their souls beneath South Dakota sky Gave it all never stopped to question why Roads were rough but they never lost their sight Now you might think, a case of everlasting youth In the end its true its a love some never know

Poetry 22
Torrents of raining down like hail Love and adoration cascade toward your heart Bright eyed dreamstealer taunt my soul with endless smiles Before the dawn of a new life of love Tear your golden tears away with the clouds On the winds of tomorrows fears

Poetry 23
She had the eyes time could not erase Holdig me helpless on a bed of nails Sentenced to die a glorious death Drowning in an ocean of icy flame A timeless image, sightless promises In a work of art the beauty i beheld As i stood alone, out of sight, out of reach Walking a highwire between love and lust Sharing this fasination with you my destination

Poetry 24
this was for my son when he was like 2 or 3 Rock Rock a bye baby See the man in the moon Keep thinking that maybe I'll get to sleep in til noon Got a pocket full of moonbeams I see the gleam in your eye I bet it's in your dreams I bet it's tonght that you'll fly............ like superman You say you're stopping bullets I watch you racing trains And all your iron bars Are only bars of tin All the tallest buildings are only blades of grass No mistaking birds or planes, you always make me laugh So go and fly.........like superman Iwatch your x-ray eyes turn an endless blue And I know you'd save the world if you only knew How a smile can change a day and laughter's in demand All the world's a comic book everytime you take my hand so go and fly.......like superman

Poetry For Sex
Two friends, a white guy and a black guy, both work together. The white guy came in late one morning and his black friend asks where he had been. The white guy says, "My wife gives me good sex every night and she kept me up really late last night". The black guy says "I can't get my wife to have sex with me, no matter what! How do you do it?" The white guy says, "I read her poetry every night." His black friend then asks, "What kind of poetry?" The white guy replies, "Blondie, blondie, eyes so blue, how I want to make love to you." Then the white guy tells his friend to go home and try it - it's a sure thing! The next morning the black guy was about 2 hours late. When he comes in, he has a black eye and his arm is in a sling. The white man asks, "What happened?!" The black man says, "Man, don't ever speak to me again!" The curious white man asks, "Well, what did you say to her?" The black man replies, 'Nappy head, nappy head, eyes like a frog, bend over bi

Poetry, Essays, Etc
Monday, December 11, 2006 Thoughts on True Love (from a letter to a friend) Category: Romance and Relationships Sorry to hear you are sick and feeling down.. I do apologize for not writing more often. I try to stay in touch with my friends with whom I correspond as much as time will allow. (..but enough of my lame excuses..) From what I know of you, which I confess is little, it seems that you are thoughtful, spiritual and well above average intelligence. Alas, I fear you shall find these attributes to be a double-edged sword. People such as your self generally analyze things more than others. You search for meaning where there SEEMS to be none. You see more, you hear more and you FEEL MORE than others. Such a person is something of a dichotomy. Such a person is STRONGER than most, but more susceptible to being hurt. Because you CARE more about people, it is easier for people to hurt you. Yours.. is a difficult age. At your age, one is trying to define ones.. se

Poetry Contest
I wrote a poem called(TRUE FRIEND) You can go to this web site and vote if you like it or not you may have to type the link in your search bar or go to the post and read the one there so here it iTo view this email as a web page, go here. ENTER TODAY LEARN MORE Dear Betty, Throughout the years, Poetry.com has enjoyed your artistic talent and our Managing Editor, Howard Ely, has decided that it is time you share your extraordinary gift with the world. An iPod a Day Our Editorial staff has created a unique way for you to promote your poetry and see what others have to say about it. We are proud to introduce a challenge called the Poets Choice: Rate My Poem Contest. This challenge is for you, the poet, to send your poetry around to everyone you know so they can voice their opinion about your writing. In addition, we will be holding a free daily contest and two free monthly contests for you to win great prizes. We will be giving away an Apple iPod t

Poetry
Lord He left me Oh my lord why With a broken heart When my heart was full of love That what my heart felt Til now my Lord The pain, just won't disappear My heart won't love again My heart is bleeding My heart is crying Oh my lord why My heart is dying There no more love Inside, the beat stop My heart has turn into a stone The light of my heart Can't you see my Lord The light of my heart faded away

Poetry Is Good For The Soul
Roses are red violets are korny, when I think of you Ohh baby I get horny, Eat me, Beat me, Bite me, Blow me, Suck me, Fuck me, Very Slowly, if you kiss me, don't be sassy, Use your tongue and make it nasty!

Poetry
Undesirable Binds of Intimacy You will never know what enigmas hibernate enshrined inside of me or the essence of beauty that dwells within. All you see is a voracious male toxin and gratification when you look at me. An obsession commands you and complicates your mind consuming you alive. My skin may be earmarked by your hands and lips but my roots shall lay dormant and unpolluted by you or anyone else. I may play the devouring lover and appease your hunger and lust but never- will my heart be yours to enslave. I will never lay down any stipulations or express words of love for I am lifeless and camouflaging- restricted within. You will never know more- than I choose to divulge in the hands of a lover- or a night like this.

Poetry
Why is it so cold and lonely, Why does it feel like someone is right next to me? It feels like they are breathing no whispering in my ear.They keep telling me to come near. Am I going insane? Felling someone gone is feeling nothing but an ache. Yet I love them and they are so far gone. No they are not really gone they live on in my heart And the keep whispering my name telling me to come near.

Poetry By: @my
I don't really know where this came from... Some dark corner of my mind... Therein lies a poet... This poet is not kind... This pain inside runs deep... Tucked away it is my burden to keep... If only I could forget to remember... I could shed this heavy load... I try, I fail, I weep... Can somebody break the code... The shackles of my soul fall in defeat... A new creature is born... One who is full of love and not torn... But wait do you hear that sound... In my dreams I am bound... I wake up only to realize.... I am still in disguise... Im still searching for the way.... I grow more vindictive everyday.... I cannot release the animal inside.... So I try my best to devour and hide.... I want so much to be free... I want to be whole again... A little part of me dies with each new moon... And when the full moon shows its new found glory... That is when the tale of me becomes a whole new story... A beast is released that I cannot nor wish to contain... It prowls this world full of hat

Poetry
How very simple life would be If only there were two of me A Restless Me to drift and roam A Quiet Me to stay at home. A Searching One to find his fill Of varied skies and newfound thrill While sane and homely things are done By the domestic Other One. And that's just where the trouble lies; There is a Restless Me that cries For chancy risks and changing scene, For arctic blue and tropic green, For deserts with their mystic spell, For lusty fun and raising Hell But shackled to that Restless Me My Other Self rebelliously Resists the frantic urge to move. It seeks the old familiar groove With hearth and home dear prisonment That habits make. It finds content, With candlelight and well loved books And treasured loot in dusty nooks, With puttering and garden things And dreaming while a cricket sings And all the while the Restless One Insists on more exciting fun It wants to go with every tide, No matter where… just for the ride. Like yowling cats t

Poetry
If Love If love was blindness I would never see If love was darkness I would never be free If love was heartless I would feel no pain If love was mindless There would be no shame If love was music I would always dance If love was you I would take a chance If love was poetry I would always write If love was a star I would see the light if love was blackness I would hold out my hand If love was darkness I would finally understand ~~SAMANTHA~~~

Poetry
Open My Heart Current mood: indescribable Open my heart and what will you find? Scars upon scars, some the killing kind Some are old and some are new Some still sting and some bleed through I know they are here but you might not They're deep down inside and hurt a lot I often wonder how it might feel to be free To not have these wounds reminding me The darkness the pain, gosh I'm so sick of it But then who would I be if they didn't exist? I can't get the darkness out of my sight It blinds me, it finds me, just doesn't seem right Imagine looking into a mirror without fear Imagine a day that I don't shed one tear I feel too much, perhaps this is my curse I hang on too long I don't know which is worse Open my heart and what do you see? Scars upon scars but they all define me ~~Samantha~~

Poetry........"those Seeds"
"Those Seeds" Once my grandma told me, a story about her life. How she became a woman, and how she became a wife. She said it wasn't easy, and times weren't always good. She might regret a few things, but she did the best she could. She told me that the best thing, you could give your child, was to teach them independence, so they could go the mile. Now that I'm a mother, I think about what she said. And I never will forget, those seeds planted in my head. A. Pilley © 2005 All Rights Reserved

Poetry
As those of you kind enough to view my page and read my blogs will come to learn I am a poet and i love to write poetry. I dont mean to boast but i have won many poetry contest and competed in various slam poetry competitions so i assure you there will be no Roses are Red kind of poems on my page =) thank you all for writing love always Kamble. The Sanctuary of Smiles what do i find myself doing you ask and i realize, i would have to find myself first to answer accurately. i would have to find the chunk of me that has been missing for so long that i don't know what i would do or how i would live with it if i did find it you stare blankly at me and i stare blankly back and i think i do find something lurking there behind your eyes inside your mind things i can only try or wish to understand beyond my lies and doubletalk, my passive aggression, your suggestions of similarities i share with my mother stop me dead replay in my head. no

Poetry
This Poem was written Originally for an assignment in my Creative Writing class that i took last year in high school. God i miss high school =(......but then again College is fucking awesome =P **WHY SHE HATES ME** I tried to sleep Poetry off... like a bad nights drunk. but she held... like a bladder on a long road trip. or a barrel of monkies chain which is odd, only because Poetry and I, have had "issues" since day one. It's no secret that she hates me... But she, she is my cheating spouse. and I, her ever blissful play-toy when i cant think of the right words to tell her... she beats me with thrown writers blocks, And she, she dances over my mind like a black and white dance floor. and I, unable to erase her memory like an etch-a-sketch nightmare, grab that much tighter. We do all the things a good couple should... we sit and talk over alcohol, we stand and lament over politics, we lay for days on the bed that words made, we kiss... But she,

Poetry
My Stormy Lover Fog thickens like steam rising. The city is now left unseen. I wake up in hazy shades of darkness. It's morning, yet immense gray clouds cloak the sky making it feel like nighttime. The loud crash of thunder warns me and warms me. I close my eyes and breathe in deep feeling my chest expand. So thick. So dangerous. So intoxicating. The aroma of rain, like that of my favorite fragrance, seeps into my skin. I am aware of its nearness as if it were a lover. Its slow and sensuous approach arouses me, requiring my full attention. Like hands about to discover and examine those sensitive places, lightning finds a groove and thunder chases the wind. I ache for the thunder. I lean naked and helpless against the window ledge as the storm begins to seduce me. Slightly shaking I await its next move. With legs spread I feel the rain, like fingers, on my thighs. As the next forceful scream of thunder opens the clouds, hands find my darkness, which begin to explore and probe. My

Poetry
Make love to me... Make love to me...I see it in your eyes so full of hot desire like a fire I want to drown in. Make love to me... I feel it in your touch your hands on my skin, they set me on fire. And only you can quench my desire. Make love to me your lips so filled of love they kiss the hidden places of my body till it aches, with a lust that only you can bring to me. Make love to me... my body and soul laid bare for you to mold reahing heights untold untill I explode. ~~SAMANTHA~~

Poetry
How do I describe this feeling Pure ecstasy, blissful, serene The experience of floating away Away to another plain with you Far away where we are alone Just the two of us in paradise. Giving so much, one to another Away from what keeps us apart Where we can become as one Holding on to our beautiful dream The two of us forsaking all others , together wrapped in our love Swaying with the rhythm of life Grasping what we can't have Pretending that it's ours alone No bother from outside forces. Alone, just you and I forever more But in reality, we must come back Back to our senses and realization Back to a world we wish to escape Awakened to the truth of what's right whats wrong and what is not ours. ~~SAMANTHA~~

