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Poetry...
The smile of iceboxes annihilates me. Such blue currents in the veins of my loved one! I hear the great heart beat purr. From lips soft and sweet, ampersands and percent signs Exit like kisses. It is Monday in a minds eye: morals Lavender and present themselves. What am I to make of these contradictions? I wear white cuffs, and I bow. Is this love then, this red material Issuing from the steele needle that flies so blindingly? It will make little dresses and coats even, It will cover a dynasty. How a body opens and shuts- A Swiss watch, jeweled in the hinges! O heart, such disorganization! The stars are flashing like terrible numerals. ABC, her eyelids say.
Poetry
Do you know who you are......because I do Someone who has integrity, intelligence and mature.......troubles and pains you have endured but yet the life and light inside you shows through........ Do you know who you are.......because I do. Compassion, acceptance, sensitive to those who are true, opinionated, respected, with love inside you valued and appreciated for all that you are.......as near perfect as the brightest shining star. Do you know who you are......can you see? If not then just ask me........a friend, your friend the best I can be, I know you as I know me both of us sharing a bond deep and true Do you know who you are? Because I do!
Poetry Contest
The finals of the National Poetry Contest last year came down to two finalists. One was a Duke University Law School graduate from an upper crust family; well-bred, well-connected, and all that goes with it. The other finalist was a redneck from Southeast Alabama A&M. The rules of the contest required each finalist to compose a four-line poem in one minute or less, and the poem had to contain the word "Timbuktu". The Duke graduate went first. About thirty seconds after the clock started he jumped up and recited the following poem: Slowly across the desert sand Trekked the dusty caravan. Men on camels, two by two Destination-Timbuktu. The audience went wild!!! How, they wondered, could the redneck top that?! The clock started again and the redneck sat in silent thought. Finally, in the last few seconds, he jumped and recited: Tim and me, a-huntin' went. Met three girls in a pop-up tent. They was three, we was two, So I bucked one and Timbuktu.
Poetry
Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility We passed the school where children played, Their lessons scarcely done; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound Since then 'tis centuries; but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity Emily Dickinson
Poetry
He wishes for the cloths of heaven Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams. -- William Butler Yeats
Poetry
GOING INSANE... Category: Writing and Poetry MY DOOR SLAMS WITH THE SANDS OF TIME AND I WOULD KILL FOR A PIECE OF MIND... I'M DOING PUSH-UPS IN A VERTICAL STANCE... WHILE STARING AT THE FLOOR WATCHING DEMONS DANCE.. MY KNUCKLES ON STEEL BARS,ALL FULL OF BLOOD SEARCHING THROUGH DARKNESS I SEE NO LOVE... NOW THE LORD IS ON MY SHOULDER AND SATAN'S ON MY LAP AND IN MY OWN MIND...I CAN HEAR THEM BOTH LAUGH. I'M GOING INSANE.
Poetry
So it ends the relationship that was meant to be,with a friend,but as I walk I am now free that god she'll let me be that's the way life is,but i'll be ok life goes on.Living life again from now on .Look at me fly through the air.Another mistake I made but I learned I was there never again will I be that dumb if it happens again forever I'll be numb.I take pain and forgive when I won't forget this hurt.I shouldn't front but this is it and no more I'll put on my shoes and hit the floor
Poetic Hearts
your beauty is music your face is a poem your eyes are heaven
Poetry
you call me babydoll,sexy,and say 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 their emotions", LIAR your like the rest of them, consider yourself pushed away,don't tell me things you wouldn't normally say. "i love you" LIAR please believe me, i don't care if i'm alone, i'd rather that then listen to your lies on the phone,"i want to be in your life" LIAR oh now i understand why, long distance relationships don't work, four hours is just to far away, fuck you, "i'd do anything to be with you" LIAR
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 could help, happy fucking mother's day, i'm glad your 6 feet down, i feel the weight has lifted, you can no longer push me around.
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 came and tore them down, then ripped out my heart 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 next to you, i would have done anything you asked, all i can say now is kiss my fucking ass
Poetry I Had To Rewrite Dammit
i became addicted, i faltered, i was weak, i gave into you, that's what you were waiting for me to do, melanchaly replaced love, adoring you turned into hate, playing with my emotions feels like being raped, i ask"why me?" you say"why not" i see red, i won't stop , until i fuck you up
Poetry My Daughter Has Writen For Me
The Wolf Within Deep in darkness I shall hide,for no one knows the spirit inside, In the shadows,twilight of night,others flee just from the sight, A lone beast with deep red eyes,they say he's human.which he denies, A dark wolf,under a blood red moon for everyone knows,he comes soon, Just standing there,under the twilight sky only fighting to live,until the day he'll die, Villages hunt him,animals love him,cuz he'll fight to the death,but his reason still dim, No one knows why this spirit is here, some say to protect those he holds near, Though the wolf is his life,he has taken beatings and strife, For the heart of a warrior, and the love of a child,his fighting wish is still quite mild, For being a lone wolf at heart,a human is the only part, The part seen only to man,because no mere mortal can, Can see his true power,standing like a tall dark tower, Once his life does end,the force of nature will bend, He'll return to the earth anew,along
Poetry
Face So why did you do it? I was nothing to you Just a means to an end Your perverted fantasy Somewhere deep in that sick mind is there a conscious? Is there remorse? Is there a thought for your victims? You stood in front of me again Twenty years were between us What did you do? Were you sorry? Did you feel at all? HOW COULD YOU STAND THERE AND SMILE WHILE I DIED crumbling inside I see your family a family you don't deserve A thousand hells are not enough for your punishment How can you see the monster in the mirror and not be afraid I wanted to ask them Your children and wife If they knew what you are DO THEY KNOW? I said all the things I wanted to say I said go to hell I said DIE die die I said all of it well, the perfect lady You never wanted me to be You tried to take from me I said it all very calmly after you were gone In my mind a thousand times I said it all But while you were there all I could do was act like I didn't know Pretend not to
Poetry
Dream Lover Barbara's Song Each night you come to me Each day you are gone No more to dream, I pray No more to want you, body and soul Your touch, each caress, is only a Dream Your love has no substance Your words are lies on faerie wings They soflty whisper Empty promises in the night With daylight you flee, like a half forgotten dream Not me, not again, no more hidden delights Finally you come in sunlit glory, I see you, I feel you We are one What, you are gone, not again, not this time So I'll chase you...in your dreams of the night. Dream Lover II To Catch A Dream I lie awake each night Staring at the stars Wondering where, in heaven you are Then I feel your breath against my cheek I know your touch I feel the need In some ways I'm glad It's only at night Other times I wish We could run through the light Someday I know We'll love forever Wild and free Together we'll be... Dream Lover III The Dream Comes True What is it? is it
Poetry
Missing You, Mother ~MK Her smile Her eyes What warm embrace I miss Shes gone So gone What can I do now So much I need My questions go ignored So many Help me Mother please. Alone awake afraid that its not allright Forgive me please forgive how can i make this right? the past the reality its never going to be the pain the anger all nothing for you to see the tears i cry for you but really for me so much I remember warm cookies on winterday mother no don't go who will love me today. 6/28/07
Poetry
The empty room The rage... is quiet, is loud, is inside us, always there, simmering, boiling beneath the surface The hate... Is an illusion, is my reality, is hidden, deep within my heart The fear... Is my companion, is a way of life, is within each of us from the beginning The greed... Is what rules us, is our greatest threat, is the hand that guides my fate The love... Is a lie, is a dream, is what everyone desires, but no one seems to find The pain... Is how I know I'm still alive, is unbearable, is the chain that keeps me locked inside... This empty room of my soul ~MK
Poetry
Regrets, filled with fire body and soul burning desire it was a dream fullfilled by fire winters moon rapid skies life on hold forever this time choices made regrets complete never to be sadness comes stalking me prey for the devil his sympathy scars and pain instead of quiet caresses memories of you tears on my cheeks time and patience forgiveness makes punishment and anger hate and greed replace all of this with love and need desire for home a martyr makes a soul afire with wanton need reckless and spurning all sense of right mysteries solved new questions arise how can I live when I lost my life the night falls down like a blanket full of dew to cover my shame my sadness too. 6/28/07 ------------------------------
Poetry
Desperate Measures ~MK Into the darkness of my soul where only demons dare to go he lies awake and waiting there telling me tales and stripping me bare his hand against my breast so light a feather there the heat and pain mixed into reality Desert skies, and wanton lust It never fails to break the just The night that comes with a sigh leaves with a gentle caress against my thigh Tonight the cries of lost and found swallowed whole by the demons bound Yes, Yes please No, No more. Grace and love are just pretty words No place for that your punishment's due Love and hate pain and pleasure Here they are the same in measure. 6/28/2007
Poetry
Drunken-Sober I'd like to see you when your sober. Instead you walk around all hung-over. Struggling, you pick your face up off the floor. I watch you staggering, stumbling out the door. You aren't the same person to me anymore. We can't go back, no not like before. Everything with you, it is a war. Act like you give a damn if I really care. A friend like me is really rare. You'll wish one day that I was there, to pick up the pieces of you laying there. Soon you will realize in the end, that I was your one true friend. But will it be when your drunk or sober? This one thing I'll always wonder.
Poetry I Wasted On My Wife...
A low sweet kiss Like petals of flowers opened in the new fallen rain your flesh was as sweet as the anticipation of this moment. the whispers of dew on the leaves of a willow tree were never sweeter to me as your gentle feminine petals. I breathe them in now, and am intoxicated. To tenderly touch you just so, easing your Beautiful feminine flower open, fingertips Quivering, gently probing the sweet hot recesses That live and pulse behind that gentle sweet covering. I wanted to place my mouth there then, and pry the lovely shroud open with my tongue. You resisted, I persisted; and moaning gently, You succumbed to the touch of fingers lips teethe and tongue. Oh how you enjoyed the waves of passion coursing through your amazing tight little body. More forcefully now, I attack the tender folds, private little hot moist places within you, until you came thunderously, endlessly. Further and further I probed with firm tongue, whipping lips and sucked your mons
Poetry
I write poetry, it is my passion.. I came up with this poem in about a ten minute period... Going Through Emotions... The envious nature of the jealous heart, Will engulf your soul and tear you apart. It ruins everything it gets its greedy hands on, It destroys your trust by building a wall of stone, Encircling your heart and letting no one in. The jealous nature of the foolish soul, Is a person, whose emotions are bitter and cold, Such a lonely person, no one can touch, They use every problem in their life as a useless crutch. Their problems are always another's fault, This excuses them to seal up tight like a vault. The foolish nature fo the kind-hearted, Leave them withered, used and discarded. No one can be trusted with their delicate emotions, They are lost in a sea of good intentions and notions. They don't see through your guise until it's too late, Leaving them wallowing in a precarious state. No one knows our hearts better than us, We either wear them
Poetry
The sound of her own voice startled her. In the room that was empty, Alone for the first time. For so long she had been intertwined, Encompassed in another, She found that she was a stranger To her own self. The echoes of her words Resonated from within, Like the soft chime of a bell. Gently stirring her consciousness To awareness Of her thoughts Her dreams Her spirit In the room that was empty, Alone for the first time, She began to speak again.
Poetry
"MUCH SWEETER THAN CANDY" HOW SWEET CAN SWEET GET WHEN THERE IS ALWAYS SWEETS FOR THE SWEET??? TEMPTATION IS THE TENDER AND VELUMPUOUSE TASTE I GET AS I LICK MY LIPS AFTER KISSING YOUR CANDIED CHEEK THE SHARP PAIN I LOVE TO GET WHEN U PUT YOUR INDEX FINGER UPON MY BOTTOM LIP AFTER BEING ON THE TIP OF YOUR TOUNGE YOUR SKIN AND VICSONIZING ANGELIC VOICE AS SOFT AS MARSHMELLOWS,IN WHICH I OFTEN FANTISIZE ABOUT MAKING SMORES WITH MY DARK CHOCOLATE AS THE CANDLE LIGHT SHINES ITS PASSION UPON YOUR CAREMELIZED SKIN LIKE THE SUN SETTING AT DAWN WHEN THE WATER REFLECTS THE LIGHT FROM THE SETTING SUN AS I ENJOY KISSING YOUR GLAZED STRAWBERRY COLORED LIPS AS SWEET AS A HONEY BUN AS FRESH AS THE DAY THEY PACKAGED IT, EXCEPT YOUR EVERLASTING FLAVOR DOES'NT HAVE AN EXPIRATION DATE "NEVER THE LESS" AS I RUN MY FINGERS THROUGH YOUR LONG SOFT CURLY HAIR AS BLUEBERRY CANDY THAT IS SOFT AS COTTON WITH THE SWEET ESSENCE OF AN ANGEL WHILE I STARE INTO YOUR EYES
Poetry
ORGASM GARUNTEE" THIS A CERTIFIED WAY TO GET YOUR MAN TO GIVE YOU THAT BIG ORGASM 1.START KISSING LIKE YOU USUALY DO 2.MEN LIKE TO BE KEPT GUESSEN,SO TEASE HIM A LIL MORE THAN USUAL 3.WEAR SOMETHING TIGHT BUT EASY TO TAKE OFF LIKE SOME NIGHT TIME CLOTHES THAT U WEAR AROUND THE GIRLS 4.LET HIM TAKE HIS TIME TO TAKE IT ALL OFF THAT WAY WHILE HE IS DOING THAT YOU GET MORE WETTNESS 5.TALK DIRTY TO HIM TO LET HIM KNOW THAT YOU REALY WANT HIM TO PUT IT DOWN LIKE HE NEVER HAS 6.THEN SLOWLY GET HIM TO TURN ON HIS BACK AND CLIMB ONTOP OF HIM 7.KEEP TALKING DIRTY AND KISSING HIM UNTIL HE GRABZ THE HELL OUT OF YOUR ASS AND SQUEEZES,THAT MEANS HE IS READY 8.BUT DONT LET HIM INSIDE YOU JUST YET,SLOWLEY GRIND ON HIS DICK UNTIL YOU ARE WET AS YOU WANNA BE 9.THEN START KISSING HIS CHEST AND STOMACHE(IF YOU ARE THE TYPE TO GIVE HIM ORAL PLEASURE THEN DO SO)BUT YOU ARE NOT THE TYPE TO THEN JUST KISS THE TIP OF HIS DICK 10.THEN U GET OFF OF HIM AND AND TELL HIM WHAT U WAN
Poetry
So here I am again. Torn, broken and destroyed. For a brief moment I found my light. I found you. And the hope you gave me. For that brief momen is unmeasurable. I had forgotten all the pain. Put away all the sorrow. And trusted your word when you said you would never hurt me. But the truth now foreshadows my hope. You are just like the rest. And you leave me now... broken, destroyed, and that much more alone. Why couldn't you just have left me alone? I really believed you would be my saving grace. A change in attitude and heart. A different view from all I've been accustomed to. But in the end you're just like all the rest... cold, complacent, and out to play the never-ending game with my heart. I'm sick of playing. I'm sick of compromising my hear. For a temporary light.
Poetry
"The American Love Dream" All the things that surround my life and all the things that keep me busy still can't keep my mind off you. There's so many painful feelings that fill my heart whenever I think about you. You promised so much. But where's your end of the bargain? Why did you waste all the time and effort into making me believe I could trust you? Making me believe you were the one for me. And making me fall for you blindly. God, I was so blind! How could I have been so fucking stupid? And that's all I can chalk this up to... is a stupid lack of good judgement.
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 "
The sound of her own voice startled her. In the room that was empty, Alone for the first time. For so long she had been intertwined, Encompassed in another, She found that she was a stranger To her own self. The echoes of her words Resonated from within, Like the soft chime of a bell. Gently stirring her consciousness To awareness Of her thoughts Her dreams Her spirit In the room that was empty, Alone for the first time, She began to speak again.
Poetry
mindless floating vivid delusions irrational thinking why even bother? i hurt the ones i love lying to them… lying to myself… denial running thick lies to cover up half-truths it’s enough to make you sick yet do you even care? all that matters is that euphoric sensation one that comes from you hearing your voice… being in your arms… a sense of security i get nowhere else it lasts but a mere moment yet feels like an eternity an eternity when nothing else matters escaping reality… but only for a time then the moment ends… the pain returns… withdrawal begins… jitteriness sets in… and all i can do is crave… want… need… you…
Poetry
She wears a power blue gown Behind her eyes A veil of lies Tainted by contact lens And years of being use, A midnight lady arriving home Before down, Vampires leaving their mark On her neck from seeking To steal her soul, She cries to me over drinks Her long hair dripping into Her vodka along with her tears, Telling me of the last man Who drove a stake into her heart of the bleeding she does inside of the lonely nights she spend living with the living dead, fearful she will lead an eternal life
Poetry Not Completed
Within us comes a deep emotion to love,as I pull you close to me and this eagerness to hold your willing body grows as our heart's beat rapidly. I speak softly as I whisper in your ear as though I'm with you now, to feel the lovelyness of you greatly intensify this moment of seduction. Our clothes fall in a path trailing from behind to find us the close's place, for our two half naked body's to lye you pull me down are at rest
A Poet's Dream
I stand alone, on my own two feet; It feels like I've been here forever, Alone. I want to tackle the world; Face my Fears head on, becoming stronger with each passing day. I don't want to feel my future slipping away any longer, but rather long for the anticipation of the things yet to come. I want to feel loved again; I need to fall honestly and openly. I dream not of material things, not of money or what it may bring; Not of fame nor recognition, for what I dream is so much more. It is: The kiss of Love's lips, the touch of Love's hands; The sway of Love's hips, the moments at hand; And so much more than this, of course, like the presence of that one. The welcome romance, the laughter and fun; Even the tiney tear upon my face, not of sadness, but more of grace; I yearn for that tear of happiness, brought on by three words; A sound when spoken, like the song from a bird; Like peeling bells when they are rung. These words that roll off Love's tongue; Leaving this poet paralyzed,
Poetry
sacrifice Gone today another way to cut me with your subtle knife burned away scarred to stay You left me as your sacrifice desperately hot need to breathe i can still taste you on my skin bleeding memories screaming in pain you never truly leave me alone rough hands hard body i want you more and more promises kept oaths taken you never lied to me truth hurts eyes cry doesn\'t take away the shame Peopaka 0710\07
Poetry
i'm walking a tightrope and my mind is drunk clouded with thoughts of past, present, and future my body sways back and forth between bad and worse have to stay steady have to keep my balance no focus, no drive, the rope goes on forever no end in sight no safety harness no prize waiting on the platform no net below to catch me if i lose control i use the angel and devil on my shoulders to balance me but they're too busy fighting i cant make both of them happy i cant make anyone happy some want to see me fall and some want to see me make it but everyone wants to watch me struggle like a baby taking its first steps everyone watches the humility of me balancing on this thin line some say run faster some say slow down, one step at a time but no one really knows no one ever really tries to make it all the way the end is usually too far and its easier to give up and just fall but with no net, and no safety ha
Poetry 2
The disturbed ground of these unmarked graves, Where we buried the feelings that only love could save. My eyes burn from razor filled tears, Flooded with thoughts of wasted days,months, and years. So full of rage and lost ambition fills my head, Can we go back to the time when I wished you were dead. No sleeves can cover these scars buried deep in my skin, Just light up another cigarette, have another sip of gin. Loneliness calls to a heart that still bleeds, When this trail of crimson red ends will you even remember me? So bend your arms to look like wings and carry me away with you, Lying face down in the wreckage of broken promises and shattered dreams, Isn't exactly my idea of a dream come true. Cause day has turned to night, and red has faded to the deepest of black, And nothing but a puddle of tears marks the place and time Of smiles and laughter to which we can never go back.
Poetry
Being In Love The feeling can be so revealing The touch can seem so much but to you not enough The look in your eyes is so mezmorized your skin glows as the fresh wind blows It can get you day dreaming an not even knowin the meaning Thinkin about them delicious kisses because thats what she misses hearing her sweet voice makes me moist love works in mysterious ways its like a mystical maze The desire is so great hope to find my mate The first date could be fate How can you tell i'll just let it dwell for thats being inlove
Poetry
Dieing In My Sorrows Sorrow is what i feel but its one thing i cannot heal They all shall be crying as they see me dieing For destiny is the question so i ask myself why am i so shy I can't cope with the dispair so why do so many people act like they care My true self is drifting slowly as my finger tips are going numb My blood flow is going real slow as my heart beat is going undertoe So this is how it is and this is where i lie so leave me be and don't say goodbye just leave me here to die in my sorrows
Poetry
Im Sorry Im sorry I made you mad when u were already sad Im sorry I made u upset before sunset Im sorry I cried when i should of stayed by your side Im sorry I let u down when i should've stuck around Im sorry I thought maybe but now i just wish i could still call u baby Im sorry I spent the money for our trip to sammone but i thought instead i would buy your gravity colonge Im sorry I say sorry so much so please don't let that be the last touch
Poetry
Missing You The way you smile puts me in denile picturing your face makes my heart race catching your smell puts me through hell Remembering our memory's together either lookin at a picture or somthin you gave me from old navy you left with a blink of an eye for that made me cry thinkin about your fears as im whipping my tears as the bright sun is glissing baby your the one im missing
Poetry
Take It Or Leave It A fancy or a feeling, an illusion so appealing Afulfilling desire, that puts your world on fire God's lovely creation, or from troubles our deviation Your world's shine, or amere name for acceptance of time Soothes pain in the three magic words, or all it brings is pain and hurt In one way lifts you off the ground, in another responsibilities to you it bounds If in troubles helps you along, then why in eyes of others is it so wrong If you say love lasts forever, then why the separtion when two were together About love, we all have doubts, yet its something we can't live without Answers to these no one knows, take it or leave it, it slowly grows.
Poetry
Remember I never knew That life could be like this so simple and easy until I met you Now I see what its all about the heated looks there is no doubt that I want you Then I saw It's not the same the look you give its not for me It's another in your eyes I never knew that life could be so incomplete so empty until I met you Now I see what it could have been in another dream Nights and days without end with you Then I knew I'd never be the same, laughing and free and all because I can't have you You taught me to love You taught me to hate a desire so pure its blinding as mine for you You mastered my heart My soul is your toy My body cries out for your touch I know that I will never be free to forget and I should regret And you have already gone For always alone I will be No lover to ease my soul All because of those little reminders The pain and the pleasure Together they burn me I cry out for you in the night As
Poetry
Big Blue waves that crash over seamless shores moving the world on its side constantly yearning for more space to take she reaches always for more look deep in her heart to seek what truth could be make love to the sea she motions you close then drags you below to keep you eternally youre never alone her lovers are there mocking you in delight caution from the old men brings no relief the young rush blindly ahead never to see the rocks wait ahead to bring them to her in tow she's greedy in time shaping the earth testing her strength for the day she'll rise up to eat and not know defeat as we have no way to control 07/11/07
Poetry
Devil's desire constantly yearning to feel your touch buring with my own need a heavy touch against my back sets me on edge for days you mark my soul and my body with a roughness thats not unkind Im wet with desire only for you no other could satisfy im out of control losing my mind at the master's heat on my skin a gentle caress and a lovers embrace as you turn me into a slave never before have i felt this complete as find myself on the floor when I'm on my knees im more than alive soaring through the skies your devils smile and liquid eyes burn through me in only a moment can i believe that this could be nothing would please me more i know its not real only a dream soon to awake and be gone only a moment thats all I'm allowed to feel the most delicious of sins these memories must last a lifetime or more since I'll never be here again holding them down wishing for more knowing they won't keep me warm the pain wi
Poetry
forgive me father i know ive sinned my punishment is here today love me father i know you can a heart is big enough, its true hate me father i know you do for being who i am hurt me father you always will because you always can be my father you never were just there when guilt came due respect me father its impossible to since im nothing at all like you give to me father its so hard to do since im just exactly like you 07/11/07
Poetry
Tomorrow's Coming Demons await tempting flesh with desire untold some they devour hearts and souls that never can grow old branded with flame burning with need it carries me away devils thoughts wicked dreams they visit me constantly sleep runs away from fear and pain chasing me into the fire it feels like heaven this time in hell waiting for never to come i wait for tomorrow despising that day knowing its coming anyway What will I do When it comes When my world ends in a moment of time Will I live on yearning and dying Never fully satisfied again Can i be that strong To survive yet again another dose of reality How will it go Cold in the night no one to hold me again Cold fingers of fear race down my spine knowing i have no hope desperately seeking another moment just to know my own soul emptiness filled the moment i knew yet now it returns to bite painful honesty expected in all no lies have ever been told
Poetry
breathe i melt like ice its a hot summer day my mind is wandering my heart is dying more and more this way blackness descending don't know the ending coming soon to say Yesterday's memory today's regret words spoken, i wish i could unspeak power unending given freely nothing left but me pain is solace i know im alive only when it hurts to be coming into tomorrow restlessly waiting for permission to breathe 7/10/07
Poetry
Lost So many things you do to me I lose myself in you The pleasure exquisite the pain excites You've won me yes it's true I gave you the power to send me to hell And found heaven in your arms I'll never recover when it's over I'll be nothing once again I've lost my soul It's in your hands To do with as you will In only a moment You touched me Where no one else could go You torment me Constantly making me want What I know I'll never have You say that you own me Will you leave me broken when you are finished in time 07/10/07
Poet Laurate Infinty By Canibus
Poetry
Not too sure what I was really thinking, I had just finished listening to a jazz song so perhaps my inspiration has come forth. anyways enjoy mates. Oh Cindy! I wish you'd send me a letter from Lindy when he flew across the atlantic all these years ago a soulful look from countries in-between cultures wars between families between lovers passion dying out, lust fading away lets hop a plane and head on out meet one another at lake in the sky Tallassee Tennessee Oh Cindy can it be true? have you left me my dear for paris, moulin, london too Send me a kiss one more time let it be known that you were my lover a lost love lost forever don't be my lost diamond I said you were the diamond in my eyes when I gave you the ring Fuck it now its a fueding lifestyle we were never meant to be oh Cindy, how could you do this to me.
Poetry
Love what can i say but it pierces your heart and and soul. Leaving you empty and dark with no place to go. It can be thick but also thin. What i wouldn't do to feel that again. What have i done for it to leave me so blind. Why does it rush ahead leaving me behind. You would figure i would have no harm. Finding love but doesn't alarm. It is rough to love when it hurts the most. It seems like i walk through life as if i was a ghost. This is me left on the lonely road of faith that i walk. The world is cold and empty and love that we stalk. Could be too good to be true. But when you find the real thing what do we do. We embrace it with everything that we got. Our hearts give in at the feeling on the spot. Like i said why is love so blind. Makes it hard on all of us makes it hard to find. Why does it always like to stay hidden. It's like the fruit of eden always forbidden. But those of you that have found your true love you have my repsect. Makes me want another path
Poetry
For a moment in time I would give the world and more To be you For a second of your day To feel the beat of your heart I would die How many times can a heart be broken When does it end Will it mend How often are you thankful for what you have Once or never Are you happy To know that she loves you always To be certain of his adoration Do you ever wonder To know that you are worth all that you are Not alone, Not afraid Is it splendid Why do you take it for granted The great wealth that you throw away Give it to me I would give all I have just to be you For a moment Or a day
Poetry
The Love Of ONE I wish that I had known you, had known a mothers love I wish that we could have been friends like others and their kin When I remember how it could have been It makes me sad to say To know you had a chance to be what I'll never be today Chances are I'll do the same so scared to prove it true I'll just be alone you see that way I know I'm not you. If only I could see in time I'd look ahead to find what lies ahead for all of us I'd not make mistakes you see or pretend it wasn't true Ask me to forgive you please I'll do it you know it's due Just ask and you will see You never have you know never once in all these years have you said "I regret my choice" Who will comfort you in age not me, or them, we are free We have lived and loved without you all this time since then Each of us has learned to live without that saving grace In all these ways we are the same Just you in another face.
Poetry
It is within deep, deep down inside it comes out only to feed It feeds on my mind day after day and it burns me with need The creature is sly hiding in my soul to wait and speak to me The devil is there night after night making me want without care Each promise I make to clean it out The daemons come out to taunt me I think, if only but still I can't resist The end of my need for a time It says "just one more" "youv'e said no before" my life always filled with regrets Someday I'll win I have only to begin by saying one simple word To admit the truth is hardest it seems when it's you that you're talking to Look in the mirror the lines there aren't new I'd like to begin today Just saying no I think I would know Is the hardest decision to make
Poetry Divine...
all these words and thoughts swirl in my mind consuming every part of me. it's you im always thinking about. about how much you fucking confuse me, send me mixed messages that torment my decaying brain. the worst part of it is you know exactly what your doing. you've told me it's my body and to do what i have to do. then when ive taken the blade and sliced through my flesh, you get pissy and scrutenize. MAKE UP YOUR FUCKING MIND! i cant take the constant mind games. your feeding off my weakness, its not fair. if you continue to feed off me, soon there will be nothing left of me. i break down and cry so often. i know i am weak. i know i let everyone down. but you dont fucking understand! how could you? look me in the eye and tell me you understand what it is i do to myself. YOU HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE! you know what the sickest part of all is? i love you for showing me my weakness...
Poetic Reason
What Magic could me thus confine Within anothers Grief to pine? Where whatsoever it complain, I feel, that cannot feel, the pain. And all my Care its self employes, That to preserve, which me destroys: Constrain'd not only to indure Diseases, but, whats worse, the Cure: And ready oft the Port to gain, Am Shipwrackt into Health again.
Poetry
Though my feelings can be endless. Like the moment that could be by feeling your kiss. Your touch against my face was a lost moment in time. Not loving you is the greatest crime. What can i say but i've failed. Instead of loving you i've pushed you away and yelled. My heart beats to every cherished moment with you. The day you have left my heart broke in two. Now i carry this heavy burden on my chest. When can i go on when can it rest. I'm sitting here the world is cold and empty. I sit hurting and felling but yet my heart is bleeding. Everyone feels what i have written. But don't they know it doesn't concern me. What am i to do if this is the actuall me. I myself live with no fear. Yes i'm the one to put I WAS HERE. I have this raod i call life to walk. I have my ways of doing things including the way i talk. I wonder what the true purpose of being here would actually be. Doesn't matter now this is the real world the world i see. People have lost their way through
Poetry
A moment of truth In wonder I gaze into your eyes The beauty the love I saw inside To hold such a truth that you can’t hide Is the love I see way deep inside? ~**~ To be the one That is so blessed Leaves me wondering What I did to see this? The truth of one that holds my heart ~**~ There are Wonders great and small For us all to see But the greatest wonder of it all Is the beauty and love I see inside of thee ~**~ Like a river, like a clear blue night They sparkle and shine That lights your gentle loving soul That touches the every heart of mine ~**~ Where did I find a love so rare? For it was in your eyes That I first saw it there That love that I hold That moment of truth is all mine. ~**~
Poetry
Crazy Love Love is crazy, fast swift and sweet. You’ll never know who, when, or where you’ll meet. Crazy love can and will sweep you off your feet. You can try to deny it and fight it but, Still someone will supply it. Run! Hide! If you really dare. No matter how far or long, love will always be there. Love is crazy, love is blind But there’s always that one person that is genuine. It’s crazy yes, this love I see and I know it’s happened to me. Love is crazy, crazy is love. So tell me, you really ready to love craz
Poetry
Wakening Life had been whizzing by me. I close my eyes to keep me from crying. I’ve lived life wild and yet at bay. I helped, loved, cared for others, Yet, they were never able to fully get in. I incased and shielded my heart with cold steel. Envied, hated, and pitied the happy. I envied, because they have hope and love. I hated, simply because they know what it is to be happy. I pitied, because I know they could be taken for granted. I always felt the need to be happy yet deny it to the end. I was terrified to let anyone in. Then you came alone and asked for the key in. I don’t know why and I don’t know how but you’ve got it You hold the key now. I’m scared to death and yet willing to fall. I’ll tell you this, you’ve trumped them all! Now I’m wakening to dawn anew, I can’t wait to be in your arms and wake everyday to you. My heart and love is wakening full and true. I am finally awake and alive because of you
Poetry That Survuved To Date...
The Curse of The Blonde (TM)Original Poetry by Ivy, Laureth, Jan, whatever.... Written at 15: I wonder if this agony Will last for an eternity How can I learn to heal the pain So I may feel alive again? My ache runs deeper than my soul, The hurt that only you control, You, who caused me all my pain, Come and heal me once again. You won't be back, I know I'm right I'll never feel you hold me tight. I can tell by the look your eyes hold, Your love for me has grown stone cold. --------------------------------------- Twilight darkens my sleep I reach out to find you I find nothing instead Old dreams never die I wake with that feeling The hollow ache in my soul I long for your return Old dreams never die I put on my bright face Seeking love in many eyes They aren't enough Old dreams never die I live a shadow's life Each day runs into another Looking for my perfect lover Old dreams never die --------------------------------- To Anthony
Poetry
Oh daddy daddy all the pain that you've caused,you leave no scar nor no bruise, just a broken heart. Why can't you see all I want is your love? So don't push me away, I'm here to stay. Please don't break my heart. Oh daddy daddy my arms ache for you, so come give me a hug, wrap me in your love, all I want is to belong and all I need is to feel your love. Charlotte Ann Mcfarland Copyright ©2007 Charlotte Ann Mcfarland
Poetry
Mortis Your cold fingers missed me again I stood quite still waiting And you passed me by Taking someone far less worthy Why is it never me? Is it because I ask for too much? I've been ready And waiting on you for years. Is it because of the others? They would get over it. I'm the one who wants you Much more than they do. Yet, here again, I wait Rejected and sullenly alive While once again you take Someone else's breath. Written 3/16/07
Poetry
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!" He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought -- So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. "And, has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!' He chortled in his joy. `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome rat
Poetry For Those That Enjoy It
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments; love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no, it is an ever-fixčd mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. The Definition of Love My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis for object strange and high; It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility. Magnanimous Despair alone Could show me so divine a thing Where feeble Hope could ne'er have flown, But vainly flapp'd its tinsel wing. And yet I quickly might arrive Where my extended soul is fixt, But Fate does iron w
Poetically
WITH EVERY LETTER I SEE, MY MIND GETS A LIL’ NAUGHTY AND WHEN THOSE LETTERS COME TOGETHER TO MAKE WORDS, BELIEVE ME BOY, MY MIND STARTS GETTING HORNEY WHEN THOSE WORDS FIND COMPANIONS TO MAKE A SENTENCE, I GET A LITTLE WET AND WHEN THOSE SENTENCES COME TO LIFE AND MAKE SENSE, THAT FEELING I CAN NEVER FORGET THE STIMULATION OF YOUR BARS KEEP ME BOTHERED AND HOT WHO WOULD’VE THOUGHT, POETICALLY FUCKED DUE TO THE WRITINGS YOU DROP YOU SEE… YOUR STANZAS IS LIKE MUSIC TO MY HEART GLOW TO MY EYES, AND FUEL TO MY FIRE EVERY TIME I READ ANOTHER POEM, MY TEMPERATURE GETS HIGHER NO NEED FOR US TO TALK OR EVEN DISCUSS THIS I INVITE YOUR WORDS OVER TO MY THOUGHTS AND TOGETHER WE CAN REMINISCE ON OUR POEMS FIRST KISS I WILL CLOSE MY EYES AND LET YOUR CONCEPT SEDUCE MY IMAGINATION I WILL ALLOW YOUR MESSAGE TO RELEASE MY TEMPTATION IT EXCITES ME WHEN MY WORDS GET TO YOUR MIND AND TURNS ON YOUR HEAD CUZ WHEN WE POETICALLY FUCK, YOUR WORDS LICK THE TEARS THAT I SHED YO
Poetry
MY Eyes Have Yet To Cry. MY Heart has Yet To Feel the Pain, and when I look at you, I knew things wouldn't change. My Eyes Have Cried. My Heart has Felt the Pain, and when I knew things wouldn't change. I turned around and walked away. I left everyone, and everything behind, and even though I loved you so. I knew I had to let you go. But, that was then and this is now! Tell me who's the one frowning now?
Poetry
Within my mind, I see the river, In which we all flow together as one. I see this and so much more, But for all I see, I am blind. The river flows by, And I can only see it From the shore.
Poetry
HUSH Consumed by your very essence, Your souls fire ignites me. I feel my blood rush, When your words are in my head like a whisper…. hush…. I feel your energy around me, It surrounds my soul completely…. Embracing. Warm touch, Gives a cold shiver, My fire awakened, The predatory animal within. Your Soft skin, My senses begin to spin. I feel the demon alive within, I feel it is time for sin. Your scent fills my mind, My blood boils I am blind, With fire…desire. Hush… Your words whisper within, Calming the beast from sin. It is our time to build our fire, Not to rush, to begin. Hush…. Soon I will be within you, Hush…. You words whisper within, For now let our hearts burn, Spin. Hush……..
Poetry
Like the Rain We have been friends for many years, we had lots of happiness no tears. I grew close to you very fast, I thought o matter what our friendship would last. But you put me through pain, and my tears fell like the rain. I didnt learn the first time, but that was because i was blind. I felt sorry for my self, because of the hand i was delt. But no more tears will fall, because there is nothing left for you at all. We promised to stay friends, but that fell apart at the end. I'm still healing, but no longer dealing. I cut all strings that were attached, all feelings for you slashed. I no longer feel the pain, my tears no longer fall like the rain. I will go on with my life, because tomorrow the sun will rise. its my first blog so its alil sketchy
Poetry
I like to pretend that I write... feel free to comment and critque if you wish. love is a fickle master a demanding, torturous being it holds the heart in a grip- so tight it hurts when it beats. love is a fickle master a kind, caring being it dictates the mind- so that it creates instead of destroys. love is a fickle master a confusing, flustering being it causes conflict in the body- so that it doesn't know up from down. love is a fickle master love is simply love complicatedly tempermental- love is a fickle master. On the Verge I sit here on the verge of another heartbreak, I've been down this road before, I brace myself for another fall. Flat on my face, It's a place I'm used to being. The view sucks But it gives me time to think, about my mistakes. But Here I am again Sitting on my ledge dare I go down again? hoping for a different outcome? My heart is put on the line, time after time after time, And here I sit on the ve
Poetry Part Two
This first one was written with a friend of mine who dropped off my radar ages ago... actually it was written as a song... Old poem/song.. Current mood: reminicent wrote this a while ago with a guy I was really close friends with... :-( he kinda dropped off my radar... sigh.. anyways heart of gold eyes of fire break the mold for my desires out stretched hands entwined hearts, our two minds so far apart our open eyes our hearts aflame givin in no more games pre-chorus-i see it right,i see it well, my heart is broken cant you tell life is hard,the worlds aflame, im feeling,mentally...deranged the last one came,the last one left, cant you tell,my lifes been spent pre chorus-untold lies,and untold whys,the truth was hid from my eyes,you came with love,you left me pain my mind is metally,derangged empy soul,and unlived dreams,my eyes are hazy,i cant see your doin fine,i hear your well,one day we will meet in hell pre chorus solo chorus open you
Poetry
LOVE What is love? Is it the time you feel closes to someone, or when you feel your first kiss? Could it be when you feel the first touch, or the first eye contact made? There are so many descriptions of love, but no one knows the true meaning. Does anyone ever really fall i love, or is love the one thing that only God can give? Is when you finally step into his light, or when you accept him into your heart? Is there really a such thing as love? Does it feel like the first warm drop of summer rain? Does it feel like the warm sun on your face, or is it just plain pretend? Just something else to hide the disgrace.
Poetry
If I had my own way I would have chosen to stay but, since you've been gone everything seems to be going wrong. Your Not there beside me telling me everything is going to be alright! All I have left of you is that one special night. When I look at you now I put on a frown, becasue that was then and this Now!
Poetry
The way I feel is hard to explain. When my heart opens it pours like rain. To splash upon your face. This feeling so strong we must embrace. Like the rain drop running down your cheek. Like the rose pedals that are so sleek. This feeling I feel is so strong. As I feel it it's right where I belong. As the light shines through your eyes. This feeling for you I can't despise. Loving every minute i have with you. When I don't see you it splits my heart in two. This feeling I have for you comes from the heart. As I wait for our lives to start. Only you can put these feelings into place. As you see the expression run across my face. The feeling of falling is all so true. To loose you I won't know what to do. I would crawl up literately die inside. This feeling takes away my pride. To go on without you by my side. I love this feeling that is all so true. To actually have this feeling for you. I love these feelings I will not let them go. I'll embrace them and let them
Poetry
Alone There is a girl so innocent and sweet, she is so alone because at home she gets beat. She cries every night, because at the end of the tunnel there is no light. This girl cannot decide, if God is really there, or if he is trying to hide. Everyone just pretends she is not there, she is going through life so bare. She does not know Jesus Christ, or the glory of his light. She does not understand, that without him fro Heaven she will be ban. So all unfinished business must be clear, and she must hold Jesus in her heart very dear. Then when she dies and leaves to the heavens above, with him her soul will fly free lie a dove. And for all those who made her stand alone, you will stand the same way, on your judgment day. a poem i wrote in high school lol
Poetry
Giving in to reality Current mood: anxious Category: Writing and Poetry I am done I don't care Giving up just seems fair Why would I care Why would I try When giving up is all that's there
Poetry
Dear Death Current mood: crushed Category: Writing and Poetry Keep it painless but not blood free I like the color I like to bleed so, take me now and take me please I need you.. to set me FREE
Poetry
Empty Dreams Last night I dreamed we made love and I died the little death I went to heaven then but it wasn't good enough You weren't there with me and I refused to stay Now the doors won't open for me and you're gone on to something more alone i wander empty dreams fields of flowers scorched no laughter on the wind i'd like to put a million miles between yesterday and you consider justifying my every move to him consider being humble and begging for my sin consider turning back the clock it wont go there i know instead i'll travel onward and live the death i chose i hope someday to be just live and breathe and see meadows of flowers beckon me with promises of need at times i feel rock steady mostly i feel numb forever is a long time to wait for kingdom come 07/31/07
Poetry
Slowly I'm fading Suffocating Unable to breathe Can No one rescue me Uncertain of the future Ashamed of the past Wondering how long This pain can possibly last My friendships have all long faded My world is lonesome and cold Everything I am has been jaded And I can't help but to feel so alone I set the blade down years ago But still the urge remains The slight sting of tearing flesh Remains prominent to this day The pain in my chest seems so real fading breaths, breaking hearts It's the only thing left that I'm able to feel Sacrifices made Dreams thrown away Everything I am Everything I was Everything I ever wanted to be Has escaped me... Written by: ME!!!!!!!! The life you face the dreams you chase never finding the way always living day to day future plans all fall apart unbeknownst to what the future holds where should you start so many pieces to sort such a broke life, such a broken heart lonely tears accompanied only by
Poet
some people are a poet and just don't know it.. the corniest thing i ever heard like people wishing they were a plane or a bird just so they could fly away just be happy with what you are today life will be easier that way.. you wouldn't go throught everyday of your life wishing you were this of wishing you were that.. be who you are and be happy with that..or it will drive you crazy believe i know i once wished i was a famous actor or someone you know.. i learned just to be myself no longer is my life on a shelve..well i gotta go do what i do just remember to be you...
Poetry, My Blood. My Skin.
I am an inkspot... Tattoos on skin/ words on a page/ images on a canvas/ /brand the mind/ Eat me, motherfuckers. Yep, an inkspot. A fucking Rorschach test. Take your best shot. Tattoos on my skin... time and time again, I watched needles break the surface... lonely footprints on the sand to show you where I've been to remind me of what I /cannot/ /will not/ forget a resounding echo of events that tore my armor down /the shearing of steel/ I felt it over and over again So I walk around like this, wearing my self on my skin /no mysteries here/ or so it seems and my naked skin felt the needles of the sun and your eyes the needles of your eyes Blood reddens when it is touched by air, touched by eyes inkspot, yeah... that is me. All over up and down and around that shit/ where there is ink you will find me. In the light that surrounds it, in the darkess that finds your eyes you will find m
Poetry
7 Deadly Sins August 6th 2007 12:07 pm I've burnt all my bridges My only repreive is gone It's all turned to ash And I was the one who started this fire Theres nothing that can change this all this pain I caused I didn't care for burnt flesh yet I froliced in it breathing it in so fragrant and putrid I've indulged myself on this death it's pure glutton on my part such a deadly sin to do as I've done I pulled it in and pushed it beneath my skin flowing through my veins is the only memory that resides Maybe it's satanic to wallow in my own hatred and live off your misery My rage burns far to deep And forgiveness is forgotten Thinking of the nothing I crave to fill this emptiness with in I live off your pain And swallow it whole Choking on the memories That once made me whole it's pure wrath on my part Such a deadly sin to do as I've done I pulled it in And pushed it beneath my skin flowing through my veins is the only memory that resides
Poetry
When the last scale of the living cacoon sluffs away and the wings of maturity are absent... Were you ever prepared for existence among the myriad of beautiful creatures? It will strike you one day; It will pierced you like a blood-soaked quill of criticism. Will you call it art as the ink travels across your flesh like the weeping of the old earth? Or will it scar you beneath your breast plate as you stand fast on the battlefield? Do you believe one lifetime will change you? No... you're headstrong and lust for fleeting shadows... where you can be a somber angel, floating on dark delights, with primal entities that search for love or destruction.