Poetry
The lover sleeps and amid his dreams. His angel comes on sunlit beams. To waken him with kisses sweet, For her love for him is oh so deep. She wakes him with her caresses light . Upon his skin and smiles so bright. And in her eyes, he sees the love ,she feels for him beneath the stars above. He comes to her to gently place, kisses upon her neck and face. To caress her body and touch her soul. For together two become a whole. the love they make is deep and true. And in this embrace their love renews. When all is done and all's been said, upon her breast he rests his head. And hears her heart beat for him alone, A greater love he's never known. ~~Samantha~~

Poetry
The Freedom In Knowing Body restrained - eyes unable to see Fingers and mouths enveloping me Sucking and biting, the harder the better My body is hot, my darkness is wetter Before I know it someone’s deep inside I move my body and relish the ride I haven’t a clue who this lover might be Never felt so alive, never felt so damned free Somewhere in the distance I hear someone screaming This is too good to be true I just have to be dreaming Multiple manipulations tasting and touching Hands and fingers probing and clutching Skillfully somebody slips in between Raising me up as if I were a machine Hands spreading my butt cheeks apart Pushing in deep I jump with a start Too much stimulation to wait any longer The orgasmic bliss is getting much stronger Trapped in this orgy with nowhere to run I’m a blood thirsty tigress who now needs to come Lost in lust and perpetual pleasure My body is like a new found treasure Open-mindedness can take you far There’s a f

Poetry
As I sit here, Watching the world turn, Not knowing what to do; People tell me one thing, I see differently, Why do people take me as a fool? "Actions speak louder then words", As my momma always used to say; Sometimes I used to listen, But now, I listen to my heart, always..... Even to this day. Hearts do break, But they mend over time; Is falling in love, Such a crime? People are born, They laugh, grow, smile and play; I have seen a lot, Now I see things plain as day. Why do the ones we love die? I do not know sweetie, I look at it that they grow wings And fly. They are never dead; We will always keep them In our hearts and in our thoughts in our head. But we will see them agian, Merry meet, Marry part, my friend. ------------------------------------------------- I wrote this poem back on April 7th, 2006. I do hope you all who read this, like it. Rate it if you can, leave a comment on it if you can and want to. Let me know what you think about i

Poetry
Poetry I write dirty rotten poetry, poetry that can bring tears to your eyes, or bring a meaningless death to your pitiful lives, I write to severe your minds off the moralities of life, expressing nothing but power, shame and lust, and giving the innocence of greed an honorable name in the ranks, I write to dissolve typical brain matter in the present day atmosphere, pressuring and pressuring great solitude, the mind is an abyss wasteland, without the horrors which life can bring, it shrivels in great magnitude, without the pain in writing, there is no great suffering to be brought among the innocent lives that which effortless lazy, conceited bastards call home, things like death in the valley, are the least of our concerns, and beyond, the causeway, hell, and strange highways, is poetry, to softly ease our minds.

Poets Soul
Poets soul Let the words flow out of my heart. Before it rip my soul apart.. Let the pen flow with my thoughts So it will not tie my heart in knots. Let my feeling be forever on paper. For my poems are my only saivor. Let the reader understand. For with that their minds will expand. My poems are filled with my hope and pain. With a little bit of the arcane. With each line i write down. In every verb and noun. My heart is speaking out. Letting you know what its all about. Let your art say the same about you For there is a path to the true you.

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

Poetry
Because we spring from different trees does not mean we are not created equally Is the true beauty in the tree or in the vast forest in which it breathes the tree must fight to breed among the evils of the weeds I find greatness in the tree that grows against all odds it blossoms in darkness and gives birth to promising pods I was the tree who grew from weeds and wasn't meant to be ashamed I'm not in fact I am proud of my thriving family tree

Poetry That I Write.
MY DEATH It's cold, so cold Darker, it is growing darker I can hear the sharp, cold point cracking the many layers of cold, cold skin. I smell roses Aaah... the death rose It gets colder No! No! Please! Hold me one last time as my cold, cold blood spills upon the darkest floors It hurts so bad I look up and see ur empty eyes You never cared One tear u shed for me Now I lay here and welcome the once feared death!

Poetry
I WAS WALKING AROUND WITH MY HEAD HUNG LOW, I WAS WANTING TO DIE BUT LIFE WAS GOING SLOW. I WAS TRYING TO HAVE FUN WITH LOTS OF BEER AND CHEER, BUT ALL I DID WAS LOOSE ALL THAT WAS NEAR AND DEAR BUT I STILL DONT KNOW WHY I HAD TO BE HERE. WHEN I MET SOME PEOPLE-A FUNNY LITTLE BUNCH- WHO LAUGHED AND TALKED AND SAID THEY WERE ADDICTS AND DRUNKS. THEY TAUGHT ME TO WALK WITH MY HEAD HELD HIGH THEY TAUGHT ME TO THANK "GOD" WAY UP IN THE SKY BUT WHEN I ASKED THEM HOW IT ALL CAME TO BE. THEY ALL STARTED LAUGHING AND THEN SAID TO ME. "WE WERE WALKING AROUND WITH OUR HEADS HUNG LOW, WE WERE WAITING TO DIE, BUT LIFE WAS GOING SLOW. WHEN WE MET SOME PEOPLE-A FUNNY LITTLE BUNCH- WHO LAUGHED AND TALKED AND SAID THEY WERE ADDICTS AND DRUNKS.

2 Poetries
Eyes set deep in past. See the years of sorrow set deeply. Lips set apart in longing. Breath the years of sorrow set deeply. Heart set empty feeling. Beat the years of sorrow set deeply. .................................... Misting through deep soft cool grass in a wonderous path. brushing through the trees to see what is upon my path. Peeking at what i may see in astonishment of pure moment. fairies bathing in the creek giggling in upmost joy in the spring morning rays. Smiling at the purest fairies

Poetry
She loves someone but doesnt know if she trusts him. She's not even sure if she is in love. She believes if she falls in love she is doomed for heartach and failure. To open her heart will be to let someone else come in. Her wall that she built would come tumbling down.To let herself feel, would be to release her tears that she has held inside throughout the years. Then her mask that has been molded to her face would wash away. To take a chance to let herself love would be to breake the chains that have shackled her to her world of dismay. To be able to breath, she must allow herself to see and feel all the beauty that surounds her, that she has blinded herself to throughout her life. No more chains. No more blindfolds. No more walls. A heart that is allowed to feel. Only then can she begin to love and live. By Samantha Copyright 2007 All Rights reserved.

Poetry
There's a beautiful breeze this evening, As I sit in my chair to write. The warmth of your love makes me wonder Just what's wrong and what's right. And then comes that feeling of longing To touch you and hold you tight, And I wonder how ever I'll manage, To get through the long lonely night. Then I think of the things that you told me, That warmed my heart from within. I think of that beautiful picture That I see every time you walk in. Your lips at my breast I remember As I cuddle up close to your skin. This caused me less to wonder As the long cold night closes in. There's a breeze in the air this evening, Like your hair which caresses my cheek. I see your brown eyes before me, And your gaze is leaving me weak. I've felt the touch of your fingers, I've tasted your tears when you weep. I've laid on your chest and listened To your heart as it misses a beat. This evening I started to wonder Why people should cast over clouds, And object to t

Poetry
Lonely whispers in the darkness of the night.Come to bestow me theres no need for the light.Gentle caresses implore my soul, as the touch of shadows take control.Lingering fingers find their way, as my body trembles with delight from them finding their way. The warmth from a breath that hides in the dark flushes my soul with an inviting spark. A voice whispering out my name , as my body sweats and I become moist with delight. I feel the hardness as he slips himself inside. The passion and desire can no longer hide,as the sweat runs off my body I feel myself about to unfold. A warm gentle breeze gently brushes over my lips. A kiss goodnight as my mystery lover disappears into the night. ~~SAMMY~~

Poetry( Im In Silly Mode When I Wrote This One..lol)
Looking for a man who can please and make my body freeze. Smoothe just like a snake that slithers.Make my mind at ease maybe just a little tease.Im just like a tortoise comming out of my shell.Take me to an island where all one does is please, sweet taste of nectar coming out of me.Looking for a man to make me moist and wet, make me moan and scream . Want to go to the zone that only exceptional lovers know.I want a man that knows how to make my heart skip a beat, I want a real sex machine.Show me how you please , bring me to my knees, make me squrim, dont want no inch warm.I want you to explode , Let go then get ready to reload.Want and need your love from dusk to dawn, show me how you undress me with just your eyes. Make my body sigh take me to the otherside. Give me all you got to give in a world of ectasy where anything goes, there are no rules, just me and you. ~~SAMMY~~

Poetry Of Death
Ages past now and time without meaning Eternity and two thousand years have not mellowed the feeling Life’s greatest mystery carved in stone as strong Blessing bestowed upon the world before so long In all this earthly and celestial meld Cult of one thing from the beginning still held Hate’s as proud, this foul creature Plagued this Saint, the mainest feature Great as such still has come to reap Meant for peace our days to keep Forever the sight of doom, the dream of breath Truth now is – our love is Death Sleeping ground, graves’ reigning beauty Worlds extinguished – life’s ending duty Dread it was and love’s as hate Upon these days of crying fate Killer vicious, missing just Yearning though to return to the dust Jury decided guilty – comes the most cruel None as horridly evil as this last rule Quite the good received an Earth Only evolution lacked a mirth Screaming loud with all our wrath Most precious gift though is the Poetry of Death

Poetry My First Shot Here
Can the loneliness break your heart Can the fear of happiness keep you bound The insecure thoughts of a woman in pain Thoughts of rejection and measure Only thoughts of the future keeping her sane The sky is dark and no stars shine bright The night brings chill to a heart already frozen The moon is hidden by clouds so gray Could anything clear the sadness Can anything make her smile push the dear and pain away Then she feels the warmth of a breeze And the clouds move towards the sea Bringing the freshness of a new beginning Thoughts of the future and what could be He smells of a love yet felt Theres a twinkle of stars and a glint in her eye This man has the power to set her free In his life and in his heart Is where she is longing to be. by Debra Ex

Poetry
Whispering spirits.... Like the stories told from our forefathers, Like the smell of rain in the whispy summer air, These are the spirits that tell me who I am. The spirits visit my enchanted dreams at night, They paint a picture and tell of my life unfolding, They whisper to me who I am and where I come from, And they tell me to stand proud. As a young brave I sit by the fire, The spirits haunt me through the cloudy smoke, I watch it rise to touch the Great Spirit at night, Only to be lost in a neverending starry sky. I sit upon my painted horse, With furrowed brow I am ready for war, My visions from the smoke protect me, As my heart shall bargain for my life. In a land of hatred, In a land of muses and bigotry, I steady my bow and yell my final cry. Great Spirit protect all of us, And teach us how to become one instead of hate, As I raise my bow and make my final cry, Only to be hated for who I am, and watch my soul die. As I leave this world to my

Poetry
Refusing to see how complicated things really are Never simple, only in a mind clouded with childish things Too bad it never works forever In the end only causing CHOAS, LIES, and the DEMISE of what you thought you had Ever loving, but not yourself Constant search for passion, but non for life alone Only for wanting someone else Slipping back into what once was Halleusingectic dreams come and go only clouding the mind just alittle more each time Making things, seem as it once was Simplisity only in your head Truth comes with daylight Sending you on the days search not to face the truth of what you've done to your self Dreading the days when you will have to really face everything you've caused Dreaming of a place to hide and someone to take you there Frightened of what lies at the end of everything Looking back at the endless streak of destruction you've caused Only to realize you have no justifaction for what you've done Never th

Poetry For 3-15-07
For those of you that don't read Roman Numerals I make sure I put the number in just for ya!! Sonnet 19 William Shakespeare XIX. Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood; Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws, And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood; Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets, And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time, To the wide world and all her fading sweets; But I forbid thee one most heinous crime: O, carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow, Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen; Him in thy course untainted do allow For beauty's pattern to succeeding men. Yet, do thy worst, old Time: despite thy wrong, My love shall in my verse ever live young.