Poetry
Rudyard Kipling If If If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerv
Poetry
Love and Hate My heart eternal but a burning flame engulfed in madness all the same. Love and hate take the blame, when things go crazy and get insane. Love condenses and flurries away, as hate comes in and subsides all day. Love tries to break away, as hate's grip gives way. Hate disappears and love can go on with out fear, until the next time hate is near. For with out love there is no hate, they come and go each passing day. The one you feel is the decision you make. Chad Micheal Davis Copyright ©2007 Chad Micheal Davis
Poetry "untitled"
Summer breeze through my hair The surface of the lakes sunny glare Sounds of nature all around On the earth or skyward bound These are some favorites In the spring With mother natures full force of life she brings Winter reminds me of sorrows doors You can be happy I truly believe we are the ones who control our own destiny If I didn't move on in my life and go through some pain I would have never found happiness again
Poetry Website
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Poetry... Misc..... Blagh....
>Untitled< I don't know why I feel this way. I know exactly what to say. The drugs have eaten my brain, And left some lint in it's place. Now I can't forget the pictures of your face. I'll remember the memories of that day. I wish that it could stay this way Forever and always. I don't know why the pain went away. But I know that at the end of the day. That even if I've gone insane I'll still see your face. Now I forget what I say..... I'll remember the memories of that day. I wish that it could stay this way Forever and always. I love you. Oh I love you, And I don't why. I can't explain it but I, Know I love you. Despite what I say, I know I love you. Now I know that I'm on cloud nine I wish that you will always be mine. Forever and always. Because I love you. I'm falling faster down this hole... I know that when I hit the ground, It's cuz I let go, and will you still hear the sound Of my voice... If I've made my choice... Forget what
Poetic Self Injury
Like I'm not already bleeding I cut deep to find other words exposed Slashing down, not across Little drops form; I watch, remotely interested As they drip across this sterile page In arterial flow there is no madness Completely detached projections Surgically birthed to conceal the fear Hiding behind editorial distance Its just a fucking poem, you know My worries and insecurities would never Ooze so wantonly unveiled to a public view Only the speaker's anonymous verbal suicide Keeps the professional staff from unplugging My life-support, an editorial "do not resuscitate" Like I'm not already drained I surgically remove emotional hemorrhage And apply pressure to the literary vein Skillfully bandaged, already starting to clot. Call for donors? Sorry, I gave just last week
Poetry/babble
ugh! THe AlARM! How i hate it so shattering what little silence i'm owed. slide out of the sheets and into some pants if only i can make it a small distance press the button, ahhh the sound of brew it won't be long, bu it won't come too soon i like my coffee, much like i lyke my women hott i don't care if your sweet sour, green or hazzle nut just do your job and wake me up
Poetry: "bitter Adversaries"
Bitter Adversaries Mind knows logically Heart feels emotionally The two battle constantly! Mind must be right Yet Heart won't give up its fight Heart skips a beat... Mind extolls all it's extensive knowledge Heart can't compete It hasn't a chance to even speak But ohh the pain Heart feels... Heart barely beats it feels so weak... Mind says "I told you so" Heart Arrests... . . . Mind feels the slow cold creeping of death Mind learns to regret Heart was right afterall! If caught between Mind's advice and Heart's will... Follow The Heart! By: ~Wren~
The Poet's Poem
To anyone who has ever known pain, Heartbreak, or delight, A sinner's love, or tears stained black, Or a call deep in the night. For love, or lust, or deep desire, We write these words so pure, Our writing is our disease, And yet, there is no cure… To speak of love that's come and gone, Or lust, within the rain, Or how our world is dark and bleak, And our joy is our bane. This is our gift, and yet, our curse, To relive our odious crimes, And yet, some are blessed, To have had happier times… We tell stories, one by one, With every line we compose, Careful, though, we must make it flow, And be careful of the prose. Breakups, break outs, joy, and pain, Hostility, love, and hate. We see the world from the outside, We peek in from behind the gate. The world will never really know us, They fear what they don't understand. They don't know that we're all normal, It's just what we do is grand… If I never write another word, If my mind becomes abruptly plain, If I w
Poetry Of A New Life
Fear supersedes excitement, excitement supersedes fear. The idea of a life changing event… Could it be fate, could it be destiny? Could it be a life changing event because of my own wants needs and desires? Could it be for the best? Will my life change, will my appearance change? Is it for the best? Is it a mistake I won't realize until it comes? My fears overwhelmed me at first. Fears of change haunted me until that day came.. But all fears and anxiety ceased when I was lying in the hospital stress free and relaxed. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of her, asleep beside me in her own bed. New to the world, new to me. All I could do was smile. Smile at the features of her face. Smile at the form of her small hands, her feet, and her proportionate figure. She is a part of me. My flesh, my blood, my life. When people ask me, Do you think you made the best choice.. I only think there was no choice to be made. I am a single mom because God made me one. I have no regr
Poetry
My Snow White Queen Do you know how your voice haunts me still Can not shake your from my head Everywhere these feet travel In the corner of my mind My queen appears and she is you You were destined to be mine For you belong to me My snow white queen In the end you will know you are just like me Wicked to the core and full of All the darkness of the world Bound to me in mind and spirit I can not breathe for you beauty takes my breath away You can not scream For you know deep down this is way its meant to be Do not fight me please All I want now and forever is you Without you I can not Sleep or live I am losing my mind What left of my sanity from This obsession over you As you stare at me in all the madness Do you see yourself inside these eyes Feel the passion in a kiss Know its not for anyone else Brought you to this place and fell out of grace Heaven can hate me Hell can pity me I do not care anymore With me at last and forever My s
Poetry
1 Wish If I could have one wish... I would wish to wake up everyday to the sound of your breath on my neck, the warmth of your lips on my cheek, the touch of your fingers on my skin and the feel of your heart beating with mine... Knowing that I could never find that fealing with anyone other then you.
Poetry
Darnell Sometimes life is unfair, What once we had, now isn't there. A life once lived has now been lost, A painfull memory that cannot be tossed. But one thing that will always remain, A spirit lives without pain. A memory to keep alive, To help you live, cope, to survive. Darnell will always be within, Remember this, it's always been. His body my exist no longer, But he's still here, memories grow stronger. So remember when your fealing down, That he turned your world around. For in death, love can't be severed, Darnell is with you now, ALWAYS & FOREVER! Darnell Ford 2/3/86 to 1/28/06
Poetry
Darnell-1 yr. later We lost just a year ago A sarrow that still sings Of all the tears and emptiness The loss of loved ones brings. Your days of birth and burial Turned out by chance the same, And so each year when it comes arround We feal both joy and pain. Our sadness comes from missing you, And missing you from love, And love from all the love in you That we became part of. Your love is still alive in us, We feel it ever new; Our morning's filled with happiness By memories of you.
Poetry
Broken Promises An oath we made, Has been forsaken. What once was there, Has been taken. A promise broken, The pain is real. No one can understand The way I feal. I don't really want To tell you goodbye. But it seems the more that I give, The less that you trey. So sadly I lay. What we had to rest, It's not what I want. But perhaps, for the best.
Poetry
Have I Ever (by Ravenz23) Have I ever told you that if I sit really still and silent, sometimes. I like to think I can hear your heart beating in time with mine? Have I ever told you that when I watch you speak to me through lines and cords, and bytes and ram, I imagine your voice, whispering into my ear? Have I ever told you that I wait out each day in anticipation, wanting only an hour or two, just a second in space and time, to feel close to you? Have I ever told you that there has been times, when I ached for you, ached for you so badly, that the emotions overwhelmed me.. and so I sat and cried? Have I ever told you that sometimes, I will reach out, touching your name on this cold screen before me, wishing I could reach in and pull you to me? Have I ever told you that after the first time I heard the sound of your voice, thousands of miles away, I sat up all night, turning the conversation over and over in my mind, examining
Poetry
Fate And Circumstances by Missy As words flow across the screen, Relationships are discussed Positions dreamed, Frustration intensifies. You say fate has brought us together But circumstances are keeping us apart Will fate and circumstances ever let us be as one?
Poetry
Fate And Circumstances (by Missy) As words flow across the screen, Relationships are discussed Positions dreamed, Frustration intensifies. You say fate has brought us together But circumstances are keeping us apart Will fate and circumstances ever let us be as one?
Poetry
THE RIDE TO LOVE My heart wants to rush in where the Angels fear to tread, you've brought to life feelings I thought long since was dead.. No longer do I wish to take things nice and slow, I want to ride this wild ride where ever it will go.. I'm like a kid again upon the ferris wheel, you make me laugh out loud with your magical appeal.. I feel like a spinning ride amid this wild rush, imagine how I'll feel when first I feel your touch.. No control is needed I do not wish to stop, I'll ride this ride to the end and pray it never stops.. A wild rushing dance like a ride with no control, reaching for the brass ring that will make my life whole.. I'm spinning and twirling in a rushing sea of stars, riding across the night to where ever you are.. Just the thoughts of your touch sends goose bumps down my spine, from all the Erotic thoughts I have I'm about to lose my mind... Written by: Veronica Lee May 17th, 2007
Poetry:)
Dreamers Fantasy So many times I'll hear a song, Playing on the radio. The melody familiar, Reminds me of you so. Bringing warmth into my heart, And lighting up my day. Your memory dances 'cross my mind, As the music starts to play. Sometimes I close my eyes and dream, As I hear the music flow; That I'm held close in your strong arms, Dancing soft and slow. It's just a little thought of mine, A dreamer's fantasy. Of dancing with you by candlelight, To a soft, slow melody. Sometimes I let the music play, Over in my mind. In a never ending slow dance, We're suspended there in time. Even though it's just a dream, Of dancing quietly with you. If I close my eyes and I hear the song, A dream, almost come true. So, let me have this little thought, Of a soft sweet melody; And dancing with you by candlelight, In this dreamer's fantasy.
Poetry
Stand Still, Look Pretty I want to paint my face. And pretend i am someone else. Sometimes i get so fed up. I don't even want to look at myself. But people have problems that are worse then mine. I don't want you to think i am complaning all the time. And i hate the way you look at me i have to say. I wish i could start over. I am sowly falling apart. I wish you'd take a walk in my shoes for a start. You might think it is easy being me. You just stand still, look pretty. Sometimes i find myself shakng. In the middle of the night. And then it hits me and i can't Even believe this is my life. But people have problems worse then mine. I don't want you to think i am complaining all the time. And i wish that everyone would go and shut thier mouths. I'm not strong enough to deal with it
Poetry
How I Miss You My Darling, How I miss your touch I miss your whisper of "I love you so much" Your love is so sweet, so gentle, so tender So wonderful - just like the sender My love for you is so true and so deep I pray that my love you will forever keep I love you more each and every day I love you, Baby - in every way I love it when you Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! ! ! ! ! OMG - that makes me Purrrrrrrrrrr! ! ! ! LIYA - is where I want to be Me pleasing you and you pleasing me I want to be touching you - skin to skin Baby - I am ready for our life to begin I am counting the days until then You will long for love - never again I will love you like crazy for the rest of your life You will have the best friend, lover and wife I want to be your everything I want to be what makes your heart sing I love you, Darling - please never doubt I love you so much - I want to Shout Until we are together again - hold me in your heart I am holding you in mine - as I have from the s
Poetry
Mirror I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful ‚ The eye of a little god, four-cornered. Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall. It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers. Faces and darkness separate us over and over. Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me, Searching my reaches for what she really is. Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon. I see her back, and reflect it faithfully. She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands. I am important to her. She comes and goes. Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness. In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish. Sylvia Plath
Poetry Shorts 1
Work Horse Muscles Aching, Back Breaking, Working Daily for a Buck$ Chump Change Making, In My Life Forsaken, Caught In This Circle, Ya’ll Knows It Sucks. Constant Fatigue, But Still Pressing On. My Free Flowing Happiness Is Now Long Gone. Thursday Paid, Monday Broke. Occasionally in my tears I'm soaked. Is This The Fate Of The Human Race? Labor All Your Life To Die? Tick tock Drip drop This is a play on words, just for fun To amuse others & dumbfound some I conceived this poem as the clock went tick And was writing before it tocked Was half way through when it flipped Yet was finished before it flopped No use to aim, I can shoot from the hip Hitting bulls’ eyes as I hop The weapon I use is my pencil tip Aiming str8 dead center top From my tongue, the words dew drip To the page is where they’ll drop They come really quick, I just let’em rip But this is where I’ll stop. Volkswagen Earrings I have hubcaps for ear rings aren’t I so cool
Poetry Shorts Ii
Alleged Pessimist Labeled negative for these poem’s I write It’s really quite sad they’re my psalms of life An I guess judging solely by them nothing ever goes right But that’s not the case; it’s how I work through the strife All these rhythmic journey’s that come from me Are experiences I’ve had, things I’ve been through si Just a man that was told he was free But in times like these I don’t see how that can be Free to what? Free to struggle Free to go hungry Free to die more daily Or work enslavingly Free to be told how to believe Or feel each day, no way to be Gradually loosing myself in this mess Growing more disgusted daily I must confess That I’m conforming, falling in line Societies loser, wandering lost an sublime “But I’ve fought so hard, I’ve failed!” I wail crying Failed to keep my fire from slowly dying Flags Fateful flags, hateful flags, Irateful flags slew. As Nazi flags, & Mockery flags, The slaughter flag of Jews. F
Poetry Shorts Iii
Mankind's Blunder Why is mankind so naive? Brilliant by nature yet folly ensues. How awesome our accomplishments, How great our labor. The order, yet chaotic, temptation reigns! The endless opportunity, except in a state of greed. An so robberies & so murderers & so victims grieve. At the void cruelty of this material world. Weighed is thy soul on a scale of deceit & lies. We have the knowledge to know that we are wrong, Yet not the wisdom to overcome. An fight though we do for a false pride, Our undoing will find us humble as we try to deny. That our intentions of our thought noble plan, Lack by far the goals once obtainable. Our souls will then mourn at our failure, Sad that being decent, would have found us all knowing! Destined Why must my fate be entwined with hate? Or do we each start with a clean slate? Is all we do predetermined? As useless & as futile as preachers & their sermons? I couldn't stand the thought of a life I don't control. I'm as
Poetry
I look in the mirror, and what do I see 2 crying eyes, it's no longer me The mirror reflects saddness, the image unclear Yet so are her thoughts, with confusion and fear She watches the tears stream, her eyes turning red Since shes only existing, shed rather be dead This face in the mirror is a stranger to me Her head losing hope, my heart far from free
Poetry From High School
A skaters arm are like steel, his kisses like wine In his chains jeans and shoes hes a sight oh so fine Moshing is his dance when your on the floor It's like being in heaven the world is no more You would follow him anywhere, giving up your all To win the heart of a skater, girl you have taken a fall But he has stolen your heart, even captured your soul But a word of caution my friend, his first love is a join to roll His soul and his heart, they show in his eyes Look deep inside them, he will never tell lies He says don't get attached I want to be free But his words and his feelings don't always agree He holds you with love, a gaze and a glance His eyes say forever, so girl take your chance Fall in love with a skater his heart needs a home A skater will give you, more love than u have ever known. copyright@2000 Raylene Williams
Poetry
"FOREVER MY LOVE" There was this guy that I had met, while chatting on the internet.. He gave me back feelings I thought was no more, feeling so good my feet no longer touch the floor.. I hope he knew just how special he was to me, he took away my pain and set my life free.. He had turned my life all the way around, and everything about him made my heart pound.. I do know he loved me with all of his heart, with that kind of love its hard to be apart.. For some reason he couldn't stay, now there's nothing but questions why he was taken away.. I know theres good reasons why God took him and made us part, but he can never take the love I carry in my heart.. When I find myself missing him I look towards the moon, patiently waiting to be with him again soon... "I'll Love You Forever Anthony" "Love Veronica" Written By, Veronica Lee June 30th, 2005
Poetry
"SPECIAL DREAMS" I watch the lamps upon my shelf, as lava shapes itself.. It's lava melts before my face, and by your side I found my place.. As tiny Giraffes begin to dance, around my room of special scents.. As sticks of incense fill the air, a special moment for us to share.. I love the sweetness of your smile, as we lay on my bed of Leopards wild.. Like cherries in a crusty pie, we're perfect together you and I.. Within the dark my ceiling glows, with glowing stars and love songs playing low.. As you felt the softness of my skin, we heard our beating hearts within.. I've heard that things aren't what they seem, unless it comes from that SPECIAL DREAM... Written By: Veronica Lee March 15th, 2005
Poetry
"FIRE WITHIN" Is this really what it seems, I thought someone like you only existed in dreams.. You are everything I could ever hope for, and yet you are so much more.. Just hearing your voice makes me smile, I haven't felt like this in a long long while.. Awaiting the day we finally do meet, both our hearts skip some beats.. From the joy and nervousness we both will feel, it will seem as if time had stood still.. As we hold each other in a warm embrace, our lips will finally be face to face.. Our warmth quickly turned to fire within, thats when our real love making begins.. Just feeling your body next to mine, will be sending goose bumps down my spine.. Finally having you next to me, is where I'll always want you to be.. Written By: Veronica Lee December 15th, 2004
Poetry
Poetry
Laying alone at night just seems hopeless!!!! I had someone by myside for a few nights and I woke up smiling now I just barely wanna wake up. Does it always have to be the lonely and the depressed I think not but could be wrong!!! I often wish I could go back to him being by my side but the wishing is just as hopeless!!! Could this be the way things are going to be the rest of my life? I sure as hell hope not!!!! The one thing for sure is I always have my thought and he cant ake thoise away even if he is in the grave!!!! So lonely and hopeless it's almost sad!!!
Poetry By Me
Poetry by me.... Like a prince out of a fairy tale you walked into my life, Hurting and needing to be loved, You nestled closed to me like a turtle dove, Trembling with fear and hate, You came near andI knew it wasn't too late, Somewhere deep in my heart, I longed for a fresh new start, But I never could find the one to say... Come with me and let's begin today. So aimlessly I roamed, Calling this and that home. Till the day our eyes met, I knew then that you had to be heaven sent. A special gift to me, Sent to set my love free. Joyous days from now on, Wonderful talks and laughs over the phone.
Poetry.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~So alone~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I have found my pleasure in your pain, laughter spills out like falling rain, with disbelief you give me that stare, look into my eyes, do you think I care?, my blood has begun to boil hot, to feel pity for you it does not, I don't care for the words you have to say, nothing is going to change my way, for I am not me because of you, it doesn't matter what you THINK I should do, alone, I have walked this far down the road, it has been dark, painful, lonely and cold, alone I will continue, no-one by my side, I keep on rolling out, as does the tide, in solitare, as I accomplish each goal I have set to achive, and alone I will laugh, as you see, but still do not believe, please don't claim to have been by my side, alone I have earned and gained my pride, and do not claim to have been my friend, I will stand alone as my journey comes to an end
Poetry
She lives in the dark. She is stunning yet pale. Her hair falls like a curtain, Hiding her beautiful eyes. It falls to her dainty waist, Hiding all her elegant grace. He to lives in the dark Yet he is not so pale. His hair so striking, shiny and black. His eyes too are hidden. His charming smile is crooked, His structure, so unique. They now sit together in the dark. Their morbid hearts now combined. A perfect love they had in mind. Nothing went wrong in the beginning, Their love seemed so strong. These two lovers did belong. This love was soon ended By a pathetic feud. Her heart ripped to shreds, His heart not affected. She questioned his love. Did he love her or did he not? Though their love is dead Their friendship still strong. She is trying to move on. This task for him seemed so simple. He seems to have never cared, He seems happier now. She is now with another, He too claims to love her. She loves him too but not the same Her heart no l
A Poet And Didnt Know It,lol
If I could catch a rainbow I would do it just for you, And share with you its beauty On the days you're feeling blue If I could build a mountain You could call your very own, A place to find serenity, A place to be alone If I could take your troubles I would toss them in the sea, But all these things I'm finding Are impossible for me I cannot build a mountain, Or catch a rainbow fair, But let me be what I know best, A friend who's always there
Poetic Justice
Newfound tears and newfound sorrow Ever greet me in the morrow Just as happy comes in play So its swiftly chased away Little rhyme inside my head Leave me e're I go to bed In the morning, maybe then I'll find some happiness again
Poetry....
One of my friends, redbarchet left this as a comment for me....Loved it so much, wanted to put here and save it. Thanks redbarchet...you're a Star! ************************************************* Desiderata Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let not this blind you to what virtue there
Poetry- Angel Of Fire
Angel Of Fire I See You Walking To Me In That Long Silk White Dress Your Black Hair Dancing In The Wind The Flames Around You Seem To Shine Through Your Hair You've Come Into My Life With What To Gain? I Can Give You My Heart I Can Give You Unconditional Love Be Forever A Loyal Friend & Protect You & Respect The Beautiful Goddess That You Are But I Know You Don't Expect Much In Return So I'm Offering You My Heart My Soul I Love You & I Promise You This I Will Walk Beside You On This Long Road Ahead Side By Side Wharever This Path May Take Us Tell The Very End Of Time.. By Bi_Chics_Rock_69
Poetry
You and I, your body in mine We created a soul, beatiful and divine Our hearts in twine, destiny did bind Together in spirit, body and mind Do words weigh upon you, like sand bags on the soul? Regrets, feelings unsaid, flit through my mind.
Poetry
I have loved and been hurt by love I have seen joy and yet there is pain I have breathed and yet i am breathless In your presence Consumed by your beauty the essence of love I have walked a thousand miles in my shoes On a road which never ends Through the driving rains many tears have fallen Swept up in the passage of time My heart will linger in the moonlight As i breathe the ocean breeze tonight For on the horizon there is a new day A story still left untold For the dreamer dreams of hope And a lover feels with their heart So why is it human nature For us to tear ourselves apart??
Poetry
When I feel like crawling in a hole and hiding the day is so dark, and everybody around you sucks you are surrounded by faces but not one cares or see's the hurt that lies behind the dark glasses and fake smile you want to lie in the water untill you sink to the bottom to drown out the voices and sufficate the artificial care. the superficialness of it all is so much like an eclipse of the moon you are able to see right through it, though most are blinded by it the walls are closing in and I am so tired of the fight why do I keep trying when it feels like im getting nowhere It is all comming round full circle, the love the pain and the anger they say people are put in your life for a reason, it may be just a season, if so it is winter now, bare and lonley. i'll just put my heart in an iron shell and hide it where none will find it away from the predators on this earth and away from my own touch my nature is a self destructive one, to drive those that love me away fea
Poetry....or Something Like That
Checking the locks in my heart again. The translucent barriers remain tightly bound. It protects against all the pain, but occassionally reminds of the "what if's" By opening its doors, letting the cold in. It's vindicative, at the slightest bit of passion it burns. Secretly it yearns to know what the truth withholds. Patiently it waits for the arrival of an emotional playground. Against my will I feel the desire, while the walls burn down. Ignorance seems valid, but the self-control is pushing. Another step in the wrong direction, but the questions seep "How wrong is it?"
Poetry....
MUSIC --------------------- Drowning in the depths of a song She sings And caresses her mind While the candles burn Brightly And Slowly Languidly she rocks herself While tears start to stream She smiles And in her mind she screams Only a slow rhythm Can ease the burdens she carries with her now One two One two Goes the Beat of the blues She sings to… COLA --------------------- The cold dark liquid Has done naught a thing To bring me up With its Caffeine Instead I wallow In it's darkness And lounge in its pools Without an ounce Of energy ODE TO A MARKER ----------------------- Green marker You've lain upon my desk And I've given you such rest I guess its cool that you've Not a lot to do But maybe I should use you in a flurry Of highlights here and there
Poetry
I wasn't surprised that night when I heard the knock on my door. I knew it was you before I asked who it was and the sound of your deep, smooth voice answered " its me baby." I wasn't the slightest surprised when you walked through my door kissed me on the cheek and walked straight to my room. And I walk behind you almost hypnotised by the smell of you cologne. And its weird because you wear that same cologne all the time, but its like I smell it for the first time every time your here. And I wasn't surprised when you sat on the right side of the bed and lit the scented candles on the night stand and the smell of strawberry's filled the room. I'm still standing in the door way watching your every move thinking how sexy you look in the candle lit room. And then you look at me with those light brown eyes, full of life and passion, I am almost taken aback by the intensity of your stare. But I'm not surprised by the way you look at me, for you look at me like that ever
Poetry & Me
Hi ya everyone!! I've been writing since I was 13 (for you mathematicians out there, that's 20 years). *grins* Some of my friends on here have sent me private letters requesting that I put some of my written works here. So that's what I'm going to do with this blog. I'm going to add the earlier stuff first. As I get that posted, I will add the newer stuff. Just remember to view the year it was written before you "attempt" to counsel me. -- much love
Poetry For The Ladies
Since, I have not yet said much about myself on my page yet ladies, here is an insight into my heart. As you will see, when I get emotional...I get creatively poetical as well. If you like I will post some more. Tell me what you think. This one really hurt to write. My Story of True Happiness Here today and gone the next I know everything in life is really a Test I try harder and harder to not to fail But my EGO tells me, "it is to no avail" The One that I love is gone from my life She would have been my future, my heart, my wife That Dream is gone now Because of another (the other older me) I'm left to myself, my children and mother So I look up and See Only YOU (GOD) I look into my Soul to find what I must now do Since this is a Test, and I probably didn't pass I ask myself and wonder, how long will this pain last? I'll wake up tomorrow, forgetting all that was done I'll know in my Heart truly, You were not the One. So once again it's back to me, to fix what i
Poetry
Don't be fooled by the face I wear. For I wear a mask, I wear a thousand masks, masks that I'm afraid to take off, and none of whom are me. Pretending is an art that's second nature with me, but don't be fooled, for God's sake don't be fooled. I give you the impression that I'm secure, that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as out, that confidence is my name and coolness is my game, that the water's calm and I'm in command, and that I need no-one. But don't believe me. Please! My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is a mask, my ever-varying and ever-concealing mask. Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in fear, in aloneness. But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it. I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear of being exposed, That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind, a nonchalant, sophisticated facade, to help me pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows. But such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only salv
Poetry
Do you ever think about me, Despite your hatred towards My being, my soul... Have you forgotten everything, My voice, my touch, My pressence... I am saddened By your lack of empathy Towards my darkened world... At one time, You were my everything, What was keeping me alive... With you gone, Not caring about me, Hurts more then you will ever know...
Poetry 1
This personal hell, that I have felt as I have been waiting here searching for the face of my hidden disgrace - I am broken- - All alone- No one to understand , hold my hand the empty thud of my heart beats aimlessly as I fall apart - I am broken - - I am all alone - - I am of greed - self indulgence it dances upon my thoughts, lust, jealously, luring me, to what I need, crushing my spirit it surrounding me...... The trouble I ask myself why does everyone accuse? where have I gone what have I done I am broken, all alone I am of greed, self indulgence I hear the bells, of my own judgment before me I walk to the unspoken voice calling out to me it speaks the words, that I have heard its token validating that I am finally forgiven I was broken I was of greed but it has spoken I am finally forgiven
Poetry 3
At one time I thought that our souls were connected I would have done anything for you In return, I just wanted your love... I think about you, day and night Struggling to go on with my lonely life... Your thoughts are with her, She is not worthy of your time. What about me? I am the one who took care of you Time after time... My heart has split in two, My mind is numb with pain, My soul is blackend, My thoughts clouded... You will never love me, you will never want me, you will forever hate me... Time does go on, but each breath I take reminds me of what I have lost There is no moving on...
Poetry 4
I looked into your eyes.. as you wrapped your arms around me, I felt so safe, warm, and protected, as I felt your heart beat, when I lay my head on your chest.. You tilted my face upwards, touching my lips with your finger, as you leaned over to give me a kiss.. so passionately, that you took my breath away.. We looked up to the stars in the sky, as I saw a shooting star fly by, I wished this moment would last eternity, as I took your hand.. my aches went away, I knew you were here for me...
Poetry
The mist covered the Landscape with a thin Veil obscure of visual Surroundings, stark Hiding the unknown Dark shadows that Lurk in the shadows Ever waiting,quiet Yet alert with Watchful eyes Crawling on its belly Along the long And narrow crevice Unseen leaving no Imprint upon the earth Hunger has brought Him here seeking To quench his thirst A desire for blood To taste and consume To many days The gaunt body Has searched For food For fulfillment His prey drinking From the rippled Water beside the Craggy rocks Shivering in fear The scent has Caught it unaware Knowledge that it Is hiding beneath The blue mist In that moment Of reality And no where To run, the time Had finally come As the beast devoured His weaker quarry Sated and complete He blended into the Landscape once again Copyright@chi_shanay2007
Poetry In Motion
To lie in blackness and sink right in Down to the valley of truth and sin Journey to the place deep within For at night destiny will begin
Poetry And Music
Place your judmental hands upon me. You swear you know whats best. Cast your first stone, In hopes of breaking me down. Can you really see, exactly what your hate is doing to me. Bend and break, stand and fall. Push me to the limits. I can handle it all. Twisted is what your mind tells you. Nothing at all left here to see. Seeing from the outside only. Knowing only what you want, will finally kill us all. Crawling alone in these bloody streets. Noone is going to help me now. Your hands are no longer clean. Dying is all thats left for me. Your so wicked. Twisting your thoughts to hate. You shall know me not. Leave me now to die. Why do you play GOD!! Every moment of every day. I stand back up. You have cast your last stone. Your hate has left you alone. Your soul is twisted. Hows that black heart work at all? Cold as ice every breath you take. Twisting your words til she breaks. Blame yourself for every mistake. You are the one left here alo
Poetry
PHENOMENAL WOMAN by Maya Angelou Pretty women wonder where my secret lies I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size But when I start to tell them They think I'm telling lies. I say It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips The stride of my steps The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please And to a man The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees Then they swarm around me A hive of honey bees. I say It's the fire in my eyes And the flash of my teeth The swing of my waist And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say It's in the arch of my back The sun of my smile The ride of my breasts The grace of my style. I
Poetry... Kinda
What I'm Here For: Spank me, Hate me, Hold me, Taint me, Push me, Pull me, Whip me, Screw me, Black and Blue me, Bruise me, Use me, Burn me, Rape me, That's what I'm here for...
Poetry
For my Soon to be X-Husband Andy You tell me you love me,I use to love you. You tell me you miss me,I used to miss you. You said you were leaving,and I told you i loved you. I begged you to stay,you just kept walking. You turned and walked away. Now the tables have turned, And you need me by your side. This time it is you the feelings of love you hide, And it is me who is locking the door, turning and walking away. Are you begging and pleading? Is your heart burning and bleeding? From the knife wounds that cut deep and make your emotions sore? Now you see what it felt like to watch you walk out the door. Now it is me who is done,and can't take it Because i don't love you anymore. To andy williams aka willtodrink Spetember 28th 2007
Poetry ~ I, Master *part Ii* By Marq
To & inspired by my former slave I, Master *Part II My heart aches from these needs Longing to touch... taste, & feed Your essence beckons... set it free This desire to own... it's the Master in me Soft yet firm...That's My duality Two Old souls met in serendipity But, such is karma... it is the way of things Earned from past trails, this... our reward it seems You complete me, soothing primal desires An I'll keep you warm by my Dominant fire I revel in your service & bask in your submission My sweet slave fulfills her Sir's amibitons Hence, I guide us to Bliss... Love, Lust, & Pleasure A Divine Exchange beyond, most minds' measure For even to me... its hard to conceive So how could another fathom or believe All the ways we suit and sate each other A bless'ed union bound by the trust in one another And by the knowledge that none could replace the void that we fill, in that once empty space It Dwells down deep, few can understand When the role of a
Poetry By Aung San Suu
In the Quiet Land In the Quiet Land, no one can tell if there's someone who's listening for secrets they can sell. The informers are paid in the blood of the land and no one dares speak what the tyrants won't stand. In the quiet land of Burma, no one laughs and no one thinks out loud. In the quiet land of Burma, you can hear it in the silence of the crowd In the Quiet Land, no one can say when the soldiers are coming to carry them away. The Chinese want a road; the French want the oil; the Thais take the timber; and SLORC takes the spoils... In the Quiet Land.... In the Quiet Land, no one can hear what is silenced by murder and covered up with fear. But, despite what is forced, freedom's a sound that liars can't fake and no shouting can drown. Free bird towards a free Burma My home... where I was born and raised used to be warm and lovely now filled with darkness and horror. My family... whom I had grown with used to be cheerful and lively n
Poet's Block
When you're a writer, things are pretty simple, There's grease stains on the keyboard And your desk smells. Like it was manufactured by KFC And to hell with coffee cups, Straight from the pot baby! I'm cranking out twenty pages a day here. Because I'm a writer And that's what writers do, they write! And if a day goes by that I don't write, It's called writer's block, And that spells disaster baby! Because it's a slippery slope that you just can't climb up Without an act of God to help you. But what if you're not a writer? What if you just write poetry. . . Every once in a while. What if you drink coffee only with friends, And you wouldn't be caught dead within half a mile of KFC. I'm an artist baby! It's my job to be misunderstood. So what happens if I don't write? One day. . .two days, Three months? Six? When does procrastination cross over into writers block? Where's the line? I don't know. But it's a good thing I thought of this and wrote it down. Becaus
Poetry
The room is cloaked in Darkness, Your voice a soft caress With thederness and patience You fill my emptiness Our Shadows dance across the wall A sigh slips past my lips Ive never known a love so strong Ive never known such bliss My body holds such tension As you reach out to me The exolosion of our passion In our dance of ectasy I didnt know it was possible To feel such pure delight The feeling that im filled with When we dance this dance at night These feelings overwhelm me With just one sideways glance You reach out and touch me Then we start the dance With the morning sun that rises That feeling i still feel The explision of our passion In our dance of ectasy BY Michelle Cowen book CROSSROADS
Poetry - "torch"
TORCH (C) By Leslie W. B. The muted colors of our daily lives Are painted on canvas in measured stripes. Our predictable patterns follow, day after day, Like the solid line on a long stretch of highway. How did we become what we said we wouldn't? How did we lose the spontaneity we once treasured? Raking leaves and falling in. Running barefoot in the rain, through the tall barley, And into the wood shed... Crazy love, breathless and wild. Noisy, free, and wonderfully new. I cannot accept this faded living. There is too much fire left in me. How I miss the way you used to kiss me, Starting with my eyebrows, eyelids, And working down, down, Down into every brilliant hiding place, Where the fire was ignited, And you carried the torch.
Poetry - "healed"
HEALED (January 5, 2004) By Leslie W B I remember, When just your touch would make me cry. The original pain, Its invasion, its betrayal, Were carved into my spirit, rough and jagged. I couldn’t feel your tenderness When the memories of his selfish crimes Blocked them from my heart. But I grew taller than the shadows, Nurtured by a Greater Love. I could feel the cold receding, and a beauty flowering within. For the first time ever, I stood naked before a full-length mirror, Not afraid, nor ashamed. And when I stretched across the sheets, And felt your hands glide over me, I felt your heart, Felt the very essence of my presence in your need. I knew it had nothing to do with selfish intent, That all you simply needed was all of me. And that is what I gave you. I thought about the miracle, the surrender and the trust. And suddenly I felt the brilliance, Felt the flames growing, Felt the eruption, And heard my voice from somewhere else Release itself in celeb
Poetry - "like No Other"
LIKE NO OTHER By Leslie W. B. I will love you like no other. I will fill the hollow spaces. I know your needs By what you want. And what you want is me. I will give you What you don't have. I will chase away your loneliness. I will love you like no other, If you watch me, You will see, That all your missing pieces, Are stored inside my heart.
Poetic Or Not?
"sit atop the highest of mountains, only to watch the world burn by the heavens" "it is better to be feared than loved if you can not be both" "set free all that is in me, only to slame it into the ground once more"
Poetry
I just updated my poetry site for those that like to read though you may not like it feel free to mail me on the last page or hit me here thanks DM www.geocities.com/maliceenraged/Drakness_and_Light.html
Poetry
Where you were, I did not see you. So close to me, but yet so veiled. Quietly you waited, upon my invitations; but still, somehow, I failed to note of you, yearning to be with me, but finding just a void. So sadly, you retreated; bowed, dejected. Finally when I knew of you, your devotion, so foolishly I did feel, like a simpleton. For I had looked so very hard for you, up/down/everywhere. but I just did not look clear, in front of me, where you were . . . just there.
Poets Love
You asked how poets make love with words I decided to show you not by mouth or curves Tonight I'll write my poetry across the canvas Of your body, my willing blinded accomplice Expressing my innermost secret desires Planning every word's placement my pen attires Your angled and plane aroused contour With pleasure filled fantasies writing on your Honeyed skin; tastes of budding succulence Building from the ladder of your emergence From dreamlike slumber to writing climax Orgasmic words are the finest aphrodisiacs So when you feel my pen lift up I'll mount you Lover while I sensuously touch And moan each tattooed word in your ear Till you can't breathe and can't conjure More passionate love than a poet's words
Poetry
Well, am bored, and I thought I might share one of my poems with my friends here on Fubar! :) Your Beauty I'm looking in your eyes They haven't changed a bit Your steaming lips I'd always kiss them In your bed laying I'm always looking at you Your gentle body In my arms to hold The flowers in the spring Your beauty they can't take The beauty of the stars Light they're giving you The beautiful colors Like you would like to be Like the moon among the stars Beautiful you are to me The forest's very beautiful Full of splendor Her sweet light In your eyes is shinning Danny Ursoi Copyright ©2007 Danny Ursoi Let me know what u think, and if u like it, I would like to share more of my poems with U! P.S. Please note that all my poems are copy right!!!
Poetry
in misery i wait for your touch, your word, your hate in the dark i am alone missing you, nowhere called home the cold touches me softly there is no warmth to fill my soul i am a forgotten toy no love given, no joy a slave to your need yearning always, full of greed i wake without you quiet and afraid, my love so true i dream of your arms wrapped in the mist of my memory how long will this intermission last can i ever forget the past will your love return to me will my soul ever be free i want you now more than ever i thought this need would go will it, maybe never 9/23/07
Poetry
Master Master me my love make me do your will take me there faster never lying still come with me now burn me with your need it doesn't matter how force me into deed whisper in my mind the way to bring you there dont be too kind i love your hands in my hair push me to the edge bring me to my knees hanging on a ledge move me as you please deep into the heart of me be there without shame look into me and see soon up to heaven i came not long to stay bring me back time and again never take this away i wouldnt know where to begin i need to feel your touch at the center of me its never too much i will cease to be when youre inside i scream in my mind never can i decide are you unkind rough hands on my thighs pushing me apart with greed now youre there and i sigh im on fire with need dont stop, never stop bite, tear and rend bring me to the top my heart will never mend wherever i find always inside of me you will never leave my mind and i'll ne
Poetry
Moonlight Into the darkness I fall under your spell I hear your call deeper into the well my soul in your hands the only respite that i find from this life of demands never empty of mind keeping the wolf at bay the piper requires his due someone has to pay just didn't ask it of you your vanity sends me away a mask to hide your face like a summer sky turned grey take me from this place into eternity i pray 07/31/07
Poetry
Tempt me my anger grows every stronger daily it gains speed there is a purpose to it to make her eat her sin i think of taking it to her this pain i feel without end cut her with a subtle knife make her scream with pain i'd take away her beauty and hide it in her shame give her something bitter for what she stole from me the prize is not quite worth it she'll see someday i know he's always on the hunt searching for new game she wont begin to change him his type you cannot tame 07/31/07
Poetry
Yesterday never lasts memories of times gone past and Yesterdays that never last come to me in nights long shadow to remind me of my fate dragging me wherever they go making me live in hate i wonder breifly if i could touch that place again knowing its a place i should have never even been to begin the night with cold surprise to end it with a heated smile I'd steal the keys to heaven for you i'd do anything I stand here trembling on the edge waiting for my turn when will it come to me this time what manner will i burn 07/31/07
Poetry
UNFINISHED/UNTITLED Lost dreams, full of promise a nightmare in the sun Youth and desire burn within create a need undone forgiveness unasked, and know that its given just the same the devil's fateful touch never know what's in a name 07/31/07
Poetry
Happiness is like a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you. - Nathaniel Hawthorne (American Short-Story Writer & Novelist - 1804-1864) There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been! - Percy Bysshe Shelley (English Romantic Poet - 1792-1822) My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane - Robert Frost (American Poet - 1874-1963)
Poetry
God of Compassion You let your rain fall on the just and the unjust. Expand and deepen our hearts so that we may love as You love, even those among us who have caused the greatest pain by taking life. For there is in our land a great cry for vengeance as we fill up death row and kill the killers in the name of justice, in the name of peace. Jesus, our brother, you suffered execution at the hands of the state but you did not let hatred overcome you Help us to reach out to victims of violence so that our enduring love may help them heal. Holy Spirit of God, You strengthen us in the struggle for justice, Help us to work tirelessly for the abolition of state-sanctioned death and to renew our society in its very heart so that violence will be no more. Amen.
Poetry/eassy I Felt Should Be Shared
I'm Not Your Relationship Jesus An essay from me to "her" When you look at me...who do you see? Is it "him"...whoever "him" is...or is it me? Even your angry ass has to admit that only one man has been perfect. Only ONE....gets a capital "H" when you spell Him. So why do I have to die for your and "his" sins? That's right.....yours and his!!! Guilty as charged!!! Both of y'all sitting in the same class. His punk ass ain't no good but YOU chose his ass. The signs were obvious like heat on a hot summer day. Red flags waving all over the place yet YOU somehow managed to be looking the other way. I'm not out there with my dick in my hand like some common whore. I'm not using your money or your cards fuckin' up yo' credit score. I always have and I always will.....get it STRAIGHT.... .I OWN my own place. I'm not in anyone's basement or trying to move into your space. Forgive me cause maybe I should feel sorry but although I might feel familiar you didn'
Poetry - Azure
AZURE (c.) By Leslie Winsor Buckland We walk through clods of mud, Each watching our own feet. Steam pulses from our mouths as we make our way Across the field. The barn is a gray hulk in the distance. The morning sky is heavy and close, Pregnant with storm. We find the grove of willows, the place where all our secrets live. Where the pond now lies coated In a mosaic of delicately formed ice. Eyes as azure as a summer sky Find mine, brown as tilled earth. I can always find the truth of us Inside those eyes, those painfully gentle eyes. You lean against a sturdy tree, And yourLarge callused hands on my waist close the gap between us. There is no greater comfort I will ever know. “Are we…,” you whisper as your lips brush over my forehead. My answer is always the same. And I always say it without words. .
Poetry
A Random Sprawling Trail of Thought It often seems, looking back at the roads I’ve traveled, that the wild, winding trails I’ve blazed are just coming unraveled. The tracks in the dust that I’m leaving behind, well those steps taken ain’t leadin to the new prints I’ve been makin. Happiness with my current life, as true as the cause the government says I’m fighting for, is just as easily altered. Everyone I know, so excited to see, the lands to be visited and the peoples I’ll meet, everyone I know, except for me. As submerged in this world as I may become, the only place I’ll ever long to be is the dear land where I’m from. No more new people, not too many faces to see, I’ll never miss anyone like I do now, the people from home, where I was happy. Those that were so damn close, that I loved more so than any had known, are now so far away, but from my heart never gone. Sooner or later, the memories shall fade from their eyes, from mine shall come a lonesome tear, as my n
Poetry 101 (.....yes, I Failed)
my thoughts turn to her more and more, like moments filling up the day, like moments completing my life. __________________ there's more poetry burning now, there's more i wish anyone could see of me; so much that aches and reaches and may never feel. every day i catch more and more of a glimpse of it and every day i have to hold my hand from giving in to it. if never what i feel is loosened i know i have no chance of ever mattering, of ever loving completely and where i move towards will there ever be fulfillment, will there ever be the beauty of life shining above all else? __________________ ashes of yesterday still carry on the winds and the whispers that echoed like gospel under the moonlight now sound like the streaks of broken tears. the luster of twilight clouds gray with the shadows of loneliness while dawn's embrace stays riveted with January's frost. the warmth of love keeps scars from every really healing and it's only
Poetry Failings, Part Ii
~1.04am~ Sleeping cold, Alone, Remembering what it felt like To be one with someone, To have their arms Holding, Pulling me close, Not even sure If it was ever even real Or if maybe It was all just a dream Incorporated into this wavering reality. * ~A Confinement of Life~ Like a slow torture, Each heartbeat, Each breath expelled Pulls us closer to the disintergration of hope; The only indication of life Is slashing its way to get out But stuck still Beneath the prison of the flesh, Encumbered with the delusion That the chance is just waiting to be met. Outside of this facade, Just skirting the fringes of our dreams Laughs our soul's desire, Taunting, Daring us to truly live. * ~burn~ your legs intertwine with my own and i feel the burn of your skin from within as your kiss sears my soul. * ~Love~ I can take what you give And give what you want, Feed your soul with my poison love, Corrupt your flesh With the touch of my tongu
Poetry
hell awaits me. life has drained me, as i die a little more each day. life is shallow, and all is void. a pennance too all things done in veign. my life is broken my dreams are stolen. and now i am left with all this pain. and hell awaits me.
Poetry
In the darkness she sits…. Alone, the shadows scattered about her, She sits a smile on her lips… She stares at the wall before her. Her eyes sparkle in the candlelight that dances about her this night…. Shadows dancing…. The flicker of the flames about her dart over the wall, her eyes search the images there…. Her soul awakens, her mind and heart roaming about in the darkness, free now…. Dancing in the shadows… She listens…. The sound of her own heart beating…. An ache inside of her grows as she listens to the beating inside of her. Her heart pure and full of a dream she knows so well, one she believes in so strong… It is within her, wanting out… She wonders…. As she gazes ahead, her mind wanders once more into places she knows so well. The comfort of the shadows as they dance about her make her feel at ease…. Happiness is born as she sits and feels what is coming…. closer and closer. The quiet surrounds her…..