Poetry
he is strong like an ox his strength increable beyond any human. he is faster than sound or light he can move that quick. his eyes are Dark Red Darker tahn blood Or fire He has Razor sharp claws as hands to Ripp the body apart and take the soul. He lives in the shadows stealing the souls from all who hide lies or have thier eyes closed No one knows where he comes from or What he is but they know he will never stop

Poetry
I do not love Thee I DO not love thee!--no! I do not love thee! And yet when thou art absent I am sad; And envy even the bright blue sky above thee, Whose quiet stars may see thee and be glad. I do not love thee!--yet, I know not why, Whate'er thou dost seems still well done, to me: And often in my solitude I sigh That those I do love are not more like thee! I do not love thee!--yet, when thou art gone, I hate the sound (though those who speak be dear) Which breaks the lingering echo of the tone Thy voice of music leaves upon my ear. I do not love thee!--yet thy speaking eyes, With their deep, bright, and most expressive blue, Between me and the midnight heaven arise, Oftener than any eyes I ever knew. I know I do not love thee! yet, alas! Others will scarcely trust my candid heart; And oft I catch them smiling as they pass, Because they see me gazing where thou art. Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

Poetry
I walk along a forest trail The leaves are colored & oh so frail. The woods are still as I walk thru As if it senses what I mean to do. I reach the lake & think back in time The tiny ripples on the water shine The place where we had met & loved With just the clear night sky above. Your coal-black hair & piercing eyes Had touched my soul and hypnotized We laughed & loved & talked & cried My love for you I couldn't hide. Your gentle caress & lover's touch I never loved someone so much We need not talk or say a thing Our hearts knew the right song to sing. The moon one night was full & clear You never showed, did not appear I hoped & prayed you'd come to me To love once more and hold me I know now that you've gone away You've gone up where the angels play But I'll be with you very soon The only Witness... the shining moon.

Poetry
Once long ago in a forested place A little girl with an angelic face Lay in the grass & looked at the sky And dreamed of a love that would not pass her by. She thought the meadow was magickal earth That all of her dreams would rise & give birth So she talked to the maple & pines all around And buried her heart in this hallowed ground. She left this place when she was 11 To her it was her own private Heaven A place of peace & magickal dreams Where she could fly & touch the moon's beams. She finally grew up as girls always do But has never forgotten that color of blue The sky was clear there with big fluffy clouds Where God had listened to her thoughts out loud. So many years have passed since that time Oh how she loved the smell of the pines But no one had found her heart that she placed In the earth on that hill with her innocent grace. One day when she had about given up A man came along and dug her heart up He'd found the sacred spot on the knoll He

Poetry
He sits wondering what she's doing, Is she thinking about me? I wonder if she knows I'm thinking about her? I only wish I could find my true love. She sits wondering what he's doing, Is he thinking about me? I wonder if he knows I'm thinking about him? I only wish I could find my true love. If only they had a clue, They lived in the same state, They worked in the same city, Their offices are right next door to the other. They both want overwhelming love They love to snuggle and cuddle Maybe someone could give them a shove Nah, it would just end up muddled...

Poetry Contest
My CT Family Friend "Nadelle" has entered a Poem in a National Contest. You're allowed to cast a vote once a day. Please take a minute each day and Cast a Big 10 for her poem. I'd like you to also repost this bulletin. http://www.poetry.com/voteforme/poemvote1.asp?PID=6154772

Poetic Angel Needs Our Help!
PoeticAngel is in a contest for a free blast...Come on everyone...This is one AMAZING woman that is always willing to help anyone anyway she can...Lets show her some love...COMMENT BOMB AWAY

Poetry
where are the coins? the fountain is empty, wishes invisible, pennies razed with copper fires saturated love fingers flipping heads or tails like forget me nots cuffs raised, I wade into dreams with a pocketful of change but a hole is burnt into my idealism and my hope tears through flimsy material as i go broke with sarcastic sprays of water abrasively pelting my surrealistic skin--- now hidden under worn jeans and patched desire. ~JGW~

Poetry
Almost forgotten in a timeless sea of memories it slowly fades away on the sail of the wind. fading faster and faster falling in a deep sleep surpressed are the lies that you told like razor that are rusted and dull but cut even deeper then the shining specks in your eyes .. Restless boundries of my heart afloat on this empty drift of failed dreams you promised.. This chapter is no longer a open book for you to read you failed to suceed at your evil deeds but you sucessufully broken my heart... Just one wish would be to forget simply forget. Forget you.... ©Sky

Poetry
in death's masquerade. lord death he knows no pain. a bloody obsession. with a love he'll never gain. death dreams. his oblivion in sleep. death wakes. this loveless soul he keeps. he watches over mortal souls. he envies their love and hurt. for all eternity he will be... just a lonely spirit. he watches a mortal. with beautiful perception. and in a fortnight. gained a malaised affliction. apathetic death was now overun. by a feeling he was never to feel. death was created for balance. never to be real. and death wept. for the pain was unbound. for they could never be. in sorrow death drowned.

Poetry From A Dark Mind!
Dreamless Nights I find a time when my world begins again. I once more start to find peace. The fog has lifted clearing my mind; Leaving a brightness once forgotten! Before me, lay my dreams. Finally; the future seems to be going my way! Yet, I am here at the edge of my darkness; Mentally worn, my body without rest. Drained, I sit contemplating my existence; Worried, that all is not well. It is my soul that seems restless; My battered heart, that seem ill at ease. I struggle to find the answers; Only to be driven to more disheartening questions. Can I exist in this dream without sleeping? Is this how a dreamer is destroyed? More questions without answers In a dark room filled with people; and still ALONE!

Poetry
FANTISIES FLYING DESTINIES IGNITING DREAMS FULFILLING LIVES UNITING BODIES MOLDING STORIES UNFOLDING SPIRITS SOARING MINDS ENTWINING SEXUAL CHEMISTRY KISSES LINGERING TOUCHES FLAMING SOULS MELTING US TOGETHER JLG

Poetry By Sheila
Chosen Paths There’s a road that winds around mountains not seen by all Embankments to where you could and many did fall Misunderstood by the town folk for being quiet and withdrawn Guard dogs and spiked iron fences surround your lawn They see a glimpse of you on occasion behind the weeping willow No one knows why you sleep on a tear soaked pillow You would have died, set yourself free but a survivor lived inside So many paths filled with dry creeks and thorny vines so you hide You find some peace at night when shadows become your friend poetry and song you keep in your soul accepting it's not the end You find beauty in isolated wonders and deserted places Never having to share the pain that’s worn by many faces By Sheila

Poetry
HER HEART Her heart, tender as the violets tendrils Always seeking and never finding The strong hand yet so gentle To hold and protect it. Her eyes, wise from the years Always searching and never finding The soul in his, to captivate And dance with hers so freely. Her hands, soft as a rose petal Feeling her way yet always lost Trying to touch his heart In a way he's never felt. Her mind, sharp as a tack Always wondering and not understanding What she has to do, or where to go To find the one thinking of her. How does she captivate him? How can she get him to hold her close To never ever let go To show her true love As she wraps him in an irredescent warmth Called.....love..... Self Copyright 2007

Poetry
MY WISH As I look up at the twinkling, diamond like stars, set in a black velvet cloth we call night; I can't help but think about the dark, cold void deep within me. Sometimes, if you were to try and listen to my heart beating, you instead would hear the cold ocean waves beating the rocky shore and the frigid winds blowing inland. My wish, is to find that one special man, and to KNOW that HE is the one. That he can give me the overwhelming and overpowering love, that "I can't live without you, I'd die for you" kind of love. As our gaze intensifies, our souls dance a most erotic dance. Each time I look into his eyes, I fall in love with his soul, again and again. The void, deep within me, fills to overflowing with a sweet warmth I've never felt before. Does a man or love like this truly exist? Can anyone honestly answer this question? I can only pray that the gods will look down upon me and smile one day soon. Self copyright 2000

Poetry
FOREVER PAUSED As she daydreams Her thoughts drifting in and out Flowing like streams Making her want to shout. Once again she's alone Is it any wonder? Hurt through to the bone All she hears is the thunder. As she sits there and prays For any harm she may have caused Forever counting the days It seems her life is forever paused. Self copyright 2005

Poetry
DON'T LET GO When life is hard And times are sad Take your crystal shard And think of the happiness you once had. You will see the light You will surely know You must start the fight Now don't let go. Put a smile on your face Show the world who's boss You can win this race Let THEM bare the burden of their cross. Self copy right 2005

Poetry
PEACE OF HEART Content, such a simple word, Yet describes exactly how I feel. The happiest I've ever been, Sometimes I wonder if it's real. Perhaps it's just a dream I say, A dream I don't wish to awake from. The solitude and safety, Not often have they come. To finally be whole, It's like a work of art. He's now a part of me and I him, I finally have, Peace of Heart. self copyright 10/2006

Poetry
Soon to Write Again... Category: Writing and Poetry Soon to write again Someone told me today, That it's been such a while, Since I've posted something in here So let's do this with style. Viv has been busy, Oh busy indeed. With painting and mudding on weekends Taking care of friends needs. Soon she'll take some time, And spread cheer and joy SOON TO WRITE AGAIN To all her wonderful friends Man she can't wait, boy oh boy. So until that time comes Have patience my fine friends. For the day will come soon When Viv makes amends. self copyright 2006 How's that for spur of the moment...ROFLMAO!!!