A Poet's Lonely Spiral Into Resignation
"I've been thinking of resigning, from the sensation of making pen to page scapings. The emotions indelible on the paper. Have been passed and been played; Like broken records that I should burn. For their false ways of securing that; I will feel and feel again, the hours spent regretting & repenting; loving & resenting; Every word has a story; Written for the selfish induldgence of my sins. Thought again and again. Until fiction is fact. And I've reverted back to these pages and their safety. Waiting for me to waste."
Poets Words
You asked how poets make love with words I decided to show you not by mouth or curves Tonight I'll write my poetry across the canvas Of your body, my willing blinded accomplice Expressing my innermost secret desires Planning every word's placement my pen attires Your angled and plane aroused contour With pleasure filled fantasies writing on your Honeyed skin; tastes of budding succulence Building from the ladder of your emergence From dreamlike slumber to writing climax Orgasmic words are the finest aphrodisiacs So when you feel my pen lift up I'll mount you Lover while I sensuously touch And moan each tattooed word in your ear Till you can't breathe and can't conjure More passionate love than a poet's words
Poetry
WINTER PAIN I am comfortable in the silence of winter As the world sleeps beneath a blanket of white This is where I belong. Not hot not cold but both existing together The wind at my back The sun on my face This is where I belong. I am reminded of you as I stand in this place And I miss you in this moment This is where I belong. The memories of that day replaying in my mind A tear tries to fall stopped only by the pain This is where I belong. It hurts too bad to find release It is silent and it is winter and it is pain This is where I belong. Brandon
Poetry
FEAR Can't Locate Reason, Deny its treason, Answer for pain, Fire and Rain, Conceal my heart, My mind apart, Say the thought, Bullet I bought, Knowing its power, My darkest hour, Open to advice, The feelings concise, Hiding my true, Bleeding for you, Loathing in emotions, Dark Cold Oceans, Lurking my soul, Feeling the Whole. Brandon copyrighted LONELINESS BREAKS THE FALL I've only the company of solitude to guide me, The reality of an unwanted life I choose not to see. My mind escapes beyond my youth, A soul dying to find a different truth. Apathetic glances towards my yesterday, Choking on the words I can never say. My lifes one big lie after all. At least the Loneliness will break my fall. Brandon copyrighted ONE MORE NIGHT I scream out your name late at night. Wanting you here to hold me tight, I just lay there alone and cry, then when all my tears are d
Poetry
Cool night, starlit filled steamed breath, hands chilled Within your heart the fire burns Lost in love like the tide that turns taking me where reality meets the unknown Where there's more love to find then ever shown Seek for me within the wind embrace the dream and ride it to the end I am here yet I am there you're never alone, this I swear If you ever need me, just whisper my name My heart would find you in the driven rain
Poetry
Mihai Eminescu Evening Star There was, as in the fairy tales, As ne'er in the time's raid, There was, of famous royal blood A most beautiful maid. She was her parents' only child, Bright like the sun at noon, Like the Virgin midst the saints And among stars the moon. From the deep shadow of the vaults Her step now she directs Toward a window; at its nook Bright Evening-star expects. She looks as in the distant seas He rises, darts his rays And leads the blackish, loaded ships On the wet, moving, ways. To look at him every night Her soul her instincts spur; And as he looks at her for weeks He falls in love with her. And as on her elbows she leans Her temple and her whim She feels in her heart and soul that She falls in love with him. And ev'ry night his stormy flames More stormily renew When in the shadow of the castle She shows to his bright view. * * And to her room with her slow steps He bears his steps and aims Weaving out of hi
Poetry
Oh where do I start? Life's not all its cracked up to be kids...or rather...love isnt. It's intoxicating yes...to be able to pour your entirety into another human being and be dedicated to him/her without a second thought can become a driving force in your life. But what happens when things change? Well...remember that its only in the end that you start thinking about the beginning..if you can avoid an end...*wish* With that being said here's some POETRY FOR THOUGHT... Goodbye is never easy, even when its needed... We delay, we lie, we tell ourselves it will be okay But how can that be true when your life, your love can't stay? What's best isnt always wanted... most of the time its ignored, because our false sense of hope keeps us hanging on Healing...the painful burn that turns into the scar that reminds us of our past... forgotten but never gone. Walls go up and some will fall only to be put up again Until life send us that "one".. and only that one will ge
Poetry
I Can Feel You... You're far away, but, I can feel you. You exist in my every breath, in every beat of my heart, adding a spectacular sizzle in all the right places. Even when I close my eyes, I see your face and feel the fire of your caress. Your presence is a tangible thing... yet as hard to grasp as the air. I reach for you, but you elude me. Still, I can feel you; the softness of a petal, a warm wind on my cheek, a ray in my vision, a distant light that ever draws me near.
Poetry
You are that boy that has my heart You are that boy who I want to never part You are that boy who took my heart and crushed it You are that boy that I will never get You are that boy I thought would never leave You are that boy who said you would always love me You are that boy I want to love forever You are that boy who planned our life together You are that boy who makes my heart sing You are that boy and happiness you bring You are that boy that gives me butterflies You are that boy who makes me reach for the skies You are that boy I care for so deeply You are that boy I like to watch sleeping You are that boy that has the key to my heart You are that boy I loved from the start You are that boy who has the power to make it alright You are that boy whose smile is so bright You are the boy I want to hate You are the boy who it would never be too late You are that boy that has my heart You are that boy who I want to never part You are that boy who took m
Poetry
what do you see when you look at me? do you see what I see? if I were to exsplain what I saw would it make your already distorted picture of me any clearer? Do you see my strength, and my ability to overcome? do you see tne love i have to give and the consant struggle i have showing you my heart? can you look past what you see and love me for who iam? so what do you see? do you see what i see? i guess it doesnt matter what you see all that matters is that these are gods gift too me...
Poetry
A GENTLE BREEZE SOFTLY COOL'S THE WARM NIGHT AIR YOUR SILKY BLACK HAIR SHIMMERING IN THE MOONLIGHT YOUR SOFT BROWN EYES HOLD ME IN A TRANCE STARS IN THE SKY BURNING SO BRIGHT SO QUIET SO PEACEFUL,BROKEN ONLY BY YOUR BEAUTY YOUR SWEET LIPS EVER SO CLOSE TO MINE I AM LOST I YOUR ARMS YOUR HANDS TAKES HOLD OFF MINE THE SPRAY FROM THE OCEAN'S WATERS COOLS THIS FIRE THAT BURNS EVER SO DEEP WITHIN HEART FOR YOUR LOVE IT ONLY YEARNS YOU PRESS YOUR LIPS TO MINE,A SOFT GENLT KISS SO SOFT,SO WARM YOUR ARMS AROUND ME TIGHT FOREVER LOST IN YOUR LOVE THIS MOONLIT SUMMER'S NIGHT
Poetry
Claytopia Claytopia, the treasure of one unseen by none will be found in one continues till he`s done Land seen by me for none to see Blind men can see for what they see can be eternally free even in me Revolution Born of this land free from first breath we glee All but everyone is free always held by a feen Blind men they are they cannot see afar behind they stare yet its hard to compare Comparison`s made to all will lead life to fall there free hearts will live on but in exchange there body`s gone Lost and found My love to give forever to live If we had doubted it was soon routed Go with it blind ill help you hide Not alone at night will bring new sight Happiness in me because of we Forever well be you and me Fish tank Doom Fish in a tank soon to of sank Boundry`s all around looking to be found Lost something now will bring you down Routine always repeating but never succeeding All that is fake will raise the s
Poet's Block
When you're a writer, things are pretty simple, There's grease stains on the keyboard And your desk smells. Like it was manufactured by KFC And to hell with coffee cups, Straight from the pot baby! I'm cranking out twenty pages a day here. Because I'm a writer And that's what writers do, they write! And if a day goes by that I don't write, It's called writer's block, And that spells disaster baby! Because it's a slippery slope that you just can't climb up Without an act of God to help you. But what if you're not a writer? What if you just write poetry. . . Every once in a while. What if you drink coffee only with friends, And you wouldn't be caught dead within half a mile of KFC. I'm an artist baby! It's my job to be misunderstood. So what happens if I don't write? One day. . .two days, Three months? Six? When does procrastination cross over into writers block? Where's the line? I don't know. But it's a good thing I thought of this and wrote it down. Becaus
Poetry
~How I Feel~ Written By: Alice C. No matter how many times we break up, no matter how many times I cry, I still find myself thinking of you, and I have no clue why. It could be because I love you, it could be because I miss you, Right now I am so confused and I don't really know what to do. I could go away and forget about the past, or I could stay around and make it last, I'm not to sure right now, but I will find out somehow. I want you to be my husband, and I want to be your wife, but it is up to you, and i will give you some time. I promised you I would change, and that I will do, but I need your help, you need to change some things to. I want you to know I love you, and that my love for you will last, it will never fade away, I can't put it in my past. I could make this poem last forever, but I will end it here, I hope you like it, I know I do, it even made me shed a tear.
Poetry
These are a few poems i wrote over the weekend, let me know what you think.. Thanks, Kristal Follow me, release your love, Join me at love's Elysium. Envisage my body neatly buried Beneath the petals of your seduction. Reveal to me your secret desires, Encompass your warmth around my soul. Dance with me, chant my name, Feel the passion burn within. Embrace this moment, as we two Indulge in love's rapture. Warmth of hand Tender touch Memories, fantasies Miss you much Stolen smile Telling heart Too much time Spent apart Choking tears Amongst regret Passing time Destiny set Open book In your eyes Longing love No more cries Together for almost a year We only had a few months to go You told me things aren't working out You tell me to move on and to go out and have fun My life with you was the most memorable Now that you aren't mine to hold and love My life is crashing down I'm lost without you dear... This was my worst f
"poetry"
"The Promise" I want to take you to places you've never been Show you what it's like to ride the color of the wind Wrap you in a world of love that only my heart can bring Surround you with security that will make your heart sing I want to do things with you that you have never done Walk with you down paths that neither of us has won Make your whole body tingle with just one glance I will do things to you never read in any romance I want to wrap my fingers all through your hair I'll show how much love two hearts can share So, this is "The Promise" From me to you I will always love and care for only you. "Tears Are Unspoken Words" Behind every tear there is a story Some are happy Some are sad Some are funny And some are glad. . . Some are healthy Some are sick Some are in pain And some are in vain. . . Some are surprise Some are excited Some are invited And some are delighted. . . Some are of birth Some are of death Some of them put our love to the te
Poetry
I look out the window, and watch the sun set I glance down ay my son as he pats his pet I see his smile, a smile so bright A smile that gets me through the darkest of nights I hold him close, I smell a faint fragrance of lavender in his hair I whisper in his ear "mommy loves you and I'll aways be near" I tell him "someday a girl is going to break your heart" "try not to dwell, there is always a new start" I tell him life won't always be fair but try to live it without worry or care Always be honest, loving, and kind Always be respectful, it will clear your mind things in life will tear you down be strong, pick yourself up off the ground Don't ever think you dissapoint me You are my life, you are the best of me How do I explain life to this little boy A life so precious, he has brought me so much joy when his little hand is in mine I realize life is good, and I am fine As he grows into a man, I will grow old But in my heart it's Zaynes smile I hold D.L. Abrams copy
Poetry
I have little to offer unbroken, Perhaps only words unspoken. I give you my thoughts, Though long ago lost the plot. I give you my shell, I'll not need it in hell. I give you my mind, Though only a maze you'll find. I give you my soul, In life it was never whole. I give you my heart, Though already shattered apart. Yours though you never thought to ask, I am left with a final task... I give you my last breath, In life and love and death. K
A Poetic Fairy Tale...
I wont be on Monday but I figured I would give you something different to read. This is a poetic fairy tale. There are 12 chapters...Here is Chapter 1 Once upon a time there was a man Who lived his life taking a stand Went about his day being a knight in shining armor Saving damsels in distress from uncertain horrors Never asking for anything return Not even a thank you or an encouraging word Always hearing about men and thier evil ways Refused to be like them until his dying day At the risk of sounding selfish, he began to wonder Why do all the damsels always run to another Still he carried on his self imposed duties And continued to rescue damsels and wonder at thier beauty But every now and then his mind would run astray Often wondered if he had the strength to carry on this way See this knight dreamt of being a king The only piece that was missing was his queen And to this day he wonders if fate will be so kind To give him the
Poetry
........WHERE ANGELS TREAD......... WHERE ANGELS TREAD,DEATH DOES COME,TO DELIVER MY LOVED ONE.HE BRINGS THEM HOME SAFE AND SOUND, TO THE GATES OF HEAVEN AND TRUMPETS SOUND.THE GLORY OF THE ANGELS ARE WHAT MAKES LIFE WORTH TAKING RISKS. THEY SING IN OUR HEARTS,WHISPER IN OUR EAR,GUIDE OUR CONSCIENCE,AND SHOW US FEAR.THEY TREAD UPON THE FIBERS OF LIFE,HOLDING OUR HAND AND TEACHING US RIGHT.THEY SEEK TO PLEASE,GIVING UNCONDITIONALLY, THE LOVE WE SEEK AND THE HAPPINESS WE BREATHE.GOING IT ALONE,IS NOT AN OPTION,FOR WHERE ANGELS TREAD IS THE LAND OF THE DEAD,TAKING US HOME TO GOD ABOVE.THEY FLOW THROUGH THE FABRIC OF TIME, GUIDING LIGHTS AND BEACONS OF LOVE.GIVING TO EACH OF US.NEVER ASKING FOR ANYTHING IN RETURN, THEY ARE THE LIGHT WE CAN NOT SPURN...TODAY WAS A SORROWFUL AND HARD TIME,FOR THE ONES I LOVE AND CHERISH IN MY LIFE,THEY NOW KNOW WHAT IT MEANS FOR THE ANGEL OF DEATH TO COME IN BETWEEN. HE TOOK AWAY A SON,BROTHER,GRAND CHILD AND FRIEND,LEAVING BEHIND THE HURT AND
Poetry 1
I wake myself talking in my sleep Way too down To even eat A voice drifts softly On my mind Will there ever be Another time Afraid to go to bed Cause its to cold Nothing there for me Just pillows to hold I know one day I will be fine Getting over love Just takes time Day by day It comes and goes This kinda pain Doesn't always show So I make a promise To the man in the mirror To just let go And hope life gets clearer
Poetry
I look into your eyes, i see strength, Your heart over flows with love, yet you dont see it, i can feel it.. know i feel your love when you look at me, when you speak to me, and know i love you fully with no doubtful thoughts, a love you can see, and touch, i cherish you and respect you as a woman, as a person, as a companion and partner, i am yours, and i love you
" Poetry "
" POETRY " Poetry is feelings that is every man's dream. Invisible thoughts that have no name. We have no doubt, we can conceive. It is people like you who dont believe. Poetry is sweet melodies and lonely hearts. Poetry is everything that is worlds apart.
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The Darkness Running scared, She sprints down the dim wooded path. The darkness that had haunted her, Hungry again. She trips, Landing on the ground in a pile of leaves. She jumps up, And runs on. Afraid of The Shadow that stalks her, She doesn't look back. Slowing to a halt, Her lungs burn, Her legs weak. Holding her breath, Giving in to his power, She slowly turns. The Darkness surrounds her, Satisfying his hunger.
Poetry
why do i feel the way i do mad at the world all day through everydays the same trouble expressing my pain i think im goin insane fighting and yelling its not me got me wanderin who i used to be who is this under the skin where has this person been i rally wanna run away and just get through this stupid day when i get home ill sleep it away try to wake up not so grey why cant things be done the easy way better people...make better days just when you think its figured out your whole world flips upside down headaches that wont go away at work or at play they come everyday im like a walking time bomb ready to explode when will i, i dont even know i just wanna know why inside i feel like ive died if i had one wish it would be to somehow set my soul free and find the true inner me by. heather dattoli
Poetry
Poetry Tonight There is poetry in the sky tonight Magnificence is in the air There is love within my heart tonight And you are the one who put it there There is poetry in the sky tonight Excellence upon the ground My past memories grow dimmer as my future begins to glimmer There is poetry in the sky tonight Romance is everywhere Moonlight slowly fades away as shines the light of a brand new day. Belle 8/20/07
Poetry
Frustrations peeking, anxiety creeping,crying weeping in need for sleeping. Cant bring myself to relax,get halfway there and sanity steps out. Do I deserve it,can I afford it. So much to do,so much to prepare, not sure if I'm here or there. Not feeling needed words not heeded. Thoughts go unspoken, promises broken. For fear of rejection in my own reflection. Trying to help but none for myself. I see a future it's bright,from a pessimist told my optimisms bold. Fear for my soul, losing emotional control A home a heart a love I hope,from my past it looks like nope. Going crazy,feeling lazy,future hazy. Can I get there when I dont know where? Can I be here and not feel near? Not knowing where I'm going,or what my future is showing. Is there love and laughter,happily ever after. Alone or lonely, am I my one and only? Tired of being sorry,sad, made to be mad. Don't want the pain,the guilt I've gained,it's driving me insane. I feel at fault when I'm not for all. My life g
Poetry!
I've mentioned to a few that I have dabbled in poetry and have had a few publised! I wan't to share a few of them over time with my friends here! Feel free to express your feelings. "Our Lord,His Way!" The Lord gave us life, To do as we will. Yet our lives have not changed, And may never still. Our minds were given to think and to plan. To live out our lives as woman and man. We may not be good, and seldom seem strong! But will live out our lives, by what's right or what's wrong. As Christians we'll live as intended by GOD, To be relished with love or punished with rod! Tomarrow he'll come, We pray this each day, Those who love him will go Those who don't, they must stay! This is our fate in a world filled with pain! This is our fate in the Devils domain!
Poetry In Motion
This one was the first to be published. I hope you'll like it. "ON A CLOUD" "Watch the shies", He told us this, If somthing else, His gift you'll miss. Like a thief, He'll come again. To save the souls of rightiouse men! "A cloud he says", He'll come upon, and watch I will from dusk till dawn. For If I misshis second visit, My life will go, My soul goes with it. A pit of sulpherwaits for those, Who will not learn from prophits old. The bodies weak, It will not do, Those things which GOD has told us to. Listen now to what I right, Our time is turning into night. Give over what is wrong for right, For now we end this soulful plight!
Poetry
**********************************************Here are some poems of mine,copywritten by me.I hope someone out there enjoys them.;-)************************************************ ~The Poison Berry~ The tempting flower takes her No matter how hard she tries For it is stronger than her, From time to time She drinks the poison berry As I watch her spirit die... ************************************************* ~Apology~ She forever loved him in a time long ago She embraced his soul like no other A love so rare He kept her heart in his hand When noone was watching he crushed it with his fingers Just to watch it bleed He tried piecing it back together But panicked as her blood swam away He found all the pieces,so he thought it was ok But yet her sould cried out From so far away The pain was so deep How could he hurt her so All the love they shared Suddenly slipped away He told her he was sorry As her broken heart slowly healed She was to
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Poetry
Dream of a Love that's Untouched, pure as Snow on a Winter's Day. My Word's Written, Dream of An Inner Peace, a Santuary of Warmth Found In The Arms Of Your Love. You've Created In Me A Warmth That One Feels When the Morning Sun Rise's that Warm's Me To The Very Core. Your Spirit Run's Like The Wind Strong and Forceful, Yet Calm and Gentle to the Touch. The Caress of Your Lips Against Mine Reaches the Very Depth of My Soul. Even When Life Seems Bleek and Full of Darkness, Your My Shinning Light. The Dream Thats Makes My Heart, Beat as One With Your's Forever. I Hold That Love, Locked Away in My Heart Forever Untouched.....
Poetry
Thunderous Silence Like wings of a dove, searing to the heavens, peace and tranquility among us. No words spoken, no words needed just a glance or a touch.... Two souls collide, becoming as one they reach their ultimate exstacy and reach it as one. Life and love have no barrier's there is no judgement. For what is felt, its pure from the heart.... Like rain in the misty morning, the soft touch of rain pattering on the roof top. Two hearts beat as one.... Author...Me... So be nice lol
Poetry
The Path Just beyond the city lights Not too far away Secluded from the noise Other than the trickle of the stream There is a path That will peel the stress away Like the layers of the trees And when you look up Only to see speckles of sun Dancing with the leaves The air is crisp A mysterious place Full of wonders Where you roam its space Trails leading to treasure Wounds heal and strength builds Passions replenish Consumed with every breath Mesmerizing intensity Encapsulating you in its essence For all that it has endured Captivated by its intricate simplicity
A Poet Of Romania (from Iris)
I bring you this, intact, as Iris published it in her "About Me" section. (English translation follows the Romanian) YOU MEN, TAKE A MINUTE AND READ THESE LYRICS! IT IS A POEM COMPOSED BY THE ROMANIAN NATIONAL POET, EMINESCU IN 1879! DO YOU THINK YOU COULD EVER SEE AN WOMAN LIKE THIS?ANSWER THIS HONESTLY TO YOURSELVES! ATAT DE FRAGEDA... (ROMANIAN) Abia atingi covorul moale, Matasa suna sub picior Si de la crestet pâna-n poale Plutesti ca visul de usor. Din încretirea lungii rochii Rasai ca marmura în loc S-atârna sufletu-mi de ochii Cei plini de lacrimi si noroc. O, vis ferice de iubire, Mireasa blânda din povesti, Nu mai zâmbi! A ta zâmbire Mi-arata cât de dulce esti, Cât poti cu-a farmecului noapte Sa-ntuneci ochii mei pe veci, Cu-a gurii tale calde soapte, Cu-mbratisari de brate reci. Deodata trece-o cugetare, Un val pe ochii tai fierbinti: E-ntunecoasa renuntare, E umbra dulcilor dorinti. Te duci, s-am întel
Poetry
like the wings of an eagle majestic and free. two hearts are beating as one heart would be. when i gaze in your eyes i can see only love. your a beautiful angel from the heavens above. whenever im near you my heart skips a beat. the first time we met i was swept from my feet. soulmates are special like one of a kind. its the one special gift that is so hard to find. i just want to kiss you so softly and slow. and hold you so gently and never let go. those are the feelings a soulmate can bring. its the feeling of true love the most wonderful thing.
Poetry
virgin snow so fluffy and white. has covered the ground from a wintery night. rooftops all covered with blankets of snow. the winter has brought us a beautifull show. children are playing and running about. tracking through snow as they scream and they shout. snow flakes are falling and touchng the ground. so light and so gentle not making a sound. soon will be christmas its that time of year. egg-nog and presents with joy and much cheer.
Poetry
friends are forever as long as thier true. they share every moment both happy or blue. a friend is to lean on when lfe treats you bad. a friend makes you smile when your feeling so sad. friends stick together right to the end. there is nothing more loyal than a true honest friend. a friend can be comfort when pain meets your fate. they are always there for you never making you wait. so cherrish your friendship and treat it with care. and the ones you are friends with will always be there.