Poetry
MY CHANCES There is someone I'm thinking of, It seems he's an eternity away. I try not to think of that taboo word called ....love, But I just can't dispatch it...today. He's such a mystery, Yet I feel like I've known him forever. Do we have a history? It just might be a new endeavor. He says he's falling, Do I have any hope of catching him? I can understand why he's stalling, I hope my chances are far more than slim. I wish I may, I wish I might, Have this wish, I wish tonight... self copyright 2006

Poetry
JUST FOR YOU I would venture near and far, Just to see you. I'd travel the moon and the stars, Just to hold you. I'd swim a river, For your bliss. Across the ocean I'd row to deliver, A most sensual kiss. My soul yearns to swim, In the warmth of your gaze. I'd crawl out on a limb, And go down in a blaze. So take me now, Into your arms. Don't ask how, Just work your charm. Make love to me tonight, Ever so slow. Want me with all your might, And never let go. self copyright 2005

Poetry
WHERE DO I GO? At the stars I gaze, The multitudes of stars stare back. It's been days, Am I under attack? You have the keys to my soul, At least that's what he claimed. I thought we had the same goal, Maybe I should be blamed. I thought we were on track, Perhaps I don't really know. Should I start to pack? Where do I go? self copyright 2005

Poetry
The darkness creeps upon you As a slow growing cancer Unseen Until too late to recover from The light slowly fading Fading away To a nevermore wasteland Of regrets and missed chances It mutes the voice of right Disguises the tones of wrong Blurs the line of reality Alluring and charming The easier path No obstacles to endure Only self indulgence Why struggle Why fight For tears For shattered dreams For tattered spirits It consumes It is in us all Age-old war Good verses evil Day verses night A balance Always teetering to fall Which side will we land on Choices Ours to make Good or bad Right or wrong The darkness entices Persuasive Aggressive in its onslaught Where do we prevail The darkness remains How do we contain it Before it consumes And overcomes us completely Buried at PhotoCasket.com

Poetry: Little More Than Friends
Sometimes I look up at the stars and wonder where you are. I wonder if you are at home wishing upon the same star. I search for a way to struggle through my hard and troubled days. But it's hard for me to concentrate when you're so far away. I wish we could have talked when I left, But my heart knew better. I knew if I stayed, I'd never leave; I'd want us to be together. I can't stay strong or keep a breath when it comes to you. I'm afraid I don't say what needs to be said 'cuz I don't know what to do. So, I have a promise to make to you and I swear it upon this day. We'll be best friends for the rest of our lives (if you think that's ok). We have a special bond together that ties us up till the end. Your heart knows as well as mine, we're a little more than friends.

Poetry: You
How my thoughts are racing soooo... I just whispered aloud - "I love you...", and have the softest feeling - for real, no teasing. You 'get' to me so damnably easy... I don't know or understand why or how - you just do. It's because... somehow... we... belong. I know... silly me. I melt at some awkward times and just shake my head at others. But I want to hold you so tight and make love to you and hold you close afterward and make love to you and just 'be' with you and love you. Woman...the thoughts that just race by physical... mental... my stomachs a big knot and I want to sing, smile... just laugh... shake it off... but can't. I want you curled with me, around me, on me. I want to be in you - a part of you... held so very tight and close... and never let go. I want to touch you, taste... explore... mentally, physically... and more - so much more. I want to play and 'be' as only we can. How my thoughts are racing soooo... suc

Poetry
The written word in song or tale, is an art in of itself. The teller tells, the singer sings and then its put upon a shelf. The poet though, makes magic of his use of verbage so that when its read, you see the word its feel, its taste, you know. I can write a tale of woe and bring a tear or two. But when I write my poetry I share much more with you. I share my passion, flame and more you feel it deep within knowing exactly what I mean you read it once again. It is a special sort of read allowing the freedom to arrange the words so they might read differently from me to you. A story is a story told the words just words, no more But poetry is emotion and fuel that rivets to your very core. I am a piece of each I write I take a chance you see that the reader understand my plight in my flowing delivery. Best Graphics Flowers Comments Images Top new Graphics Codes Click to Get Some © Copyright 2007 Amawitch-granny

Poetry
I roam the earth on the edge of twilight my dreams of you woke me this night.... Our bodies entwined in this lovers embrace my soul ablaze, I touch your face The light sent of vanilla fills the air I run my fingers through your hair Your soft lips on mine our time so divine Gentle moans escaping your lips my hand swirling up the curves of your hip..... Wakening at a start feeling the beat of your heart Reaching to the darkness, I find your not here closing my eyes, you still feel so near It all felt so real, our dance I wonder if we will ever get our chance Rising from my bed I try to clear my head............ Visions of your beauty it seems will forever be lost in my dreams

Poetry: Cry
PLEASE DO NOT COPY WITHOUT PERMISSION. MATERIAL IS COPYRIGHTED. THANK YOU. Cry We are the First People Sioux, Cheyenne, Cherokee We are the Original Mohawk, Huron, Cree We cared for the land Hunted only our need Gathered by hand For our people to feed Lived under clear sky Drank from clean water As seasons went by This land not alter Game hiding in the wood Buffalo moving on the plain Where ancestors once stood Our tears fall like rain Gone is the great tree The great herds are bone Now all that we see Paths made of false stone Cry for what has gone Cry for our children Cry as time goes along Cry for what might have been

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I'm happiest when most away I can bear my soul from its home of clay On a windy night when the moon is bright And the eye can wander thru worlds of light When I am not and none beside Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky But only spirit wandering wide Thru infinite immensity. Untitled By Emily Bronte

Poetry!!!
Slowly we travel the water, silly creatures of the deep, wandering through the underwater oasis, to the dragon’s keep. There you may find me, as I wander the sea, listening to the sounds of the waves, and how the people above behave. Can you hear my whistle blow, for it is you that I call, for who that bell doth toll, me who else. Creeping death awaits everyone, Loneliness shrouds everything, why me he asks? Because you are alone he adds! Lonely heart, Sleep well tonight, for the shadows that haunt you, Shall hide from the light. Lonely heart, throw away your fright, become demons of pleasure, Oh that would be a sight. Masterful is the season to which we belong, angels strung from high above, singing a faint lullaby, teeming with brilliance, every pore bringing it together, running through the puddles of life. another reason for life never brought to mind deemed never perfect by those who cant see Sorrowf

Poetry
When did I enter the gates of heaven and get released from the ones of hell?, I feel like I spent the last year or so trapped in a jail cell, Now I'm released thanks to your love and happiness, Thank you for taking my heart and making my life sheer bliss, Nothing could compare to the things you make me feel, I'm yours and your mine and thats our little deal, I knew the time would eventually come, When we would unite and become one, Kill all my suffering and pain, Keep trying so we can make our feelings last and never let things be the same, Same as they used to be, living in pain without one another, Just be you, my girl, my baby, and my lover, If i ever lost you I would have no one to turn to, Because no one will ever love me like you do, Lay with me under the stars, And let our love surround us and make us forget the scars, Kiss my lips so I can sleep knowing your still here, As long as your mine you wont ever cry anot

Poetry
That feeling so deep and loving, No more arguing and pushing and shoving, You love me and i'll love you, Keep in your head that we're unique and theres noone like us two, That smile so fragile and heart-warming, Like i'm in heaven with thousands of angels swarming, Noone will ever take your place or fill your spot, Your love is so rare and unlike anything that can be bought, Someone help me down from this emotional high, You fill my heart with happiness and joy you can see it in my eyes, Look me in the eye and stare into my soul, No longer heartless and cold, I would kill if it meant forever this feeling would stay, Embrace me and dont let go and take this feeling away, God must really love me to send one of his most precious angels to me, But i'm gonna try my best and let things be the way their supposed to be, And thats me next to you heart to heart, Always together united and never apart, I hope you understand wher

Poetry
Im falling into the darkness, Without any help from you or anyone else, I wonder how long i will fall until i hit the ground, I feel totally weightless and like i lost every pound, Will you catch me? please oh please, But if you catch me then you would be in the darkness as well and unable to see, Let gravity consume me and let me hit the surface, I could never deciphir a reason or just one purpose, For my living and my life wasted to this day, I just want i love you to be the three words you say, When you discover a puzzeling death hung over your head, Where did he go? and since when is he dead?, Do you know where i am? Do you hear my screams?, Do you know why? and what it means?, Just take me home to that comfort zone, Its so cold out here so dark and so alone, Let the blood flow like a drunk purging over a sink, You can look at me all you want but you wont notice not one blink, Because im alive but my heart and soul ar

Poetry
Can you feel what i feel?, Am i wrong for wishing my heart would be still?, Just please oh please leave me alone and go away, I beg of you just one time of peace for just atleast one day, Spend one day in my shoes and deal with my pain, My heart is a battlefield after the war and everybody is slain, Your killing me like a leech just sucking the life out of me, I gave you everything and it just didnt work so let me be, The words cut like a 1,000 teeth that dig into my flesh, The sweetest dessert for me right now would be a big bowl of death, So hand me a fork and let me eat, Until my strength disappears and i cant hear my heartbeat, Halloween isnt just a holiday but every time of the year, Because you shouldnt believe everything you hear, And an open mind just might be the key, Because everyone isnt what they appear to be, Hello? Is anyone listening to my words?, Or are you refusing to listen because of what you've already

Poetry
Could you understand the love that i long for, The need to be happy now and forever more, Who would've thought i would be where i am, Loving an angel and trying to keep her and doing what i can, Begging God please not to take her from me cuz she means so much, The feeling i got from seeing your smile and the shakes i get from your touch, It feels so good to know i finally found you, Its kinda weird knowin that i love you and knowin what to do, This came along so fast, And before too long a couple years will pass, I will be right beside you holding your hand, Being your fighter your lover and your man, So lets make this work and be together forever, Spending the rest of our lives hand in hand together. -Matthew T. Musselwhite

Poetry
Where does this demon inside come from?, Why do I find myself depressed God what have i done?, Can someone out there help? Does any care?, That im alone in this life and i have nothing left to spare, I need something to cure the itch or a supernatural rescue, Will anyone ever care like you, Or should i say used to because now im forgotten, Left in this grave lifeless and letting my soul become rotten, I close my eyelids and feel my eyes roll into the back of my head, Asking and wondering to myself am i alive or dead?, Im not quite sure but i know what i wish i was, The reason is not you, me, or them but just because, Do you know where i am? Or how i might feel, No you dont so just let me kill, Not you or just anyone else but me, myself, and I, All three of us just wish i would creep into a closed crypt and die, I held out my hand once before in search of help, But no one cares or knows exactly how bad the pain felt,

Poetry
Trying to rid myself of this pain is like climbing a hill, And i dont think i can reach the top and the scars will never heal, But when i see that face and that precious smile, I feel happy once again for a little while, I hope you give me your love and you take mine, We can plant it like a seed and it will bloom in time, All the past relationships have led me to nowhere, And im hoping this time it will be different and you will take me somewhere, Could you be the medicine i need to heal my scars, Could be the best thing to ever happen to me thus far, Noone knows and only time will tell, If this relationship is closer to heaven or hell, The feelings in my heart rinder me speechless and unable to speak, Could you be that pure soul and heavenly angel that i earnestly seek, I sincerely hope so thats all i can say, As i wake up to see your face tommorow and the next day, So this is my judgement as of right now, I hope we la

Poetry
Your love is like a noose, Wrapped around my neck and could kill me at anytime, So let me jump and let this love strangle my mind, Its like im living a nightmare and love is the worse enemy, The worse thing i could've ever done is let your love into me, Its like im at a funeral with a priest and my family and flower baskets, But im not there oh wait im in the casket, My body and mind is dead my soul remains alive, Longing for love but my heart has been cut as if with knives, So my soul wanders the earth looking for someone to pull the knives out, I met a girl and she was what i made my whole life about, I got burned and just added another knife to the collection, All i want is someone to show me some affection without the recollection of an imperfection, Giving your heart to someone is rolling the dice, It could give you everything you've ever wanted or ruin your life, Love is doing whatevers neccessary, Even if your shovel

Poetry
One touch of these hands will bring heart break, Broken so many hearts these frail hands shake, These hands turn pail and cold, My heart does the same i can feel it in my soul, Let me go because you dont deserve a pain like this, As i fall into a deep sea of my lonliness, My thoughts cludder my mind, And i attempt to work on my problems one at a time, My heart is so lonely and just getting cold, Growing weary and less valuable and so does my soul, Without love my soul crimples like that of a rose, With no food and no hydration and a feeling that no one knows, Let my soul turn black, Because theres no turning back, This day is the day of reckoning and the day of the silence, Are we gonna keep quiet or solve this with violence, I dont know this much is true, But for the cause of this problem all signs point to you. -Matthew T. Musselwhite

Poetry
The shell of a man left in the dark, No brain no bones and no heart, The rain from the storm will wash him away, Atleast thats what they said until this day, Oh the world is too big it will rip him apart, Thats what he was told from the very start, The world seen him and took a bite, I guess they were right, So young but so wise, People didnt care until God closed his eyes, Your all he has and all he wants but your not here, Losing you is his only fear, His heart, drained of all the blood, For you he did all he could, Bones rotted until theres nothing left, Everything he did for you, he did his best, His skin as pale as snow, He fell apart and didnt let anyone know, No one knows until now, People ponder and ask why? and how?, This is the story of the man who had nothing left to spare, You took his heart and it was him you scared, It was you he really missed, Its just a shame it had to come to this.

Poetry: Love (very Short)
My love, you mean the world to me. I think every day of seeing you, Of touching you Of feeling your lips on mine. My love, you mean the world to me. I think every day of feeling you, Of exploring you Of teasing your body till you quiver and moan. My love, you mean the world to me.

Poetry: Something You Should Know.
Something you should know Before you go to bed You're always in my heart These thought of you in my head Even if it seems There is no more you and me I know someday We will truely be I wanted you to know Even if we're apart It doesn't matter cause You're still in my heart.

Poetry: Orbit
How can I be yours alone? I’m just another star but burning less brightly than those about you Old enough to know Young enough to desire close enough to feel and yet, I’m but a mere speck in your universe; smoldering on, caught up in your stardust trail I can’t glow any brighter for my hard years have dulled me I shine on only for you Should I resign to be a planet? To slowly revolve around your being? Or just stay that star that you sometimes gaze upon never realizing what hides beneath the sparkle but I know I can brighten your days and I desperately long to capture your nights

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POETRY ARE WORDS THAT COME FROM WITHIN THEY ARE PIECES THAT ONE WRITES TO REFLECT THE EMOTIONS THAT STIR IN THEIR SOUL EMOTIONS THAT ARE EXPRESSED THROUGHT PEN TO PAPER OR ANY OTHER MEANS THEY ARE OFTEN PUT IN BOOKS OR JOURNALS STUFFED IN A DRAWER WAITING TO BE DISCOVERED SOME WORDS ARE PUT TO MUSIC AND SOME ARE READ OR RECITED SOME ARE SHARED AND THEN THERE ARE THOSE THAT ARE NEVER READ

Poetry
Alone this time around, Push me around push me up and push me down, Laying in a bed as empty as my heart, Trying to get my feelings out but I dont know where to start, No calls to see if I'm okay or even alive, I've lost everything my strength and my stride, No strength to go on living this way, Tears falling from my eyes like rain every day, If theres a cure for this disease please let me know, But until then i'll stay facedown in my pillow, What did I do to get a death penalty such as this?, Is there some road to happiness that I missed?, My lifes like a rainy day, But the rain never goes away, Filled with clouds dripping depression and blocking the sunlight, Staying awake sleepless and cold during the night, Im living a lie trying to be happy but I'm breaking on the inside, Every day only gets worse like a small piece of me dies, Could you help me get better maybe be my medecine?, Nevermind I realized being wi

Poetry
Looking out across the water it looks black at night. A thought of you enters my head and I'm looking for the light. I hear your voice on the wind telling me to be strong. But I find this hard to do when all I want is you, and you're gone. I miss you so very much, why did you leave me? I don't believe them when they say it was your time, I needed you here with me. And every now and then I could swear I feel you here. Standing by my side, wiping away my tears. But I want to be with you, be by your side. So I take one step closer and into the water I slide. I call to you as the water rises around me. I reach out to you as I take that one last deep breath and let the water pull me down. And then I wake to the sound of your voice, "I cannot let you drown." In Loving Memory of Eric Halverson RIP my dear friend, you will never be forgotten. You touched so many lives and went before your time. I love you.

Poetry
As some of you will find out the more you get to know me, I had a really big struggle with drugs for many years. I started out just experimenting, trying it for fun, and kept using. I abandoned my newborn baby girl at only two weeks old and left her with my parents. I continued to use til I found out a couple of months later I was pregnant. (yes, again) I quit using and became a mom, I had missed all the important things in her life already though. First words, smile, steps. I had my second beautiful baby girl at only 18 years of age, she lived for a month and a half. There started my downward spiral into hell itself. After ten years of killing myself and everyone around me I got sober and while in my first year of recovery I wrote this for my beautiful daughter destiny who has had a rough life. This is called the Paths of Life. As I sit here and think of all the joyous wondersI missed over the years For you honey it fills my head and heart with fears Because I wasn't t

Poetry Contest
TWO-LINE RHYME THESE ARE ENTRIES TO A WASHINGTON POST COMPETITION ASKING FOR A TWO- LINE RHYME WITH THE MOST ROMANTIC FIRST LINE, BUT THE LEAST ROMANTIC SECOND LINE: My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife: Marrying you screwed up my life. I see your face when I am dreaming. That's why I always wake up screaming. Kind, intelligent, loving and hot; This describes everything you are not. Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss, But I only slept with you because I was pissed. I thought that I could love no other -- that is until I met your brother. Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, & so are you But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty ... and so is your head. I want to feel your sweet embrace But don't take that paper bag off your face. I love your smile, your face, and your eyes -- Damn, I'm good at telling lies! My love, you take my breath away. What have you stepped in to smell this way? My fee

Poetry
IF I KNEW If I knew it would be the last time That I'd see you fall asleep, I would tuck you in more tightly and pray the Lord, your soul to keep. If I knew it would be the last time that I see you walk out the door, I would give you a hug and kiss and call you back for one more. If I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise, I would video tape each action and word, so I could play them back day after day. If I knew it would be the last time, I could spare an extra minute to stop and say "I love you," instead of assuming you would KNOW I do. If I knew it would be the last time I would be there to share your day, Well I'm sure you'll have so many more, so I can let just this one slip away. For surely there's always tomorrow to make up for an oversight, and we always get a second chance to make everything just right. There will always be another day to say "I love you," And certainly there's another chance to say

Poetry
~~ Dying Inside~~ Sometimes I feel I can't go on... I'm dying here inside. I'm drowning deeper in my sadness... And no one's here to save me. I cry myself to sleep at night... And no one even hears me. And if there was someone here... Would they even care? I don't know what is wrong with me... Why am I so hard to love? I try so hard to please my love... I lose sight of my true self. Whenever I start to think it's forever... They decide it's time to go. I give my heart, my everything... And get nothing in return. My heart has broke so many times... How can I put it back together? One night I tried to end it all... When he told me he no longer loved me. I felt like trash, swept to the side... Thrown away and forgotten. I gave up everything for him... My family, friends & education. We had been together for so long... I didn't know what to do. I ran into another's arms... Which now I know was wrong. But

Poetry Post **trigger**
This Post will contain Several poems relating to Self harm, Cutting, Suicide, and mental disorders of several types. Please be aware it may be highly triggering to those not in a healthy state of mind ~*~*~**~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~* *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A Cutters Words ** Darkness surrounds me; pain is all I feel Like I'm drowning in this air I breath is any of it real Emotions overcome me; I cut but don't feel the pain The storm of my life; my tears are the rain People all around me; hurrying to pass me by While I'm stuck in this moment slowly waiting to die The one's I love seem to always go away It's just not fair why do they leave and I stay Life's full of joy and happiness or so they say No one ever want's to talk about the corruption and the pain If the world is so perfect then why do I want to leave If everything is expected then why do I cover my arms with sleeves Does it scare you to see the marks of my fears When y

Poetic Justice
Ironically enough today I have heard from several friends that I have lost contact with in the last year. Each of them asks the usual things but also they have allowed me a little piece of knowledge that makes me feel wonderful. My ex fience who I loved very much. We had a bike shop together and well it turned out very badly. He moved down south with his ex wife and girlfriend. Well he fell on his face and moved back and I can't wait till he hears that I am still working at a bike shop. Part of me still wants to say I love him but the other 99% just wants him gone that is why I gave him my bike. But as a woman I wish I could be mean but I would just rather let him look at me knowing I am still working at a bike shop and he isn't and let him dwell on that.

Poetry I Wrote A Few Years Ago!
Just some of my poetry from over the years.....very depressing though!! Current mood: depressed My life is so crazy right now and i dont know what to do.I try to let my feelings out but its really hard to do.I scream and noone hears.Why cant they hear me scream?Help me!Help me!Save me!Why dont you care?I figured it out im not letting it out.Its all being left inside.Im screaming inside!!My heart is aching.As i gather all these racing thoughts my body starts to shake,my palms are sweaty.Whats wrong with me am i dying?I dont know do u??? Cant fight the feelings that are running through my mind.They tell me im no good,and just be through.Be through with my whole life and just make it all go away.It tells me to stab myself it wont hurt that long anyway.Take all the pills you want sleeping isnt wrong.I try to fight these feelings but there only getting strong.So really how long will it take to do what i am told?Cause right now i dont think it would matter anyways.My husband

Poetry
MY Spanish Rose Sultry summer winds brush against delicate petals.Caressing them with natures gentle kiss. My Spanish rose. So strong And yet so fragile. Delving deep into your eyes. I witness all that is. Such passion you keep hidden there. Can any man comprehend it all. How it envelops me. Surrounds me. Like a warm fire no wintery night. Will you become one with me? Our souls unite as the flames of desire burn away impurities. Can i hold you in my hands. Or will you fall apart at the slightest touch. Melt into me. Let our essences collide. Cant you see that which inside us yearns to be one. One vision. One soul. Come unto me. Let our love be the ground upon which the seeds of our destiny are planted. Let it grow strong. Reaching for the heavens. As we are lifted Mind.Body. and Soul. By Shyron Baker

Poetry
Just to inform you all I am writing personal and specific poetry for anyone interested.....they will all be unique to every individual and written with 2 hours of your request. I will need no payment, just my way of saying thanks for making me welcome GRRRRREAT! leave a comment on this BLOG if you are interested. Thanks KingDrago

Poetry
In her eyes i seen which thatmade her cry. Through a simple touch i felt the pain that drove her insane. By the sound of her voice i heard the struggle of her soul. From the way she dress and the kolor of her hair you can tell her life is unfair

Poetry
Late upon this Monday Night Out of the corner of my eye I could have sworn I spied your form Waifting across my thoughts As a ghost upon the floor. I wondered how You had arrived; I wondered if You had thought of me; And most of all, I wondered If you still want me? Till in the fullness of the late hour I rose to attend my bed Half hoping to find You there waiting for me. I shamed myself from Such trivial thoughts Unbecoming of man Totally in control Of his imagination! But then I opened the door To spy a form Wrapped in my blankets Upon my bed And your voice calling to me "Lascavyia, come to bed. I need you to hold me." Never will I doubt the Power of dreams again.