Poetry
fubar.com and happy hour too. where you meet alot of people and friends are always true. you can buy a friend a drink or send a friendly gift. your making people happy and help thier spirits lift. you can send a sexy comment or rate an awsome pic. you can help eachother level and move up pretty quick. you can make a friendly flirt or send a secret crush. or get chellendged to a private game its such an awsome ruch. the bible here at fubar will help you cruise along. so read the fubar bible and your sure to not go wrong.
Poetry
As sure the sun is destined to rise I can see charm and beauty in your eyes A rose bush has pedals But also has thorns Take the good with the bad Grab the bull by the horns Love is so fragile like a house full of glass If you throw stones of anger the love will never last Cherish the feelings you hold in your heart And the virtues of marriage will not fall apart Like roses in the spring time that bloom every year Your love is forever that is what i hold dear So i give you this ring with thee i shall wed I'll always be with you Be alive-be dead
"poetic Love Rant"
I'm done you won Is that what you want to hear Aint no use anymore You settled your score Now you've come back For what more There's none left Nothing in me You've drained it all Left me empty Once again I'm here Wondering why If the bottom line was love I'm here standing here alone With no one to share it with Not talking about me and you I'm talking about You you you you and yes even you You know who you are Or maybe you don't Maybe you dont care Or maybe you hope That'd I'd forget See I'm tired of you calling me about him Not not that situation Although it seems like so many times I'm in The same damn predicament This suit of armor can't get rid of it Gift and a curse Except its only been the worse I never changed from start to finish We just opened up And my love you didn't let in You I'm tired of seeing your face I'm sick and tired of hearing your name But it's not your fault Your not to blame I'm so confused What's a boy to do Yet I'm a m
Poetry: Tulips… His Lips… Her Lips…
Tulips… His lips… Her lips… Taking her by the hand Slowing undressing her her hair falling around her face His lips softly brushing her neck Soft sighs escaping her lips His lips finding hers Softly tasting He lays her out before Him Inhaling her scent She trembles with anticipation He holds a red tulip He brushes it across her lips The softness of the petals she feels the silkiness on her breasts her nipples become erect she feels His lips In line with the petals From one nipple to the other she sucks in her breath As tremors inside her begin Tulips down her tummy His lips following the path Tulips brushing her two lips below Silky sensations ignite His lips are not far behind His lips now on her lips below Butterflies take flight in her soul Her hips moving with His lips A rhythm of passion A song they’ve made their own His lips possess her Knowing she is owned Moans escape her lips While His lips take control Over her two lips below
Poetry Of Course!!
One Person One good person in life can make all the bad people disappear. One person can make all the pain seem like a dream. One person can smile and light up an entire room. One person can make the world a better place. One person can give another hope. One person can make a dream come true. One person can give another love. That one person is you. :by Addon
Poetry
I have this wee fellow who lives in my brain... He taunts me,he teases me,he makes me insane... Though how he can do that when I already am... Is one for the young "shrink,doctor"man... The meds aren't effective,they just make me lazy. Though the world's rather pretty through vision that's hazy..... He's starting to scream at this tiime of year; that he's all I need.... Get rid of all these others on here..... Can't let him succeed for he hurts those I know.. Uses words like hammers to deliver his blows.... He doesn't know love,only anger and hate..,,,, Been alone all his life,been beaten and raped... When I give my trust he laughs in my ear.... Tells me I'll be sorry,instills the old fears... When I try to explain why I am what I am..... The looks of disgust close the door with a slam...... No more will I give a person a chance..... To trample my heart through life's little dance. The wee man's myself though a female I be.... For perhaps as a male I co
Poetry
i didnt see the traffic lite. or hear the tires screech. i was drinking with my buddies. on the way back from the beach. i could hear the siren blaring. as i senced the smell of gas. i could see the twisted metal. and shards of broken glass. i could see them pull my body. from the bloody grousome wreck. i could see the blood was gushing. from the gash inside my neck. i watched the paddles shock me. i knew i must be dead. i screamed for them to save me. from beneath the bloody sheet. no one seemed to hear me. just a body in the street. i knew they were preparing. to lay me down to rest. but i hoped that i was dreaming. and this was just a test. then im in a casket. as people sobbed and cried. thats when it finally hit me. i really must have died. dedicated to all the lives lost due to sensless drinking and driving. my heart goes out to those who have lost loved ones this way.
Poetry
like fresh fallen snow. so virgin and pure. children are angels. i know this for sure. thier smiles are brite. thier hearts are so clean. they bring so much joy. if you know what i mean. never a day. not even an hour. that i doubt that thier precious. as a fresh blooming flower. as a ather i tell you. as sure as i breath. a childs the gift. that no one should leave. a childs our future. so give them your hand. and show them the guidance. to be brilliant and grand. AMEN i love my children
Poetry
i love the four seasons. both summer and fall. but i love spring and summer. the best of them all. with spring comes the flowers. so brilliant and brite. and the weather is perfect. especially at night. and then there is summer so sunny and hot. theres swimming and camping. or sailing a yaht. but fall brings a change. in all that we see. like leaves changing color. that fall from the tree. winter will follow. the snow is so white. the landscape so breathless. what a wonderfull site. so in closing i tell you. and never forget. that all the four seasons. are the best free gift yet
Poetry
like morning dew. and rays of sun. our hearts are two. but beat as one. we share our thoughts. within our mind. and treat each other. fair and kind. when we are far. and long apart. our souls remain. as a beating heart. we have a valued. gift to share. a common bond. with loveing care. the night we had. our time alone. a seed of life. was brought back home. so now we share. just one more thing. the joy and thrill. a child will bring. dedicated to our daughter brooklyn ridge
Poetry
there once was a baby. so pretty and sweet. a precious young smile. and cute little feet. she was born in the winter. so perfect and clean. the most beautifull creature. my eyes ever seen. the way that she giggles. just brings so much joy. when mommy and daddy. give her a toy. when she is sleeping. shes pretty and pure. she must be an angel. for this i am sure. and when her eyes open. im sure shell still be. the most beautiful baby. one ever will see. we love you brook
Poetry
potatoes and gravy. like carrots and beans. go together like love birds. and kids in thier teens. like horse is to carriage. and sun is to moon. twilight to darkness. and day is to noon when two minds alike. come together as one. it makes life worth living. and brings so much fun. one thing i am sure of. and this is no lie. if i didnt have friendship. i think i would die. friends are forever. through thick and through thin. you know where your going. and share where youve been. when your heart becomes heavy. with nowher to turn. a friend gives you courage. and love to return. when two hearts are beating. like one single drum. then you know that the magic. of friendships begun. dedicated to all my great friends
Poetry
a son and his mother. are two worlds apart. but they both love each other. right from the start. as a very young boy. about two maybe three. i hugged my dear mother. as i sat on her knee. she came to my bedside. to read me a book. she showed that she loved me. with one simple look. as i grew even older. becoming a teen. my mother still loved me. but said i was mean. becoming a man. i reflect on it all. and my mother has been there. since before i could crawl. so mother i love you. with all of my soul. im glad that you raised me. you played a big role. dedicated to my mother. you may have passed on, but your still in my heart. i love you.........
Poetry
a memorie is sacred. so pure and so true. its with you forever. in all that you do. never forgotten. it seeds in your mind. sometimes it haunts you. sometimes its kind. the deep darkest secrets. that no one wil tell. are there in the shadows. of a memorie so well. if moments were minutes. and hours were days. then the thoughts of our memories. would soon fade away. so live for the present. forget not the past. and treat every memorie as if its the last.
Poetry
the laughter of children. and shuffling of feet. makes the firt day of preschool. almost complete. first there is pencils. then paper and crayons. with teachers and parents. both making thier plans. the teacer gets ready. as kids take thier seats. with so much to do. so many to meet. the class room is noisy. and scary at first. but it quickly gets better. before it gets worse. there are blocks there for building. and toys to have fun. so much excitement. the days just begun. then come the cookies. and juice box galore. the kids become smiling. and yearning for more. what started as fear. has ended in glee. the children discovered. how preschool will be.
Poetry
"Our GOD, His Love" With love so pure, A love not greed, He has come to grant our every need! With love and wisdom our souls will grow, In only a way our lord would know. To here it said, Our souls are lost, Yet GOD is here, He's still our boss. Tomarrow will come, and tonight will surely go, Our Lords great love will binde our souls!
Poet Tree
I look out my room's window and picture the things we dreamed about doing or Who we would meet or what they would say. painted love served on a silver platter. Everything is what it seems. I am always. I am never. ending in a tragedy.
Poetry
These are poems I have written do not rip Please!!! Blah , Blah , Blah I here you say nothing more nothing less Because I stare out into space thinking nothing more nothing less but still I hear your thoughts expressed Caught up in emotions like everyone else I get up and walk away with nothing more nothing less to say Truth in expression with our words we speak to one another , our fears , our hopes , our desires , but are we liars Nothing more Nothing Less These paths we have chosen are they what we really choose or what was given to us by nothing more nothing less
Poet Laureate
true inspiration comes from everywhere.....even the least expected....this inspires me.... Alone in my room, looking thru the 32X telescope zoom adjusting the focus of the moon One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume is nothing more then a subjective conclusion What is the maximum field rate application? the run away glaciation surrounding the ocean basin affects the population, fluctuation on a continuous basis but thats just the basics The juxtaposition of Canibus's position the precision something no other has written Way above and beyond what was intended the unparallel Malleable annunciation of a sentence You didnt go to college obviously I can tell by your ungodly unintelligible terminology A remarkable odyssey, the rhymes of modern speeds when the brain orders the body not to breathe Incompetency is not up to speed, you not in my league you couldnt possibly be hotter then me Or oppositely your minus 25 degrees,
Poetry
The Dream Her arms reach out to touch him, yet he is not close enough.She says to be gentle and he is intamitally rough. She hears him whispering and moaning into her ear,saying all the things she has longed to hear. He carresses her moist body, as they begin to sweat.She jerks with excitement, the closer he gets. She feels his lips on her body and she begins to sway. She moans with rythm as he begins to play. She feels her body tense as her dream comes to an end, but he doesn't go away for she dreams of him again. Julie
Poetry By Me
A Dancers Creed Seduction Conduction I do so well; causing swell. Mind tease so easily pleased. Pleasure i send, needs i mend. Lost they are, weak, not the boss, not happy...empty... they pay my cost. I say words that brings loins to life. My curves grind in fevored might. I take his bills; and sigh... smile... and say GOODBYE!
Poetry ~ Yula, (wheel Of The Year) Pagan Holiday Poem
For those who may not know, today is the winter solstice. The longest day of the year. It is when then sun is furtherest from us on the Northern hemisphere.. . This day has been celebrated for 10's of thousands of years, for after today begins the new cycle and when the sun begins it journey back to nurture us. To ancient pagans this day was called Yule so.. This is my little gift to to everyone on Fubar in the true spirit of The solstice. I wish everyone a very happy Yuletide - Holidays!!! Yula (Old Norse for wheel of the year. Origin of Yule) As the wheel of this year grinds to its end. In these darkest days, we bond with our kin. Friends & all gather to feast, And offer gifts in this time peace. To brighten cheeks & warm our hearts, Strengthening the union of thy hearth. Lighting the Yule log of ash with ashes, Of yesteryears flame, as it flickers & flashes. For twelve hours with luck, it will burn. An ignite & alight on the very first turn. Bless'ed, Ev
Poetry By Me
A slaves Journey Who am i? Born as i am, Aries' fire burning inside her and craves ONEs' guidance and unquestioning commands. It burns wildly at times, but always a steady flame, intense heat fevers flesh that NEEDS to be owned. Pleasure she brings Him, over and again and again. A Master needs this slave, somewhere she knows... His hands ready to mold this creation to be, a work that gives freely to Him... needing to grow. His naked property with head bowed kneeled with knees spread, in front of Him, Ready to serve, wants to do as He wishes, and make Him wanton to feed her His manhood, without any reserves. His touch sometimes beats me, binds me and stings her flesh, His signature of art upon her, making the fire eternal, an obsession drives her, heart and soul. His propertys neck waits and longs for His ring, a collar of ownership, that He leads her by, proud of her Yes He loves her, No doubt this now He sees. Trusting Him deeper and bigger than the heaven
Poets Of America
Poetry is a form of expression. Sometimes it helps to get rid of my depression. Many hours I spend on this pad of paper thinking. Wandering how I'm going to keep my eyes open, winking. In the wee hours of the night my ideas come to mind. One problem, no paper or pen I can find. Love, death, broken hearts, I've heard it all. I keep my poems locked up behind a wall. No one sees them, very few. Every time I let a person read one they get a different view. Poetry is a form of artistic talent. It's a very long hard challenge. By...me Stacie Arnold
Poetry In The Making
passion without words. life without meaning. What's it all matter if we can't go on dreaming? Some say it gets better. Some say never fear. What's it all matter if you never have shed a tear? Art without canvas. A sky without blue. What's it all matter if I don't have you? Passion without purpose Life without death What's all matter if I don't have a breath? Some say life is too short Some say live for the day What's it all matter if you have nothing to say? Music without sound Paper without pen What's it all matter when you live in sin? Life is a mystery Life we live in mysery No end just stuck in a passion What's it all matter in mid session?
Poetry
i could fight but i won't try, i know we'll never say goodbye, I swear i'll love you til i die, you are all i live for, yes i could try to pretend, make you think that this could end, but i wont cos ur my best friend, yes you are all i live for, i might not be there by your side, i won't deny the tears i've cried, but there's so much love here inside that i could never let go, understand how it's hurting me, know that you are all i need, i don't ever want to be free, cos u are all i live for.
Poetry
This is for all the poeple out there that is in love. A touch, soft and tender. A whisper, full of desire A gasp of sweet surrender As passion fuels the fire No words spoken between them No promises to be kept No lies being told tonight No looking back - no regrets Longing to hold each other Such precious little time Both vowed to another Being lonely their only crime Tomorrow bringing sorrow A brief moment of shame With the memory of this one night A release from passion's flames
Poetry
Blackness in stereo Can you hear it? Blackness in stereo Can you feel it? The vibration knocks you to the ground Blackness in stereo Can you see it... surrounding your head, screaming at you from every angle englufing your mind, tearing at your senses... IT NEVER STOPS You cry out in pain, begging to be heard... yet there's nothing NOTHING, but Blackness in Stereo
Poetry
Was the world one big tragedy? Roaming through the shadows of traveled roads Starving for a hope fulfilled, a dream that touches your hand. Motivation through the clarity of geniune thought, of what must be done No tragedy will deter the will of man, if in his heart he believes it must be done. -Ajc
Poetry
"I see the demons in my soul that urge me to be like the rest, but then I see the potential in people to do good to the rest, driving me to motivate the rest, to show them they are blessed." -Legacy
Poetry
My heart will eventually find a partner, whether its in the shadows of the city or in the penthouse overlooking it. -legacy
Poetry
Sometimes we tend to ponder and stumble over thoughts dancing in our minds , this continues for only a few moments in time as we slip back to reality realizing it's all an old memory Wisping you to a far away day when you felt life was perfected in it's own simple way , A brisk wind sweeps you off your feet , as a feather your body feels afloat , a harsh landing is what is coming Dropping you to the ground , grasping for air since you feel there is an end to everything near So this ends the daydreaming & here we begin another day
Poetry
Once you give your heart to someone you don't always have it returned in the same manner as you gave it Sometimes , torn & tattered , other's with more love than intended But , I have given it to someone once and only was it to be returned in a small blank envelope torn into shreads , bleeding in the palm of my hand when delivered Super glue won't even put it back together just time and new memories along the way hoping the next time it is sent to anothers thats where it will stay But not gauranteeing that this is my hearts Fate of Love
Poetry Of The Past
Unintelligent (01/02/04) Blight of a nation, and yet no sensation, Slight infestation, cannibalization. The Glenlivet boost up my Ego Like a balloon in inflation. My name is Arthur, not Aaron or Anthony. Someone tell me, what's a cacophony? The way I fuck is a blasphemy? Well, fuck you, it's all in the past for me. You think I'm a stealer, I think you're a squealer. You morons think there's more to reveal, a Guy makes a dollar more and you holler Like your favorite whore, so call her. Rodents and Carrion, not vagrants, but variant, So when I need help, suddenly you're arrogant... Pain (05/18/05 They say duct-tap fixes everything. If so, I'd like to meet a mechanic licensed for open-heart surgery. Maybe then, I could go prancing about, not fearing purgery. OR!!! I hear Bondo's a good patch, if there's a hole. Right now a bowling ball couldn't catch in that hole in my soul. I been bereaved of the one thing in my life that cleaved through my strife and I WON
Poetry
Invictus OUT of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud, Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find me, unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. William Ernest Henley
Poetry
I look into your eyes, I can not help but stare, My King, The man i've traveled many worlds to find, I have slayed the evil wizard, He will haunt me no more, I ride my dragon trough the sky, Knowing I would do anything so I never make you cry, Accept the gift of love I have bestowed upon you, Although when I was upon my quest, You turned your love away, Bequething another to my dismay, Now I walk the woods with my sorrow hanging around my head, Without my elven king, Inside of me is dead!
Poetry
Star crossed lovers, Never meant to be, Kisses sweet, Ocean Breeze, Do tell me whats on your mind, I have nothing but time, Touch so gentle, It won't last, Is it just some more of the past, Tell me no lies, I whisper my secerts, Enfolded in your arms
Poetry
In The Corner I remember Sitting in the room With all of them And you Watching me play Drunken fingers nimbly abusing four strings And when they all departed you stayed To talk For hours To establish the patten That would define us for the future And when you went You left Me with the memories I can't seem to forget
Poetry
When We Move On When we move on we make a choice..... a choice to survive or to give up. A decission made that can change a life or two. When we move on we can do it in two different ways..... we can either do it by excepting what we can not change.... or we can dweal on the negative and never move on. When we move on it is expected that we make a choice..... a choice to live and be who we are...... and regardless we travel down the path that will challenge us. When we move on.....
Poetry Of A Drunkened Soldier
today was hard i think ill end it with a wiskey lullaby i have grown to become attached to the weekening nerve of alcohol everyday i promise myself to quit but then i just say tommorow it been along week this work isnt hard broke at the end of the week and stuck with no car dam those DUI's lol its gotten me real far but for some reasons i am stuck with this burdon one of my four very good friends we always have a ball john, tahnee, paul and ALCOHOL
Poetry
Never Have I Fallen Your lips speak soft sweetness Your touch a cool caress I am lost in your magic My heart beats within your chest I think of you each morning And dream of you each night I think of your arms being around me And cannot express my delight Never have I fallen But I am quickly on my way You hold a heart in your hands That has never before been given away
Poetry: Suicide
Your face is still so crystal clear as tho etched into my mind tho many years have come and gone since you left this life behind. Your pain, your sole undoing that drove you from this place the strain far more than you could bear far more than you could face. I sensed that you were slipping tho denials had been made I feared the time at hand was short and much too soon you'd fade. And yet...I remained unprepared for the inevitability the call to say you'd gone away a stark reality! An eerie sense of longing for your constant pain to cease now realized, I felt the loss tho you had found your peace. Torn between relief and grief your memory lingers on like the echo of a storm thats passed although its long since gone.
Poetry
I am who I am, to those who made fun, I didn't falter, I didn't run. I may be what you call a nerd, but that won't stop me, I am who I am, and thats all I will ever be. All those years of torture, through life and school, I wasn't hip, I wasn't cool. But now here I am, as steady as ever, cause I know to never say never. So I say once again, with all my pride, I am who I am, and it was a heck of a ride!!!!
Poetry
The horizon of my mind blurs with the beating of your hearts! Quickened with the pulse of your soul, lashed and thrashed with shadows of hate lingering closely. Unbound by lustfull thoughts of grandure and unseemingly guilty passions. Smells of fear are sweet on my lips! Death is far from my grasp, held by human bounds, teathered by Worldly Lusts. Your pain is my pleasure, my sex, my home! Die, hate, lust and greed, live and die for me! hell is your home and hate is your wife.
Poetry Disclaimer ....read It!
My Poetry, songs and short stories: I have written hundreds upon hundreds of poems and a few short(erotic) stories through the years. The first poem I had submitted was published and is now in the library of Trinity High School in Euless, TX. Due to some stupid acts on my part, almost half of them have since been thrown away never again to be seen. Some of them I do remember, Some I hold dear to my heart. Others were just for the fuck of it, shock value, and some just really made no sense at all. If you have ever written poetry you know how this works. This shit just pops in your head and you have to write it down or you can't think of anything else, or you forget it. I honestly believe it's a gift.... I just don't utilize it nearly as much as I should. By the way, some of this shit can and is a bit off the wall.. NO I'm not some fucking Emo kid who wants to slit my wrists and beg for attention... It's just words... some with no meaning to me what-so-ever. Either
Poetry
I love writing poetry Shows people what I go through An who I am by personality Writing is the best Way of showing my feelings Good or bad feelings I am able to make friends By expressing my thoughts That's the greatest thing about poetry Showing everything about who you are Even writing stories Shows like poetry does That's the best thing with a writing career
Poetry
Have you ever loved but were afraid?, Just the thought makes you wanna runaway?, You don't want the hurting part when they don't stay, All you can do is get down on your knees and pray, I ask myself this everyday!, Where is my "one" who will hold my hand?, Where is my soulmate?, The one who can understand?, The burning inside my heart grows stronger, Should i run or open up like a flower leaning toward the sun? Back in bed I lay next to you, You open your eyes and smile, Knowing I love you, I nestle my head next to yours, If I ran I'd turn back not even breaking a mile!
Poetry
in a world where all is just as it seems, i wander in the shadows that have been cast by dreams, at wat point do we realize we arent safe in our own minds? that our thoughts will be judged by those who r blind, blind to the images that make us who we r, and the paths we have chosen that bare us as scars, we will continue the struggle on these sleepless nights, 2 afraid to be me for fear of hate and spite, but im tired of bein judged by those who cant be me, yet still i bare this burden cause only i can free me, but is feedom the issue if i cant escape my sins? would i give up my soul 2 feel safer in my skin? could we put a price on the things that would seem trivial 2 most? could we continue to live the lies that keep us hidden from our ghosts? could we travel on the path that would prevent us from bein real? the parts of us that will decide who we r and what we feel? i vow from this day fourth to stop running from the pain, and hold my head up high traversing this roc
Poetry
I know two people with two separate lives, Two minds living in two different worlds. Two worlds that are felt, that are seen in the eyes, In the eyes of one boy and one girl. Two worlds. Two people with two hearts. They know their worlds are apart. Two worlds with one wish under the sun, One wish that two worlds will be one. Two worlds. Two souls with one destiny. Two loves that were meant to be. Two paths intertwined into one road. Someday, they’ll have each other to hold. If you look close, I think you’ll find That those two worlds are yours and mine. And even though we’re worlds apart, Your whole world is in my heart.