Poetry
FEELING AQUEOUS Sign of the fish Water Flowing Mutable Seeking the depths Searching for heat Flowing like quicksilver Warmth below! Bringing a glow Flooding heat throughout veins Coolness meets heat STEAM! Water seeks the heights Becomes clouds and mist Intangible Evaporation Becomes condensation Rainbow returns to earth As iridescent scales

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

Poetry
"Through the Looking Glass" I know you've seen me standing there I feel the fiery glaze you set upon my heart That warmth grows inside me still I want to reach out to you But am burned for the touch It is all through the looking glass How you see insde of me My heart cries with pain inside For it longs to be with you The lightning burns my back The thunder cracks my heart Wishing for another day To lay again with you The pain grows inside me as I gaze upon you As I peer through the looking glass For I may never be with you My heart longs for something more That this pain will someday cease For when the looking glass shall break You'll come to me once more For you shall fear your heart no more

Poetry
"His Darkness" When does hope of hap cheer my hapless chance? What tears may countervail my cares? But still the Death of thou does bewail me, Is that the solace of my life and soul? I want the life of thou's death to be no more Through the desires of my psychotic brain My lord My love My life My liking gone To whom I gave the first fruits of my love To the comfort of only his sight All sorrows thou did remove from thee Father now my joys forepast to tell But do thou revive the horrors I saw in hell? As thou seems in the darkness behold The pleasures of the darkness in the night

Poetry
"Life and Death" For my grandma who passed away in '02 Sleepless Night Lost in the Darkness It fills my heart And overwhelms my soul I feel a piercing blade upon my throat Ready to tear away my pain I start to yearn for that instant When my life begins to fade Desiring death has been my only crime There is a destiny awaiting me for all eternity In pain and suffering in the eternal flames of hell Which somehow brings a sweet relief from this cruel reality Should I continue on and take my very life with this blade? Or shall I live on another day? So many questions i've sought just for an answer to it all Wishing to bring forth an end to it all

Poetry
Love's Eulogy Time, the passing of words Whispers of silent breath Lips touch, sweet icy kisses Life, warmth, fading from flesh Senses numb, die As Death, my lover takes me She lifts me into awaiting arms Arms like dead wooden limbs Thorn bushes for hair Oh how her kisses cut me Softly she raises me into nights dark air Silent and calm the air stirs not against us Gone, I am lost in her eyes Empty, black eyes that tell a story Of the history of man and life lost I am drunk, drunk on the wine of her breath An ancient mixture of old musty frangrances Rotting wood and wilted rose petals There is sweet bliss, here In the unknown, uncaring, unconsicousness of my new world I feel myself floating now On the dark, narrow evening tide River she moans to us a joyous song Her Melancholy chorus of life drifting past The song rises strong withing me As my love lies me on the dark, black bow of her vessel Our vessel moves silently through the waters Vessel and Riv

Poetry
My love, my soul cries out for your touch Fill my lungs with your life giving breath Set my heart on fire with your souls inferno Make me feel passion, let me know your hunger Let me touch every inch of your body with my lips Pull me closer, into you, let our bodies become one Leave me drained, let me rest in your arms Let the world pass by, unnoticed, unseen Till the morning wakes us, in a blanket of warmth And I can gaze into your eyes, so mystic, so pure

Poetry
Blinding Brilliance Hot, Blistering Mind electric Earth moves beneath Wide eyed pushing, gasping for breath sweat running, body afire slow walk fast ahead pace quickens until Thralling passion arives Explosion Pleasure White washed in waves and ripples The pounding of the drum as hearts rush STOP silent breath, hot and moist now, nothing, soaked within lay in stillness Earth devourers joys remains

Poetry
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars. As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! William Shakespeare (Romeo and Juliet)

The Poetry Of Mice And Soldiers
So there I was sitting on CherryTap (one of those online communities like MySpace) and looking through the bulletins. I love looking through bulletins. It's one of those places you can find a whole lotta things like when a band is releasing something or when the next show date is going to be...that kinda thing. Still, since the inception of this war we're locked into, I still never fail to see the subject lines of "If You Support Our Troops, Repost This!" and up until now, that is precisely what I've done. I've recently quit reposting them. Before you get completely disgusted with me, just hear me out. I was out for a walk recently. Misty's been sick. I'd been sick. I've had a lot on my mind. The filming has been halted in exchange for some base R&R. I've just needed a little time to think about some things and this was one of them. Seems like everytime I'd opened one of these bulletins, it would be a picture of a battle-weary soldier, carrying a hell-load of gear, trudging

Poetry For All My Ladies....you Know Who You Are !!! ;) ;) ;)
A FATELESS DREAM HAUNTING MY DARKENED SOUL IN THESE WAKING HOURS TORTURING MY MIND WHILE I SLEEP VISIONS OF YOU KEEP ME LUSTING FOR YOUR SWEET KISS AND THE MEMORY OF YOUR EMBRACE LEAVES ME DYING TO HOLD YOU AGAIN YOU LEFT MY HEART UPON THE FLOOR;DESTROYED POUNDING YOUR NAME WITH EVERY HEART-BEAT ACHING TO TOUCH YOU ONCE MORE BUT ALAS, THIS IS MY UNDOING FOR TO HAVE YOU IS MY MOST PAINFUL WISH YET NOT EMBRACING YOU WITH MY TENDER KISS IS THE GREATEST OF SINS I WILL COMMIT RELEASE THAT WHICH IS STILL YOURS MY HEART MY SOUL MY BEING AND ALLOW ME TO LOVE YOU ONCE MORE THE WAY A GODDESS FROM THE HEAVENS SHOULD BE UNRELENTLESS AND UNHINDERED MY LOVE IS YOURS TAKE IT I BEG OF YOU AND MAKE IT YOUR OWN ONCE AGAIN

Poetry
Master the_only_mrs_free I want to be your slave, grant all your desires Your cock is what I crave, let me feel your fire You know I've been bad, wanna spank my ass? My kitty gets glad, when you use that glass MMMM sink it in slow, make it nice and wet And away we go, as hotter and hotter it gets Pull my long hair, call me your slut Make my pussy flair, when you spank my butt Put me on a chain, tie me to a peg Make me feel the pain, until I have to beg Please Master Please! As you stroke your rod Down on your knees! As you yell and nod Yes Master! As you sink in my mouth Suck a little faster and a finger travels south Nasty Little Whore!! I hear my master say Throw me down on the floor, fuck me where i lay I begin to scream, as you sink in so deep My kitty gleams, as it cums and seeps Slap you cock across my face, but tell me not to touch AS my lips you trace, I want that cock so much Please Master! Let me taste! Let me have that cum! Don't let a drop go to

Poetry
Together Forever the_only_mrs_free Sometimes I sit and wonder why You make me feel like I can fly My love for you is so very strong I've searched for your love so long Into you're life I stumbled in But still you managed to give a grin That was the beginning of our life together I knew then, it would be forever We then learned about our little addition Which required a serious decision We decided to keep that little man Which led to a wonderful plan Some day soon we would be married I walked down the isle while I carried Our life and love were proven true Together Forever, just me and you I learn more about you everyday And realize that I love you in every way

Poetry
so here i stand before your eyes ready to expose my lie i covered this faded smile long ago determined to never let it show a tinted gloss and forced laugh hides a broken girl where hurt resides behind the foundation & this blush my cheeks are stained where tears have rushed still in vain i try to mask all the pain from my past but underneath painted eyes & darkened lashes lie the scars from fatal gashes one at a time each scar is slowly healing but like a severed nerve i begin to lose feeling years of heart ache and hopes undone have left me cold, have left me numb so now i sit alone in the dark wondering who will be the next to break my heart

Poetry
A stoubborn girl through many years of pain has shielded her heart from loves stain long ago she drained her soul leaving only an empty hole where love and kindness once resided coldness and cruelty are easier she decided only leaving an icy chill and hardened rock rejection and heartache have been blocked though now and then she wonders still what its like to love and feel she looks at lovers with envious eyes always eager to give love a try sometimes inching closer everyday others waiting for a love thats miles away she longs to be as brave as them one day finding a love that will never end but going so long without an ounce of care has left her ability to love somewhere and the icy chill that plagues her heart has damaged and torn her apart now scared to let down her defenses she has unfairly robbed her senses like the taste of a lovers kisses the long embrace of the one she misses the scent that lingers when he

Poetry
i still believe those words were a mistake i wish i hadnt said anything but its a little to late because in a world like ours being that vunerable is a flaw i've been jaded by the media that portays unrealistic expectations of love im torn between the reality of lowering my standards and the fairy tale of a knight from above in a world like ours being that confused is a flaw my mind races, my heart pounds and butterflies take flight not knowing if the time is right my hopes stay high, but my expectations are low not knowing the feelings you'll show in a world like ours being that niave is a flaw regreting my show of emotion i hope that you will not be phased by this notion this conspiracy that we have all been fooled by the conspiracy of a kind of love in the media that lies in a world like ours being that stupid is a flaw

Poetry
you did what was best for you, i think you had no clue, as to how it would effect me, then again whats new i lived and breathed that life, you ripped it all away, i was the one who had the breakdown, sorry is all you can say my emotions were all over, my heart turned to dust, because of you, there is no one that i trust

Poetry
what's yours is yours, what's mine is yours too? it takes all my strength not to strangle you for six years you sucked the life out of me i forget what it's like to feel happy i wasn't the only one affected did you care they lost their mom? i took care of them you did nothing but sit on your ass all day long my hatred for you runs deep my revenge will be sweet all because you thought it would be fun to fuck with me

Poetry
hit me one more time, i already feel numb, your mouth is a sewer, i'm desperately trying to get away from, you think you are better, i see it in your eyes, everything you told me was a fucking lie i put my trust in you, gave you the benifit of the doubt, you rammed you hatred in, i'm still trying to carve it out

Poetry?
When a vision strikes me, sometime thru the day, Many words I think of are just too course to say. Beauty needs caresses, tender kisses too, These I pray you're getting, these are all your due. Somewhere in some version of the galaxy, you and I are living, creating ecstacy. But some far decision, made by one of us. Sent that version taking some not ridden bus. Now I often wonder, gazing at the night, Will a time arrive yet, when I can hold you tight. Bumpa Carl... Oh dark thirty... 5/10/2007

Poetry
our love was a secert that became full blown thrown together one rainy night your heart i called my own we'd get into dumb drunken fights you'd cry till i let you come home i bared my soul not something i usually do i let you in you were my best friend you hated drama yet it always seemed to find you you played your guitar rode around in your dumb red car i worshipped you i pushed our love away its not something i meant to do you loved me unconditionally something i never found i choose another path i faced that wrath it hurt when you were no longer around playing Pink Flloyd's wish you were here holds memories that haunt me even after a year

Poetry
huddling in the corner, i'd await the next blow, hitting me in the head or legs, so no one else would know, did you feel the power when you knocked me to the ground?, taking your frustrations out on me when no one else was around, did it hurt to see me cry?, or withdrawl into myself, start cutting my arms, because nothing else would help, happy fucking mother's day, i'm glad your six feet down, i feel the weight lifted you can no longer push me around!

Poetry
twisted soul, black heart, jaded are my thoughts, memories haunting me, not wanting to go on darkness fills my veins, what have i become?, hell bent on revenge, not caring that it's wrong i cut my wrists, i await my fate, the judgement tolls begin to toll, giving into my pain, the only thing i can control

Poetry
where have you been all my life?, i've searched for you a long time, i feel my knees buckle when i hear your voice, it plays like a song, the one i've been waiting to hear all along, love on your mind, lust on your lips, my heart pitter patters, my soul does back flips, whisper sweet nothings into my ear, wipe away my fears, hold me close, never let me go, these feelings i have no control

Poetry
you tell me you want me, ask me what i need, you smile, while i fall down and bleed, i didn't know getting stabbed in the back would hurt so much, i recoil from your evil touch, i never would have expected you, you the charmer, bedroom eyes, soft sweet lips, the feelings i got when you used your finger tips, i learned my lesson, i learned it well, all i can say is i'll see you in hell

Poetry
drink it up, it ain't gonna last long, i'm sure you've heard the same damn song, i'll never hurt you, let me show you i care, you see it in their eyes they're full of shit, stop the abuse, i'm sick of it, don't play with my emotions, then expect not to get burnt, when you hit me, it hurts, no i'm not made of glass, i knew our love wouldn't last, goodbye, past is past.......