Poetry
Etched in my skin is the hurt you provoked, I try to cut the hate out but it sticks out and bloats, Watching the bllod drip, They feel like tears, Thinkin of all the fucked up things you did to me through the years, I was no angel i admit that, I didn't deserve the abuse you dished out, I'm so sick of the melanchaly I feel, I just want something real.
Poetry
I lived,I loved,I prayed, Eventually I got saved, Although I perfer the dark of night, Watching the stars twinkling bright, Twisted visions within my sight, Mangled jack o lanterns, Satin sheets, Candle scent oh so sweet. Deadening memories haunt my heart, Things that have ripped it apart, So much abuse so little time, Phantoms, Nightmares, Crying..........sigh.
The Poe Toaster
We all have thing to do before we die, seeing the Poe toaster is one of mine. "He" has somewhat gone of the rails of the last few years, still a frightfully good jest. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poe_Toaster The Poe Toaster is the unofficial nickname given to a mysterious figure who pays an annual tribute to American author Edgar Allan Poe by visiting the author's original grave marker on his birthday. The unexplained tradition began in 1949, a century after Poe's death, and has occurred on the author's birthday (January 19) of every year since. In the early hours of the morning on that date, a black-clad figure, presumed to be male, with a silver-tipped cane enters the Westminster Hall and Burying Ground in Baltimore, Maryland. The individual proceeds to Poe's grave, where he or she raises a cognac toast. Before departing, the Toaster leaves three red roses and a half-bottle of cognac on the grave. The roses are believed to represent Poe, his wife Virginia, and his mother-in
Poetry: A Thought
A single thought is born, bursting forth from the flames of frustration. A young and bright little Phoenix, beating its newborn wings. Another is born, crowing in with its sibling, working together to make both more real. More thoughts are born, each spark from the flames beating its fiery wings. They fill my head, all screeching out thier part of an idea... a strange symphony of life. fiery beating wings fill my head, crowd about, spill forth.... I think So I am.
Poetry
One of many.... I write alot, just thought i might share one. I am sure I will post more later..... My soul By : Tony Thompson Heaven is a fantasy, I doubt that I will see, when I look into the skies, The stars all seem, To laugh at me, I know that when I close my eyes, I know on the day that I die, I will drift into nothing, Alone in space, Finally damned to my fate, Alone and out of place, There is no heaven, For souls that are lost, Broken, beaten and battered, There is no heaven, Too high a cost, For a soul that has been shattered.
Poetry
If I leave today,don't shed a tear. Just remember the times we had when I was here. Just smile and thank god for your life. Never walk while your down,keep your stride. But to think of me,think of me as a good friend. But just remember when the sun rises you day begins. SO if i leave today,don't shed a tear. We'll hang out again,I'll bring the beer,I'll bring the beer.
The Poet's Pain
The Poet's Pain The day is nothing but a memory, Yet tomorrow is not quite here. The incense sparks inside my nose, The rain plays a symphony to my ear. Sleep has hid its magic from me While ideas run through my head If only I could pass on the words, So I can retire to my bed. Sharing the prose would give me joy, And put my brain at rest for the night. But, there is no greater sadness Than a poet's hand that will not write Copyright ©2007
Poetry Attempt
thunder of fire rumbles thru raging battles fought for mankind. the dying lay restless yet frozen their forever is now, they have no more time. The reaper covets the souls of the soon departed men. When madness reigns will the carnage ever come to an end. fighting for people we don't even know against men we don't even owe. the costs are paid by the poor and weak, Why cant we understand? this world is adrift, this life is suppose to be a gift from one generation to the next. Do things really get better? Are we locked in the same cycle over and over. Rich men fighting for more riches, Poor men Fighting for their souls On a battlefield of broken dreams lost in the wreckage of history.
Poetry By Me
Shadows By Alex McKenzie Am I all that I am made up to be? Or am I merely a shadow you see. Is it what I do what makes me...me? Or is that just a I shadow I see. Will I grow evermore not unlike a tree? Or will I live in the shadows I see. Am I ever to be set free? Or am I surely a shadow to be............
Poetry
Roses are red because they are bleeding for the company of someone new Another heart that is forever needing a caring soul to make them two If one should come along on a day of loneliness full with dark skies I pray that they share without delay a knowing smile that never dies Violets are blue because they are sad in a world that is passing them by The hours float by with thoughts had always showing nothing but a lie Perhaps two spirits will someday meet on such a lonely and cloudy night That forces their hearts to skip a beat and sends them on an endless flight
Poetry Of A Crazy Woman !!!
I feel drenched in your blood it consumes me, poisons my mind with your toxicity. Push me down kick me ravash me. You poses me. i cant wash you away, soaking deaper into me, forcing me to be your puppet. pulling my strings and making dance for you. Fuck me! Taunt me ! I am no longer in control.
Poetic Justice
Poetry 2
in a place where nothing is just as it seems its hard to discern reality from dream we crawl out from within our selves clutching on to hope drowning in the sorrows that prevent our willingness to cope yet still we continue dreaming as if our hopes wont fade as we walk our dark paths blindly inside this dreamless gloomy maze and those of us who dare to dream enough to light our paths are only met with sadness when these dreams of ours dont last is it in our nature just to want what we cant take are these dreams of ours just regrets from our mistakes is a dream to me just nothing more than a wish made by my heart or is every dream i dare to dream reality in part?
Poetry
The shadow of a girl chases me down the sidewalk As I, clueless to the notion I was competing Staring at cracks in the pavement, I wonder Is life suppose to be a certain way to me Or am I the product of this idiosyncrasy? Do I have a choice, can you really hear my voice Or do my silent screams fall on ignorant ears? The shadow of a girl walks alongside me on the sidewalk As I, clueless I had support Pondering the idea of socialization, rejecting the idea of self Centered Is the place I usually can find myself, yet in this day I am a wonderer I ponder the plight of all those who walked before me And worry that their struggles are unending. Am I an original, or a carbon copy of something done before Or is it just the physical, that distinguishes me from her? Legitimate concern, or the quizzical inferences made by a woman who is fascinated. The shadow of a girl holds my hand as I walk across the sidewalk I question the truth of existence I acknowledge h
Poetry
secret of the bottle I reached for my bottle today I knew it would help Help me to forget about you First shot:It said"we don't need her" second shot"you're better off alone third and fourth"this one will get her off your mind" the fifth left your taste on my lips Next shot you were holding my hand Yet another shot and you were sittin with me laughing, smiling A few more shots and our entire relationship played out begining to end from the first kiss to the final good bye i cryed as you put me to bed I reached for my bottle today to forget about you but you were all it wanted to talk about
Poetry
I cry for reasons I no longer understand While laying in my bed With so much running throw my head. Questions just no longer have answers I'm lost in this life I can no longer understand Where do you go When nothing seems right anymore It's just a lost tear With lost emotions That seem to hold meaning.
Poetry
As i sit and watch the snow fall. Like tears from heaven. Softly kissing the ground like a new lovers embrace. A silence trickles over the land . Thoughts of you fill my troubled head. I recall your gental caress. I close my eyes and remember the smell of your sweet perfume. As the first tear slides down my cheek i feel your gental kiss. The second tear rolls down my face and i feel your warm tender embrace. I open my eyes and i watch a million birds take flight and i hear your name softly spoken on the wind. The third tear wells up in my eye as it's wisked away with the wind and i know your here with me
Poetry
Even all night long Even all night long while the night train pulls me on in my dream like a needle Even then, down in my bed my hand across the sheet anyone's hand my face anyone's face are held in the mercy and kissed the water the child the friend unlost.
Poetry (not For The Weak)
exit the womb see yourself for the first time mommy, nurses, the doctor daddy? where are you thats not daddy barely with my eyes open crying mommy thats not daddy I should know that guy shoots blanks daddy is dead isn't he not literally just a dead beat asleep on some couch fucked up on coke its 6 pm he should be awake now smile mommy I'm going to ruin your life You overlooked me for 6 months stayed up on coke drowned me or tried too you carried me, miscarried If I had survived. . . I'd drip boiling oil over your face smell the burning flesh let it eat you like acid then I'd pull a knife slowly 1000 cuts bleeding slowly feel your wretched soul burn in my agony
Poetry
36 years and 10 days ago I was Born into this world … A blessing to a man and woman who Even till today is hopelessly in love.. I had grown seeing and feeling The love between them.. Leaving imprinted within my mind The true meaning of love Even though I was surrounded by a halo of love The world outside was cold and bitter.. Life was not as sweet as I envisioned All too soon I would taste its sourness.. Be forced to feel its cruel hands upon soul. Tears, heartaches, lies, betrayal is what I Found within one. Leaving me empty Feeling love was lost to me.. Believing that my name was not written in that Book of Love. Locked so tight no matter how hard I tried I could not break that lock So walls is what I built high and air tight. Locking out all who would try . Only wanting to save what was left Of my soul of my heart of my peace of mind.. No matter how hard I tried I could not Resist the calling within in my mind and soul For the one who needed me as
A Poetic Venting
Tears pour from the heaven's thunder booms a broken hearted cry. Today there are no sweet i love you's only a tearfull goodbye. I gave you a chance time and time again i ask so little from you but you don't understand i gave you my all hell, i still do but all you care about is your boys and your crew you forget about our relationship you act like i don't exist you refuse to stop doing it now i'm getting pissed everything i do i do for you the problem is with us... you only do for you too! i ask for equality on rare occasion a lil more all i want is to be remembered i refuse to be ignored i know i love you i used to think you love me to but to put it simply if you don't start showing you care then we're through!
Poetry
Looking into you, i'm able to see everything All my imperfections, my sins, my betrayals So much i have done wrong in my life and its all reflected in you Talk with me, tell me that its not over yet That i'm still able to keep my humanity without turning into some kind of demon You are my soul, my only link to the good i've attained in this world Please, keep me shining bright and dont let me fall into darkness
Poetry
COME TALK TO ME Come talk to me and tell me that my fears will not come true. Rekindle the love that we once had and tell me that I should no longer be blue and that my darkest dream will never haunt my thoughts and the tears that drain my soul of its will may be gone forevermore. Come talk to me and tell me that everything will be all right. Tell me that you love me and nothing will hurt me for the rest of my life and that your humor and laughter will hold me above the strife and humiliation of life's cruel jokes and my soul will be healed by your touch. Come talk to me and tell me that there is still hope for me. Tell me that my world will right itself and I will be placed in the highest esteem that one could be placed in and I will overcome this hardship that I face and you will be by my side for ever and we will always be together. Come talk to me and give me a reason to go through this hell. Tell me that life is worth every hardship you go through and that
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The Thoughts Of Another the thoughts of another to care for one another unknowingly loving them from so deep inside wanting to know there ok thru all there days journies an wanting to be apart of them more than life itself sharing your dreams together an lifes greatest moments but yet still wanting more too dream of them until nights end an hold them till the end of time wondering where it may lead always going across your mind never wanting to see them hurt or watch them cry wishing to always bring a smile across ones beautiful face an only see tears of happiness roll down from ones amazing eyes
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The Thoughts of Another The thoughts of another to care for one another unknowingly loving them from so deep inside wanting to know there ok thru all there days journeys an wanting to be a part of them more than Life itself sharing your dreams together an life's greatest moments but yet still wanting more too dream of them until nights end an hold them till the end of time wondering where it may lead always going across your mind never wanting to see them hurt or watch them cry wishing to always bring a smile across ones beautiful face an only see tears of happiness roll down from ones amazing eyes
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Angel in my eyes The angel in my eyes I have known for such a short time Yet wishing to know more about her And longing to lie beside her Dreaming of the few moments Spent together Even though you have been On my mind for oh so long I have been wishing for the courage To let you know how you make me feel Whenever I hear your voice My heart begins to tear from my chest Through your perfect smile And dreams of your heavenly brown eyes I wait with an open mind An a stronger anticipation Of when I may be able To hold you in my arms And feel the warm embrace Of your lips against my own
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One Man's Desire With one mans desire there is nothing that can hold him away with the thoughts of a goddess an the sounds of the heavens she speaks his name chasing at his soul for every breathe that she takes with a simple thought of her beauty life can feel like such a dream an to yet hold her bye his side an never lot her go there is nothing that can be more sweet.
Poeticimage Original
My mind will go on with the beauty of thoughts of holding one bye my side knowing i will see her soon time seems to pass bye slower and slower through out my days but when i hear from her each night my heart skips a beat an the evening seems to just fly away soon the time will come when i can hold her in my arms atlast holding her softly against my chest to feel my heart beat next to hers an softly kiss her lips with such passion that all the days events seem to fade away lotting her know how she makes me feel so deep inside and with that moment we will know it is meant to be an i will never have to lot her go.
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My anger inside tearing out of my chest unleashing all the beast within tearing at my soul for ever hurtful second trying not to lot it come apart with every bickering thought the anger grows within ripping out of my mind but holding back all that i can cage in my thoughts lotting out the pain but showing no signs of fear with my anger inside watching all the deaths that happen all around with out a chance to stop it at all watching the mistakes other people make yet holding my tongue an wishing the power to make a change an wishing the knowledge to know how to fix my ownaffraid to lot others close for they may be gone tomorrow.
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the tears inside run softly down my cheek as i hide my eyes an keep my feeling held descreately no one is to know the sadness that i hold deep inside covered an hidden behind my walls with layers of anger until i feel as if i am oh so small drowning in my own pitful sorrow the front i feel i must put up to lot no one know the distractions i hold from the missions at hand always affraid of when i may be called for once again a medic hidden in the back until all else fells everything gets put onto one everyone expecting a miracle that one can not always perform alone an clowned on for being diffrent away from others for not being the same until one needs him bye his side screaming out into the darkness for his help hoping he can save the day but after all is done awhile will pass an the memories of what he has done will fade away an the tears will once again roll down his face.
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Dreams At Night When I dream at night With out you in my life I feel as if I have nothing else to loose With every painful breathe I take I see such emptiness Left ahead Nobody ever told me It could hurt so much I feel so twisted up inside With me mind all turned around Im unknowingly hurting all around me When i hold my walls up so high To affraid to lot any others in Affraid of constantly lotting others down With my head continously in the sky I look down at myself from above With a shameful sight an the look of despair I must admit I look so lost an confused Constantly hoping this will not be till the end
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Lost an in the dark Confused Full of shattered dreams in life Now an again i seem to find my self here Full of pitty just wanting for some one to hold my hand an lift me back up on to my feet An out of my sorrow lose my mind into I would do anything to see her Pretty face one more time And hold her heart next to mying When I dream of her every night yet to hold her every waking moment for the rest of my life An to feel so complete yet one more time.
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my love will go on day after day with the memories of you going thru my mind no matter what comes between us no matter how far we grow apart my heart will always flutter when i see your smile i will love you faithfully an hold my heart true thru all the fierce struggles of life i will wait for you when the write moment may approach no matter how my heart my break nor how bad the pain my feel my mind will never change cause i know i need your love in my life an i will go the distance to prove it to myself an you
Poetry
What I wish for you, my sweet Havanna? What I wish for you, my sweet Havanna? A world of passion, a heart of gold! Open arms, peaceful soul, In your comming future, happyness for ever! My sweet Havanna, this is what I wish you. Dreams of ever lasting love Strength for you to win. All your glory days, happy they remain, Lighting up your heart, always being loved, My sweet Havanna, this is what I wish you. The angel of love, the angel of peace, Above your head always guarding you, Taste of happynes, of the heaven's sky, Arms of peacefull angels. My sweet Havanna, this is what I wish you. What I wish for you, my sweet Havanna? Be a happy bride, wife amor! May your household live in ever lasting peace Like the night's stars, like the morning sun rise, Ever lasting life, glory, happyness, Heart of gold, soul of steel, Dreams of bravery, pride and joy, My sweet Havanna, this is what I wish you!
Poetry
What I wish for you, my sweet Havanna? What I wish for you, my sweet Havanna? A world of passion, a heart of gold! Open arms, peaceful soul, In your comming future, happyness for ever! My sweet Havanna, this is what I wish you. Dreams of ever lasting love Strength for you to win. All your glory days, happy they remain, Lighting up your heart, always being loved, My sweet Havanna, this is what I wish you. The angel of love, the angel of peace, Above your head always guarding you, Taste of happynes, of the heaven's sky, Arms of peacefull angels. My sweet Havanna, this is what I wish you. What I wish for you, my sweet Havanna? Be a happy bride, wife amor! May your household live in ever lasting peace Like the night's stars, like the morning sun rise, Ever lasting life, glory, happyness, Heart of gold, soul of steel, Dreams of bravery, pride and joy, My sweet Havanna, this is what I wish you!
Poetry
The horrors of sleep Sleep brings no joy to me. Rememberance never dies. My soul is given to mystery, And lives in sighs. Sleep brings no rest to me; The shadows of the dead My wakening eyes may never see Surround my bed. Sleep brings no hope to me, In soundest sleep they come, And with their doleful imag'ry Deepen the gloom. Sleep brings no strength to me, No power renewed to brave; I only sail a wilder sea, A darker wave. Sleep brings no friend to me to soothe and aid to bear; They all gaze on, how scornfully, And I despair. Sleep brings no wish to fret My harrassed heart beneath; My only wish is to forget In endless sleep of death. By Emily Bronte
Poetry
A Dream of Fear By George Sterling Unseen the ghostly hand that led, I walked where all was darkness, save What light the moon, half-wasted, gave Above a city of the dead. So lone it was, so grey, I deemed That death itself was scarce so old; The moonlight fell forlorn and cold On tombs where Time lay dead, it seemed. Within its gates I heard the sound Of winds in cypress-caverns caught Of huddling trees that moaned, and sought To whisper what their roots had found. Within its gates my soul was led, Down nettle-choked and haunted way— An atom of the Dark's dismay, In deaf immensities of dread. In broken crypts where ghouls had slept I saw how muttering devils sate (Knowing the final grasp of Fate) And told grim auguries, and wept. The night was mad with nameless fear. The Powers of Darkness feared the gloom. From sentried sky to anxious tomb Ran messages I bent to hear. Mine ears were sealed, nor hear
Poetry
I got flowers today. It wasn't my birthday or any other special day. We had our first argument last night, And he said a lot of cruel things that really hurt me. I know he is sorry and didn't mean the things he said Because he sent me flowers today. I got flowers today. It wasn't our anniversary or any other special day. Last night, he threw me into a wall and started to choke me. It seemed like a nightmare. I couldn't believe it was real. I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over. I know he must be sorry, Because he sent me flowers today. I got flowers today, and it wasn't Mother's Day or any other special day. Last night, he beat me up again. And it was much worse than all the other times. If I leave him, what will I do? How will I take care of my kids? What about money? I'm afraid of him and scared to leave. But I know he must be sorry, Because he sent me flowers today. I got flowers today. Today was a very special day. It was the day of my funer
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my feelings inside are shattered an full of confusion shatteredapart from my own decisions thinking of you ech day brings a tear to my eyes from the silky brown hair to the glow in your smile when i dream of you at ngihts end i never want to see you go away making me feel so empty inside from the thoughts of never holding you bye myside not knowing how to lot you know how i feel i hold up my walls from lotting you see never taking the chance affraid of what may be.
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A faters love for the child he now holds is greater than life an just as bold not always showing through the hard times an disiclpine he must now intrust only preparing his young for the great life ahead only wanting them to have the best in life an wishing had more to share from his first time throwing the ball to his first day in school a fathers love shinning an guiding the way always wishing he could create a better life to give an hoping his life could be better prepared for the hardships in life he will someday hold a fathers love can hold thru the deepest walls an greatest of distance inbetween hoping his child will always know.
Poetic Image
In a soldiers mind passes alot of thoughts what am i doing here an why did my friend have to die but then the thoughts apear look at all these families that are being helped for the selfless sacrifice of one great man another childs dreams may come true an so many others may flourish an learn to love in a world full of harm one step is all that we can do we may not be here for long but we have the oppertunity to help so many others with a simple prayer to bring them closer to christto a simple bite of food so they might live another day an to be able to see that they are so thankful for what little we can do puts a soldiers mind at rest we are all sorry for the great loss one family has gone thru but to know what they have accomplished an what he died believing in we thank him for doing his best an he will liveon thru the great memories we will all now hold.
Poetic Image
Love for a woman Comes in so many ways It is always so specail When shared between two It can come on so strong an yet be so true When ones soul can meet with anothers There is nothing that can be so specail It can take one look Or even a thousand words But when it hits so fierce an feels so right there can never be another to replace it from that first night when you met thru the tought of your first kiss the memories of your first touch when you place her hands in yours through the sparks that can come together in your mind from that first romantic evening an to beable to hold her in your arms forever
Poetry ~ 5 Senses
Galloping rhyme and meter about the senses, an older poem Listen to the poetry, listen to my words Listen to the rhythm I keep, in this poetic surge Listen to the chirps & the singing of the birds Listen to the car creep & beep on the curb Listen to the train rock a by on the track Listen to it’s whistle bellow on it’s way back Listen to the haunting screech of the owl Listen to the alley cat’s midnight meow Listen to the dogs break of day howl Listen to the cooing from the flock of fowl Listen as the water breaks on the rocks Listen to the fishermen reel in at the docks Listen to the time tick tock on the clock Listen to the keys jingling at the lock listening to the soothing classic sounds of Bach Listen to these intricate verses I concoct Then Listen to the wind spin & cool you Listen to the list of laws & of rules Listen to the passion & energy of tool Listen to these rantings & ravings of a fool Feel the spring grass tickling your feet Feel the sweat drip
Poetry
"Point of View" Over and over everyday Society falls. What can I say? We're told to love, honor and obey, While we are lied to, cheated, and played. It's time, my friend, to open your eyes, End the pattern and end all the lies. Start at the source and hear your own cries. Look at yourself and stop all the lies. It can all change but it starts with you Don't give up you gotta see it through And in the end you will see it too My plain and simple point of view
Poetry
"Phenomenal Woman" Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomen
Poetry
Alone Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don't believe I'm wrong That nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. There are some millionaires With money they can't use Their wives run round like banshees Their children sing the blues They've got expensive doctors To cure their hearts of stone. But nobody No, nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. Now if you listen closely I'll tell you what I know Storm clouds are gathering The wind is gonna blow The race of man is suffering And I can hear the moan, 'Cause nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone
Poetic Image
the thought of happiness could it really be to know someone for such a short time an yet to fall in love to think of them each night an day never able to consintrate enough to pull them away from your mind the possibility of such happiness that one could bring just from a simple smile or a short hello but yet to have that one belong to another an in your heart you know it may never be always wanting them to be the happiest they can your heart flutters with every mention of her name an yet just a friend is all you can let it be.