The Poet's Heart.
No uttered words the poet speaks, No skies of golden hue, No tales of unrequited love, They were lost when I lost you. No words to caress his lover's heart, And gone the dreams he swore they'd live, But alone within the poet dwells, No uttered words... none left to give. No music swells within his soul, Just silence surrounds his heart, And the solitude engulfs his world, When the poet and love depart. And lost the beauty he once could see, And the glory he saw each day, Now the poet pens his last farewell, No more love can he convey. But what's the poet's soul to do? To release the love he feels, For he'll surely die and wither, If that love he now conceals. He must hide the hurt and heartache, Just smile to friends and say, I'm fine... love doesn't matters, And deceive them all that way. For a different face he'll show them, To barricade his pain, To hide his shattered spirit, From the love he ne'er attained. But the pain within shall kill h

The Poet's Heart
No uttered words the poet speaks, No skies of golden hue, No tales of unrequited love, They were lost when I lost you. No words to caress his lover's heart, And gone the dreams he swore they'd live, But alone within the poet dwells, No uttered words... none left to give. No music swells within his soul, Just silence surrounds his heart, And the solitude engulfs his world, When the poet and love depart. And lost the beauty he once could see, And the glory he saw each day, Now the poet pens his last farewell, No more love can he convey. But what's the poet's soul to do? To release the love he feels, For he'll surely die and wither, If that love he now conceals. He must hide the hurt and heartache, Just smile to friends and say, I'm fine... love doesn't matters, And deceive them all that way. For a different face he'll show them, To barricade his pain, To hide his shattered spirit, From the love he ne'er attained. But the pain within shall kill h

Poetry
i knew it was to good to be true when you told me i love you, i'm just the dumbass who believed you, i put up such a fight, my walls were up, you tore them down, then ripped out my heart out and threw it on the ground, laughing, you hurt me, you probably don't even care, i'm all alone just sitting here, what the fuck did i do to you?, NOTHING but want to be close to you, i would have done anything you asked, all i can say is kiss my fat ass!

Poetry
you call me babydoll,sexy,andsay i'm cute, do you tell her that too?, i'm on to your game, "oh when i'm with someone i don't mess with there emotions" LIAR your like the rest of them, consider yourself pushed away, don't tell me things you don't mean to say, "i love you", LIAR please believe me, i don't care if i'm alone, i'd rather rhat then listen to your lies on the phone, "i want you in my life" LIAR, oh now i understand why, long distance relationships don't work, 4 hours is just to far away, fuck you, "i'd do anything to be with you" LIAR

Poetry. I Am Inspiried.
Dancing against wingless dreams I teeter upon wilting seems In the hours that pass me by all the tears I dare not cry The hopes and fears inside of me all the potential I cannot see In such a creature so small as I In all I do, I live and die. Why has my life gone astray? lonely night, and cloudy day. All my hopes I cannot find and all the dreams I left behind. I have plunged into darkest depth and not a single tear is wept For my life is but a dream all my words have gone unseen.

Poetry
them them hypocrites teeth nashers ridicule me at every turn them them throat slashers denigrate me at will them them doubters dream smashers ready to count me out them in memories I bury you today, incapsulated in your body was pure evil, torment beyond belief, you ruined me for life ... I thought, you killed me inside, the nothingness, the empty void you tore in me each day, the cries, the unheard cries that echoed through my existence, the childhood lost, not lost, but torn, ripped from my fragile little soul, my tender virtue gone forever, thrown away like something worst than garbage, for garbage is something first that has meaning, in your hands I had no meaning, but... today I bury you, and with you I bury myself, and then through my own inner strength and the strength of those around me who care, I claw me way through the rocks and the dirt of torment and into the light of freedom, I emerge clean of the

Poetry
I GUESS I RIPPED YOUR FRAGILE STICKER OFF YOUR BODY JUST TO WATCH YOU BLEED TO SEE IF YOU FELT PAIN LIKE ME I NEEDED TO SEE IF YOUR BLOOD WAS CRIMSON LIKE MINE THE HOLE IN MY HEART THE STAB WOUND IN MY BACK IS BIG ENOUGH FOR YOU TO STICK YOUR HAND THREW WE SAID THE REASON WHY WE HAD TO PART THE FIRST TIME I WENT HOME AND HELD MY PILLOW AND DROWNED IN TEARS I CALLED MY ONCE UPON A TIME LOVE SLIT MY WRIST AND DIDN'T HEAR YOU SAY THAT YOU LOVED ME I KNOW IT WAS MY FAULT I KNOW IT WAS MY FAULT I HAVE SAID THAT OH SO MANY TIMES SO WHERE DOES THE FORGIVENESS BEGAN IN THE BETTERNESS END I AM COLD AND BEING LOWERED INTO THE GROUND TO MY PERMENT HIDING PLACE DID YOU FIND A TIME TO SEE THAT IT WAS NOT YOU I WAS TRYING TO HURT IT WAS REALLY MYSELF I WANTING TO WATCH MY BODY BLEED AND LOSE ALL THAT IT HOLDS DEAR I CAN’T HOLD PAINFUL MEMORIES ANYMORE MY BODY IS FRAGILE MY STICKER HAS BEEN REMOVED BY SOMEONE WHO DIDN’T LOVE ME HE USED ME AND TOURTURED MY SOUL TILL HE WAS

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

Poetry
There are secrets deep inside, that she dares not to tell. Many unseen tears she's cried, like raindrops they've fell. The little girl from the past cries, of hurt and anguish from way back then. Consealing the pain she tries, to hide it over and over again. Nobody knows but Him the pain inside, that happened so many years ago. Trying to find a way to confide, wanting to release it and let it go. No matter how hard she tries, there's no release in sight. Inside herself in pain she cries, seeing no end to the endless fight. Nobody knows but Him, 'cause she won't say, how she hurts and is full of pain. But she knows with God that someday, there will be sunny days without the rain. Yeah...Nobody knows...But Him... I've been writing poetry since my early teens as it was the only way I could reveal my feelings back then. Back then I was abused in foster care. I have a few more that I've written and you can read by visiting http://www.dreamagic.com/poe

Poetry From My Heart
Your lies haunt my nightmares. Your love I once embraced, Into my heart your lies poured. I kept you close, My dreams I shared. Imagining us together, But my heart you scorned, Using me when you could. Leaving me lonely when I needed you most. I thought to my heart you'd be true. You say even now you love me, But your words I can't trust. You betrayed my heart, You tore my soul, I was lost with you, Now I'm finding my way with out you. Still you long to be with me, But my heart I can't give you. You'd only drop it when you were through. And another break I can't handle.

Poetry
Entry for May 16, 2006 Drifting here, searching and screaming. Wandering through your plans and scheming. Time for an evaluation. Lost in thought and contemplaition. Interrupted, by your obsessive conversation. What gives you the right, to fill me with pain? My soul is crying, for a cleansing rain. Earth shattering, orgasmic strife. I'd cut it out, if you didn't hold the knife. Weaving chaos, from your velvet touch. Shattering hope, with a crimson crush. Wripping your fingers, across my breast. Kicking and stomping inside my chest. A child of corruption lay inside your vest. I'm not your redeemer! I can't save you from this rediculious fever. Your wrecked and ruined by your own confusion. You believe in this self, woven illusion! I'm ravaged by your raping conclusion. Don't put your damaged goods on me. I've suffered enough to live this free. No more, will I indulge, your devistating bate. You can fall and crawl at your own pathetic rate. I've become cold and numb with no end. All

Poetic Touch
Who got game? When does legitimacy set in that game is not a privileged asset but rather for game players? Juvenile little kids that pose to be men but actually are programmed to be heart slayers. These costumes they present are uniquely crafted and formulated from imposturous identities. Their educated and rehearsed lines transpire from recent encounters and devastating catastrophes. The insecurity and insolence that exists in the mind of a quick thinker emerges from practice and rehearsed situations. The bait is astonishingly overwhelming but presents deceiving identifications. Why play the game when you can coach voluntarily, take initiative to be distinctive. My offerings and dealings prove as sincere testimony and deliverance is instinctive. I value my word and protect my image from counterfeited impressionists. I’m honored to roam the land of manhood as a self-sufficient, honest, pro-active specialist. Game is a fictitious fairytale played by infantile individuals af

Poetry
For once and never more Loneliness is like the puzzle, of the ribbon and the rose. One comes from nowhere, just knowing where it goes. The other is creation, from the one who made the world. Whose petals are so beautiful, once they are unfurled. When they come together, no matter whats in store. The loneliness you felt, is For once and never more... Poetry by Me... Lick me and like it Poetry...

Poetry
can you take away my pain? make me feel numb so much noise in my head damn i wish i had peace why does life come with pain, deceit and lies all the broken promises why can you just take a break from life a break from breathing some part of me thinks you can find happiness in this heartbreaking world, am i wrong, or is it all a lie too

Poetry- My Savoir
darknesss fills my thoughts shadows follow my steps Hell wants my Soul black, deep abyss that is my mind A Black hole is my heart broken in two I see a light so bright someone has lifted my thoughts from the dark Making things clear someone has brought me into the sunlight making the shadows hide away Someone has saved my soul From being forever damned in the fires of Hell Someone has taken back my mind No longer is it a black abyss Someone has mended my heart No longer it beats broken and black

Poetry- My Kind
Loving Caring Kind three words of many That describe my King He treats me like a queen he treats me as if i am the only one he treats me as if i am a precious diamond I love him with all my heart I lvoe him with all my soul I love him with all that i am He is my king, true and honest He is my king, caring and kind He is my king, my one and only king

Poetry- Confused
My knees start to shake When you're in sight My mind is filled with wonder My heart with fright When will this feeling stop? When did it start? How can i listen to my mind? Without breaking my heart? I'm so confused What should I do? I can't think of anything Except you Should I ignore you Or just give it time? I can't think straight My heart controls my mind

Poetry- Saying Goodbye
Growing up togther Seeing each other grow letting each other grow Now here we are saying goodbye possible forever We'll soon turn And go our seprate ways the roads from out pst led us together and now the roads to our future are leading us apart although we say forever we never can predict what might happen We'll go off to college, get married, and have some kids we may never see each other again We will always remember the friendship we had maybe never having another one like it So i write this poem to all my bf's To assure i will never forget

Poetry- You
What's a girl to do? when she's in love into loe so bad that she would do anything for it That special someone to hold to have, to love, to be one with that one person that you would go to the moon and back for that one person that means so much to you that you can't let them go you want to be with person every mintue, or everyday of every month but you don't know what to do to prove what you feel deep down inside

Poetry- Games
Why is it? that everytime i look at you I smile I look up and see you staring at me I think to myself does he like me? or is he just playing me for a fool Playing me for a fool is what he's doing playing with my heart like a nothing little toy He doesn't care if he breaks a girl's heart For him its just a game He likes to play He leads girls on leads them on till they love then drops them with no second thought Why is it? that everytime i see him all i want is for him to hold me but i know all he'll do is play games People say get over him people tell me forget him but i can't there's just something about hhim Games are all he plays I should learn Never to fall for the Games

Poetry
Left alone I'm falling driving in the clouds inward voices calling to me they're so loud To me they're hidden lies nowhere left to turn forgotten dreams ask why my soul is left to burn Running in the story from life though it seems falling short of glory hiding from my dreams Emptiness it fills me my heart longs for you open my eyes to see the beauty you can do Making right of my wrongs in His light I shine With praise I sing him songs and drink from the cup of wine His love for me surrounds my family and my friends Life is worth the living, Just because He lives!

Poetry 1
Sólo tú le das brillo y Amor a mi Corazón. Sólo tú me miras con tanta pureza y belleza interior. Sólo tú llenas de Alegría a mi Alma. Sólo tú conoces mis secretos, deseos y anhelos. Sólo tú me transmites calor con tus manos. Sólo tú me das fuerzas para seguir viviendo. Sólo tú me hablas con tanta dulzura. Sólo tú me escuchas con tanta paciencia. Sólo tú me acaricias con tanta delicadeza. Sólo tú me besas con tanta ternura. Sólo tú me comprendes con tanta sutileza. Sólo tú haces que me sienta el Ser más Feliz del Universo. Sólo tú me das tanta seguridad en mí misma. Sólo tú me calmas y tranquilizas cuando estoy mal. Sólo tú eres el que puede entrar en mi Corazón y en mi Ser. Sólo tú me abrigas cuando tengo frío. Sólo tú eres y serás el Dueño de mi Corazón. Sólo tú eres mi Sueño hecho realidad. Sólo tú eres y serás el que me ama y me amará siempre. Sólo tú eres al que amo y amaré eternamente!

Poetry 2
No me preguntes si te amo, porque esa pregunta me ofende, si pudiera colocar moneda sobre moneda para hacer una torre de todo lo que siento, créeme llegaría hasta el cielo. Te amo mujer, amo tu historia, amo tu vida, y amo tu paz, inclusive me gusta verte estornudar, tu manía de tocarte el cabello, tu nerviosismo cuando beso tu cuello. A pesar de que estés lejos, lo que siento aquí dentro crece y crece, que a veces me asusta el pensar donde voy a poner tanto amor, cuando ya no me quepa en el pecho. No importa que te mudes a otra galaxia, tu siempre estas aquí, y sobra decir que yo vivo en un mundo dentro de ti. Porque por más lejos que estés, por más preguntas que hagas, no importa el lugar donde estés, donde tu vives es aquí... en mi corazón

Poetry 3
¡O llama de amor viva que tiernamente hieres de mi alma en el más profundo centro! Pues ya no eres esquiva acaba ya si quieres, ¡rompe la tela de este dulce encuentro! ¡O cauterio süave! ¡O regalada llaga! ¡O mano blanda! ¡O toque delicado que a vida eterna sabe y toda deuda paga! Matando, muerte en vida has trocado. ¡O lámparas de fuego en cuyos resplandores las profundas cavernas del sentido, que estaba oscuro y ciego, con estraños primores color y luz dan junto a su querido! ¡Cuán manso y amoroso recuerdas en mi seno donde secretamente solo moras, y en tu aspirar sabroso de bien y gloria lleno, cuán delicadamente me enamoras

Poetry
If tomorrow starts without me, And I'm not there to see, If the sun should rise and find your eyes All filled with tears for me; I wish so much you wouldn't cry The way you did today, While thinking of the many things, We didn't get to say. I! know how much you love me, As much as I love you, And each time that you think of me, But when tomorrow starts without me, Please try to understand, That an angel came and called my name, And took me by the hand, And said my place was ready, In heaven far above, And that I'd have to leave behind, All those I dearly love. But as I turned to walk away, A tear fell from my eye, For all my life, I'd always thought, I didn't want to die. I had so much to live for, So much left yet to do, It seemed almost impossible, That I was leaving you. The good ones and the bad, I thought of all that we shared, And all the fun we had. If I could relive yesterday, Just even for a while, I'd say g

Poetry
I dream of a perfect life. Simple not complicated. Enough to please me, but keep me alive. Happy to smile with no disappointments. I watch the horizon about; no words of doubt. Looking forward in anticipation. But backwards at satisfaction of the conclusion of each day. Heeding the prompts of my inner voice; and what I hear is comforting, full of reassurance. Sweet feelings of contentment. But the human soul dies, To be forgotten soon. Turning into unfamiliar faces; A blank drawn in a space, A hole left in the wake alone. Of a perfect life I dreamt, which closes cold over, and UNKNOWN.

Poetry
Twisted minds in an endless world of pain. A place where beautiful things vanish before the naked eye. Darkness rages and takes over the world of existence. I was once a magickal fairy beautiful and adored by all. Glitter magick and charmed by everyone. But my wings have long been torn. My magick long faded away centuries ago. My soul ripped and taken from my fragile body. My heart of warmth long ago shattered like a million pieces of a mirror. Voices all around keep chanting and telling me to believe. Believe in what I shout and scream aloud? Existence above all abyss in the world of belief. I meditate and wink a smile at all who do believe. And I start to slowly chant a simple....fairy tale. To read.....all you have to do is believe within yourself.

Poetic Ramblings
I wanna live, I wanna die I feel so conflicted with love, I wanna fly I fly so high, I crash and die Cannot die, gotta live Live enough, for God to forgive Try so hard so my children to believe, Its alright for their Father to love and live Live himself to forgive, he wants to live, they want him to live...to love him, to love them, to live with them.... They say,"Daddy, don't cry, don't die" ....I wanna live.

Poetry
Before i had you i was so alone the world was so cold my heart was a stone i didnt think true love could exist ignorance is bliss how could u knock all my walls away with just one kiss? before u i didnt know if i was strong i never thought that i would belong but fuck it all! if loving u is right i dont ever want to be wrong. without you i am incomplete its amazing how you can make my heart skip a beat every time our eyes meet let me say this once if its not clear "I LOVE YOU BABY!" there are no if, and buts or maybe

Poetry, Flows From The Soul, And Drips From My Lips Like Honey
Wicked Who would have known flirting could lead to such dangerous liaisons? I would have known, had I been there, or had you told me... I would have whispered Beware... For I know how the mind of a woman works I know the spell she casts And if you're sitting unaware a dangerous web she will spin You begin wondering, Questioning, Is this how I feel? Yes, she whispers in your ear You feel the barriers start to fall She sees it Yes, she is aware She's almost got you where she wants you She's going to have her way So forget the consequences you may later have to pay Live life for the moment a day is just a day 1999

Poetry
Dancing in the Rain You and me how could I have known that when I walked into that door we would fall into this zone Im sittin here on this roller coaster ride wonderin what happens next or if there is a drop waiting for the surprise how is it that when I least expect it you fall into my life i never expected any of it that I would take such a dive im dancing with you in the rain wondering if we are really sane and Im asking myself is this true what did I do in my life that was so right to end up here with you most of the time I find myself lost in thought thinking of your face and all the happiness youve brought thinking of saying goodbye to you one of these days im not afraid in your heart i belong to you its true and in my heart you belong to me you see i loved you from the start and nothing can ever tear love apart keep breathin baby because one of these days even if we aren't in eachothers arms well be starin up at the stars and know that love

Poetry
EVERYWHERE Everywhere I go I see you When that time comes I don't know what to do Everywhere I go you are with me Showing me everything I need in life to see Everywhere in place i roam That I know that you are at home Everywhere I sit I think of you I don't know but beyond the horizon is that.......... I LOVE YOU Anywhere and Everywhere

Poetry
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Poetry
Rest for Heroes A ballad for the fallen brave and their comrades in arms. By André Parker My time has come This battle done Win or lose, I shall not see My time was rich and full of colour A meal that filled, and spice of flavour No pleasures more will there be for me A soldiers life is harsh reward To ever struggle at the sword Lay me in the ground to know that rest for heroes My time has come This battle done Win or lose, I shall not know THE END Authors note: This bit I whipped out quite on the spot. I felt the need for a lay about fallen heroes to fill a spot in the story the Sphinxs Roost. This came out in a spontaneous, stream of consciousness sort of writing, with the only thing planed was the phrase no rest for the heroes. This poem was what I ended up with. Its about those who serve as a soldier, and the sacrifices that some do make. T

Poetry
Men, Dark and Dangerous By André Parker I tell the tales… Of Sphinx, Rose and Airborn wings, In darkest night, we move unseen I sing the songs … Of Arrows crossed, a scroll that rolls Much is asked, and that is our toll I speak the words… We stalk our foe and lie in wait Of which he comes at his mistake They curse aloud, they decry our name And wonder wence, our attentions came Ne'er knowing how you failed the fight (I swear the oath…) Undefeated … I am the night! Author's note: The reading there of: I imaging this as a mantra, spoken by those in the "know." Before they go about dark and dangerous work. With one speaking a verse. Until the very end. Where the line "I swear the oath…" is not actually said but understood, as all present say aloud "Undefeated … I am the night." This is for me and all my colleagues, who live, work, stalk and fight, out front, on their own in the badland

Poetry
Bad Men and Worse By André Parker There are bad men in the world Brimming vitriol, malice and hate Stomping and romping, they brag and they boast Knowing full well that they are the most They prey on the week, for proof if their might… But be wary bad man, your not alone in the night. More callus, more cruel, than your deep, darkest thought More terrible than the things you, that you thought you aught not Quiet professionals, to them your but a job A check on a list, a choir to be worked, just a task to be done. As you lie, dead and ruined, filled with hat and dismay You thoughts wonder, how, why and which way "I am I not the baddest of the bad, the a-number one?" Take no comfort it in this when the realization does come. There are bad men in the world, true. Of which you were one. But you will never be as good … as those who are worse Authors note: This little one go

Poetry, Theology, Metaphysical
Cast Out Current mood: Contemplative Category: Contemplative Religion and Philosophy Idea popped in my head, on the nature of heaven and hell. So I was moved to verse. Comments welcome on the writing, if you want to make a theologic arguement or discussion... suppose I will take those in stride. It is not really intended as theological in nature so much as of perceptual concept. Now there is a theoligicol question (best taken up with an actual theologian) what if heaven and hell ARE mere perceptions, and not divine states or settings. what if they are one in the same. Don't worry to much about it ... I didn't. Well Dear Reader, I will turn it over to you ... ************************************************ Cast Out What if, Heaven was the moments between conception and birth? That blissful ignorance that is the whom, Your self-contained reality where your every unknown need and desire is met A universe bound within the confines of a woman's girth.

Poetry
From a witches lips Ye of little faith, no tears for the Witch- I beseech thee. For this is my way, I choose my Path, and the ground reaches up to greet me. The sun beats upon me, tired and weary each step yet no tears on my face you shall see- This Witch has no reason to have wept. In my face The Witch's tell tale lines, each furrow an etch of wisdom gained Yet no knowledge will you possess If you strike and cause me pain I see those things you turn your back on Betrayed by your fallen hope You cannot bend me to your will or sentence me to beg and grope So still the fluttering of your hands, your anger at my faith I am a Witch, this much is true, It is my Path- my Fate. Pull close your heart, And finally see the emotion in my face It is not fear, nor malice there... just the serenity and grace. I found my way through love and light, I grew to be who I am It was not hate that got me here, or fear of the God of Man I