Poetry
I once was into writing poetry. It seems that while I am not necessarily as into it as I once was, the urge to write it has returned. I think I will go back through my old stuff, re-touch up things, then expand upon my former works in a way that is fitting of who I am now. I used to be an angst filled teen and young man who knew nothing of life, beyond what I perceived to be true. I have learned a lot in ten years, and maybe I can write poetry now that will finally bring me a bit of relief rather than more pain.
Poetic Image
A THOUGHT TO PONDER A THOUGHT TO PONDER RUNS ACROSS MY MIND WITH EVERYDAY GETTING OLDER AN YET TRUE HAPPINESS MUST SOON PASS ME BYE WHEN I THINK OF MY PAST I TRUELLY AM BLESSED FOR THE GOOD TIMES I HAD AND THE WONDERFUL PEOPLE THAT MADE IT SO BUT YET THE THOUGHT STILL ARRISES WHAT MUST COME NEXT AND WITH EVERY SUNSET THE MOONS FINAL GLOW AND EVERY DAYS PASSING LIGHT I STILL DREAM AT NIGHT OF THE HAPPINESS YET TO COME WANTING ONLY THE BEST OUT OF LIFE I REACH FOR YOU TO HOLD I LOOK SO DEEPLY INTO YOUR EYES AND KNOW DEEP IN MY SOUL THAT THERE IS SO MUCH MORE JOY IN THIS WORLD YOU WILL BRING SO WHY SHOULD I BE THE GREATY ONE AND HOLD IT ALL TO MYSELF THIS I WILL NEVER REALIZE BECAUSE SINCE I HAVE FOUND YOU I WILL NEVER LET YOU GO
Poetry In Motion
My mind always wonders It worries me night and day Thoughts get struck by lightening Leaving me with nothing to say Depending on temporary laughs Asking others for truths and signs But theres something I'll always have Is my strong Poetic Mind I appreciate my ability to intrigue And to develop my metaphorical lines But somethings just really seem to be Just extremely hard to find Like myself; I just can not find And others think I am just fine Because the only time I shine Is when I'm using my Poetic Mind
Poetic Image
BEHIND YOUR EYES BHEIND YOUR EYES I SEE SUCH A GREAT PERSON WITH A HEART OF AN ANGLE AND THE BEAUTY OF A GODDESS WITH JUST ONE LOOK YOU MELT MY HEART FROM THE LITTLE THINGS YOU DO JUST TO MAKE ME SMILE AND I KNOW WITH JUST ONE TOUCH I WILL BE YOURS FOREVER FROM THE HOLD IN YOUR ARMS TO THE LOVE FROM AFAR MY HEART WILL BE YOURS AS I DREAM OF YOU AT NIGHT I FEEL SO WHOLE ON THE INSIDE IT HAS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I HAVE HELD SUCH A GREAT PASSION FOR LIFE AN I NEED TO SHARE MY FEELINGS FROM THE INSIDE AND LOT YOU KNOW JUST HOW YOU MAKE ME FEEL I HAD FELT FOR SO LONG LIKE I HAD LOST MY LIGHT NOW THAT YOU ARE MYING MY LIFE FEELS SO COMPLETE AND I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT MY LOVE WILL ALWAYS BE FAITHFULLY JUST FOR YOU
Poetry Explaining How I Feel
Entrapment by Christopher Hopelessly bound unfettered by the chains of love's grip - greatest gift, fate's cruelest curse. Wherefore do I weep at knowing the joy, the warmth, at feeling the peace, the fire. Wherefore do I weep unable to complete , to be, unknown the kiss, the flames. Wherefore do I weep at loving not living seeing not touching breathing not sharing holding not loving? All, because I, The Fool, am no more?
Poetry Explaining How I Feel 2
Seek Not My Heart by Kit McCallum Oh gentle winds 'neath moonlit skies, Do not you hear my heartfelt cries? Below the branches, here about, Do not you sense my fear and doubt? Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams, Do not you hear my woeful screams? Upon the meadows, touched with dew, Do not you see my hearts a'skew? Beneath the thousand twinkling stars, Do not you feel my jagged scars? Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze, For you'll not find it 'mongst these trees. It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies, Accompanied by heartfelt sighs. It's drifting o're the gentle rain, A symbol of my silent pain. It's buried 'neath the meadow fair, Conjoined with all the sorrow there. It's lost among the stars this night, Too far to ease my quiet fright. No gentle winds, seek not my heart, For simply ... it has torn apart.
Poetry Club Meeting....and Show
Hey Everyone!!! IF any of you are interested in Poetry at all, there is a performance tonight starting at 8pm on U Street in DC. The performers are from HBO's Def Poets and some others. The doors open at 8pm and there are drink specials between 8 and 9 and then the show itself is from 9 to 11. There is a 15 minute intermission in between. It is located at The Attic Lounge on U Street. Hope to see any/everyone that is interested there!!!
Poetry By Maya Angelou
STILL I RISE You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame - I rise Up from a past t
Poetry
Faded Away Current mood: awake Category: Writing and Poetry A little boy is walking with flags in his hands suffering a loss that most can’t understand He kneels beside a headstone tears rolling down his face taking the flags one by one giving each a place Words have been spoken that just don’t make any sense like Sunni, Shiite, and Muslim what exactly is defense? The little boy only knows daddy has faded away no more riding on his shoulders no more fishing at the lake He stands and wipes his face taking his mommas hand he can see the tears she’s crying pain he now understands
Poetry
Not drug induced Current mood: awake Category: Writing and Poetry You titillate my mind much like the champaign bubbles slowly creeping in ones head leaving them wanting for just one more taste Cheshire grins hiding in the tree limbs of the willow in my soul making me smile lavishly and think of dirty foreplay I can close my eyes and see you running your fingers through my long blond hair whispering, "Baby, did you watch the Colbert report last night".
Poetry - Ma.ry.j.an.e
Mary.Jane Current mood: high Mary its been a long time since I've seen u this ti.ght Ive seen you through some hard lines We danced with the devil all our li.ves Ive seen you whole I have watched you Gl.eem sitting by windows ripping by the sea.ms Ill probably never Mary, get the strength to walk a.way When your broken by the sunlight and sleep away the d.ays 1/31/08
Poetry
AND YOU WANT... There is one color that I love what it is? I Don't know... What's my special dish I love to eat? I Don't Know... Do you know my birthday? I Don't Know... How many friends do I have? I Don't Know... Well I know you know my shoe size; I Don't Know... What's loved most in my life? I Don't Know... And You Want... To the ladies respect yourself and others will follow (written 9/7/01)
Poetry
As sit back and think of the things I could have done; Telling myself time and time again, "There is more". How do I capture this dream? Memories of a love that kept us strong; Settling for nothing but the best. To learn and to teach that sex is not all about penetration; Loving me while you're away... I can feel you.
Poetry
HOW CAN YOU LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND CALL YOURSELF A MAN, WHEN YOU GOT OUR SISTER AND BROTHERS HOOKED ON THAT GLASS, THAT PIPE THAT CAN. STILL KILLING EACH OTHER ALWAYS CARRYING A GUN, YET YOU’RE QUICK TO JUDGE WHAT THE WHITE MAN HAS DONE. MY SISTERS WALKING AROUND SHOWING THEIR ASS, WHAT ABOUT YOUR PRIDE... WHAT ABOUT YOUR CLASS. HAVE YOU FORGOT OR DIDN’T KNOW, WE ARE THE CHOSEN ONES THAT WILL CONTINUE TO GROW. THERE’S SO MUCH WE CAN ACCOMPLISH AS ONE, TOGETHER WE CAN CHANGE WHAT SOCIETY HAS DONE. BORN RULERS, WE WERE KINGS AND QUEENS, MANY THINGS BEHOLD IS YET TO BE SEEN.
Poetry
WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT REAL BROTHER, THE ONE THAT’LL CHOOSE NO THE ONE THAT’LL CHOOSE NO OTHER. YES, IT’S YOU THAT NEEDS TO BE TAMED, RUNNING AROUND PLAYING ALL THOSE GAMES. WHY ARE YOU TREATING WOMEN LIKE THEY ARE TOYS, YOU’RE A GROWN MAN... STOP ACTING LIKE A BOY. SO MANY HAVE YOU CHEATED OUT OF LIFE, NOT TO MENTION YOU HAD A WIFE. TO THINK OF ALL THE PAIN THESE WOMEN MUST GO THROUGH, WHY SHOULD SO MANY SUFFER FOR THE FOOLISHNESS YOU DO. SOONER OR LATER SOMEONE WILL STOP IN YOUR TRACKS, FOR ALL YOU HAVE DONE IT WILL COME BACK. FOR THE PLAYER IN YOU
Poetry
I'M THE QUEEN THAT YOU SEEK, THE ONE THAT'LL KEEP YOU ON YOUR FEET. I WOULD NEVER LEAVE YOU WHEN YOU'RE DOWN, I'LL HELP PULL YOU OFF THE GROUND. IT'S YOU THAT I'D GIVE ALL MY LOVE TO, MY KING, MY MAN, MY BOO. IF GIVEN THAT CHANCE I'LL ALWAYS MAKE YOU SMILE, FLEXING YOU WITH MY OWN STYLE. MAKING LOVE TO YOU WILL NOT BE ALL ABOUT PENETRATION, FOR WHEN YOU'RE AWAY FROM ME; THINKING OF ME WILL BE PURE SENSATION
Poetry
In the beginning we were born as one, Now look at the ugliness that we have done. So many years nothing has changed, Killing each other what a terrible shame. There’s so much in this world to enjoy, Taking life for granted like it's a toy. I look around and what do I see, This beautiful world crying in front of me. Why must we have such wholesome greed, God gave us all we need. Across the waters that flow so deep, It's our pride that we can't keep. Why is it that we can't get along, Put away that sad song. Think about what a boring life it would be, If everyone looked just like me. All born and will surely die, Let us put this hatred aside. Pick up the pieces and move on, Haven’t we all done enough wrong.
Poetry
I Feel Inspired by pain I feel so old and jaded like a severed dependency waiting around on a savior that turned out to be me I feel so full of desire like a rose unkissed by dew how do let yourself go of the fear to try things new I feel so full of confidence like I can conquer this world I stop sometimes in amazement at all I do for a little girl I feel so full of knowledge yet the dull aches back again grasping onto intellects like holding on to sand A poets heart is jaded their minds a wanton place our souls are old and incarnate our lives a tangled embrace Brittony Ryona Johnson Copyright ©2008 Brittony Ryona Johnson
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Poetry
A Poem I wrote in 2002...Tell me what you think Today, I'm feeling lonely, Distant and apart, Far away from everyone I hold within my heart. I talked to you this afternoon. You asked me what was wrong. I told you that I was fine, But that was all a lie I'm sitting here now, thinking About you and me And where we'll be, When we greet tomorrow's tragedy A shadow hovers over me, Like a gloom I cannot shake. And all I want is for you to hold me, To take my loneliness away.
Poetry
WHY Why did you do it For all we have been through For all we had going For all we wanted to see through I thought we were friends In it till the end I still don’t understand it Why you became so underhanded Maybe this isn’t the end Maybe one day we can again be "friends" I am distraught Just over the thought of why I guess for now this is Goodbye
Poetry For My Friends
Well I got up at 6:00 a.m. this morning couldn't sleep! as usual. So I did something I have been meaning to do for a year. I posted my old poetry I have written over the years. With a pot of coffe and a carton of cigarettes at my side I began. I have almost all of it down but have an appointment to keep so I will finish the rest when I get home. There is a lot. I know my loyal friends will read everyone of them Especially my cousin Debbie. There are so many you may just want to read a few a day and comment on them please. Take your time they will always be up there. I appreciate any input you can give me good or bad. Have to run but please enjoy the poetry I'm sure their is something there that will touch everyone. Love ya guys Peace! IN MY STASH UNDER DUNNO
Poetry
Do you love me or do you not? You told me once but I forgot. Tell me now and tell me true, so I can tell you I do love you. Of all the girls I ever met, your the one I won't forget. If I die before you do, I will go to Heaven and wait for you. If your not there by judgement day, I'll know you went the other way. I will give the angels back their wings, and risk the loss of everything. Just to prove my love is true, I will go to hell to be with you. To be forgotten is worse than death Nothing is more expensive than regret!
Poetry
My poem is a Tanka and is Published The name is Deafened Beautiful Maiden With the voice of an angel With hair of a lamb She speaks but I hear nothing My broken heart makes me deaf (c) Robert F Piazza Jr. Everyone tell me what you think....
Poetic Confession
POETIC CONFESSION Here is the secret . . . secret . . . about the words I write: . All my poems begin . . . and end . . . as whispers in the night. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Rhey W. Hedges March 7, 2008
Poetry/ Song Bits Ive Written Recently
love sick i still dream vividly your eyes, your hair, the sweat i can taste your skin on me each time, endless regret i close my eyes, but i still see my crumbling dreams unmet your weight is still upon me the memory's all i'll get july 200 some lonely winter dawns i dream of teenage abandon lust on carousels well into july sticky, needy, unsatisfied. these restless rainy days i yearn for what i have been rust on lazy wheels, resting on a lie rotten, forgotten, i'm pacified deconstruction there seems to be no sense in this an intense tryst then resistance there's things of you i wouldn't miss my wragged wrists and the distance untitled is this are you can we? fields of dirty flowers turn away in shame too bright, too revealing. every pretty thing has a story and a secret will you am i do they? words make less sense two rows of white stones tapped by a muscle it's merely vibration what could it mean? we have i still you ca
Poetry...
"IN THE MEADOW" White, wind-swept wigwams Snow-capped peaks in the distance Surround our meadow. A brook--- silver thread Waist-deep and winding wetness Divides our meadow. We lie, live, and die Regenerate and fly And soar into the sky! Our lusts and our passions Are fueling these progressions Through organic creations! White, wavering walls--- Your willing breasts and you thighs--- Surround your meadow. A crease--- pink crevice--- Wistful and winding wetness Divides your meadow. We lay, love, and play Re-discovering the way To be happy all the day! Our lusts and our passions Are fueling these progressions With orgasmic submissions! copyright 2006-2008 by Michael Lofton
Poetry
"Poetry" by Danity Kane When I stand in a crowded room I feel alone like nobody's there And when u speak so cold to me I can see your breath in the air It's taking it's toll on me In the bathroom taking showers So u don't see me cry Baby it's such a crime I've tried to feel confident I'm bitter, you're not making sense I missed you till you almost took My sanity, I'm starting a new verse You're like poetry Hiding behind the words you speak Changing the words of the story You say you don't love me Then say that you love me I'm fighting You're hiding behind the words You're speaking Changing the words I'm lost in the verse You say you don't love me Then say that you love me Why are you hiding? When I give you gratitude You act like you don't hear me speak And when I tell you what you do to me You don't even hear the truth What are you trying to prove? I stare out the window for hours Cause you won't listen to me You won't even look in my eyes I've
Poetry-- Heaven
woke up in heaven; just at dawn the sky seemed to have been painted by no less than the hand of God. The clouds glazed across the sky like ocean waves, one after the other. They were soft hazy clouds, and they seemed to have been copper plated. Indeed they shined in copper red orange shades. I must be in heaven; nowhere on earth one could see shinning clouds, which seemed to be blazing copper. The sun was coming up in the horizon and in just seconds the copper clouds turned into a gold that was like no earthly gold. This golden clouds shined with no less than the majesty of the sun itself. The sky was blue so deep it almost seemed purple and the trees around me couldn’t be greener. I must be in heaven; nowhere on earth dawn could be this pleasant. It isn't hot nor cold and I just saw shinning clouds turn from copper to gold, and the only sound I hear is birds singing away sweetly. Earth couldn't possibly feel this amazingly good; I must be in heaven. I'm not dead but instead more aliv
Poetry
Love is a pain It's like falling rain It brings on tears Through the passing years Thoughts that the pain will end But more is what it will send A heart splits in two The clouds cover up the blue Thinking is no longer straight Never knowing if this is fate Love's tears fall down to the ground Never wanting to hear that sound Sadness comes and won't ever leave This is what happens when you believe *published in 'Til the End of Forever c2000 *written by Me (Cynthia)
The Poetry Of My Lovers Hand
The poetry of my lover's hands write upon me, line and verse. And upon her prose, my heart, like a babe, it does nurse. One hunger sated, another grows. With but a look, my lover knows. Her warmth slowly draws atop. Taken in fully, she'll stop. Gentle palms hold me down. Moon lit skin, bare of gown. With ease and beauty born of flesh. The heat of her passions cause me to thrash. The motion of her hips, soon to be my undoing. My wild desires violently pooling. The dam of my loins burst free. Broken through by none other than she. And with my seed now spent. She does sweetly relent. Breast upon my ear. Her heart for me to hear. To a tomultuous tribal drum I do swear A chant of 'I want you near, always near.
Poetry
~ADOPTION~ You don't get it, why don't you see? My whole damn life was never meant to be. I should be dead, from what my mother did, but what she got instead, was another stupid kid. Keeping everyone but me was the choice that they both made so i was the one, who got left behind and soon enough I will fade. Being left behind is way worse then death the papers were signed without holding their breath How would you feel if you were bought? You could never heal because they forgot. Written by: Angie
Poetic Nympho
Poetic Nympho by LateNiteFantasy© Oooh, baby...you know what I want... you sexing poetic in seven-inch font. Don’t care if you rhyme, as long as you’re close ‘cause your rhythm, honey, pleases me most. Don’t make me wait! Show me your naughty devices (tested clean - thank God - of cliches and splices). And while I know some word play is fun and all, pin my assonance passionately against the wall! What’s with this long-winded runabout? For fuck’s sake, this isn’t courtly love - just bring it out! You’re driving me wild with the length of your diction, knowing it will create such pleasurable friction. Damn, sexy. You know how to turn me on, whispering dirty refrains until the break of dawn. And just when I think I’ve had enough, surprise me with couplets hard, fast, and rough. Ohhhhhhhhh your alliteration is near orgasmic, fingering my ear like a fucking fanatic! YES GOD YESSSSS!!!!! GIVE ME SOME MORE! BEND ME OVER THE COUCH WITH YOUR KINKY METAPH
Poetry
My heart is thumping Blood pumping The growing suspense Getting intense I have no patience Overly anxious The tension I’m facing Thoughts are racing My body’s aching There is no faking Inside there’s a burning Constant yearning For a moment so real I’m craving the feel My mind is blown Who would have known I found what I lack There is no tuning back. Written by "Me" very choppy, still being worked on.
Poetry
From the outside looking in She appears to be the perfect wife, mother, sister and friend Always smiling, lending a helping hand No one hears her cry or sees her tears So tired of pretending life is perfect when in fact she wants it all to end.
Poets Don't Sleep
Poets Don't Sleep by LateNiteFantasy© Poets don't sleep they do research, with eyes closed minds open wide, they tiptoe through synaptic creaks and groans sifting through impulse and why why not? electricity, simplicity alive, are we? asleep no never! let those poets dream and snooze, blink and sort through millions of blasts of memories past for something worth writing about no doubt, it will be deep sleep a poet's sleep- dream and wade, wander and glean and claim your poem, in the morning
The Poetry Critics
The Poetry Critics by LateNiteFantasy© poem after poem, submitted for perusal, submitted for sharing, because that is the truth of submission, to share one's heart, bare one's soul, then they come, the night crawlers, the rock dwellers, crusty crabs bored with their own fictious fantasies, their fatal flaws seeping pus, and they share it in the form of pure abuse, we come with offerings to the masses, not really seeking free passes to the golden globes, the emmies, the awards banquet, just to share, and here they come, those for whom the poems were not written for, those for whom the picnic was not spread out for, like little ants they take it apart, the feast, the treasure, and they drag it off to their queen, who is she? who posts on these poems just to make noise? it cuts me that this is done, not for my own fragile heart that is used to giving pieces away, but for those who came once, and torn, never came again, i say stand up, just as they likely
Poets
Poets by LateNiteFantasy© Poets can be such pretentious little pricks With turned up noses they spout snobbish quips Measuring words by syllable and length Instead of emotion, impact, or strength They`re always so dark, deep, and boorish Trying to exhaust their fucking thesaurus They talk about form, phrasing, and tense Forgetting about raw poetic license Art is not something you learn in a class Art is expression you pull from your ass Remove your grim cloak, put down your grave pen Get off your high horse, the world will not end
Poetic Wisdom
Poetic Wisdom by LateNiteFantasy© With note-paper out and pencil excitedly poised, I have been writing poetry since I was a little kid. Any subject will set me off, sometimes I'm surprised, my penned down thoughts, like dreams, are so vivid. Few people have had the chance to read my verse and prose, those who have, I know have laughed and sometimes cried. Because, poetry is really my private thoughts and woes, so welcome to my heart, my soul, join me, at my side. Good! Now that you're here guiding my poetic bent, judging each single line, weeding out the lies, Perhaps you will share with me that illusive moment, that at long last, you will help me to be poetically wise.
Poetry Reborn
Poetry Reborn by LateNiteFantasy© I thought it was dead The voice in my head That allowed me to manipulate word into song For what is poetry but a song without music I'd pick up my pen waiting for the voice from within to sing and hear nothing A cancerous melancholy metastisized my mind, my heart taking it's toll as I put away my book and pen THEN a familiar sensation, a voice my muse infusing passion from my pen ink flowing across the page speaking of souls and hearts bound by passion, by love,by lust, singing of injustice, trust, the thrills one receive from a lovers thrust of heaven and hell, of souls for sale, of innocence misused and turned to rage singed by an inner fire to pour my thoughts, my words, my soul across a page All this I put to paper with pen A poet reborn again.
Poetry
Poetry by LateNiteFantasy© Prismatic passions poured forth Reflections Many faceted Multi hued Pictures painted From a palette spread before Of experiences and images Imbued with tones and textures subtle, obvious smooth, rough Undulating, vibrating Never stagnant Reverberating Echoing lessons learned Singing life’s songs
A Poet's Singularity
A Poet's Singularity by LateNiteFantasy© every poet charts a course opening windows to their soul yellow brick roads stairways to hell needs and fetishes offered up placing emotions on keyboards conjuring devils and angels warp speed through a cyber brothel entangled but unattached a Fubar black hole
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A Poet's Wicked Pen
A Poet's Wicked Pen by LateNiteFantasy© She loves my wicked pen, My wicked pen of non-commitment, For she isn't married already, My wicked pen is what makes her heady. "Write me, write to me autumn's poet, Spare no ink, Use it all, I'm so glad you're BIG and tall, A perfect fit for my impassioned parchment, Spread your ink rich and thick, I can't get enough of it." Her eyes say “write to me, I read everything you have to say, Compose a poem of you and I, You are my older guy.” Where to start with one as beautiful as you; You are like a dream that comes to me, A dream reoccurring, Sometimes I can’t wait to find my bed at night, As you come to me in delight, Belly to belly hot and sweaty. Phantom kisses felt on her slender neck, She is not sure what to do, Because she has never had a man write to her eyes of poetry.
Poetry--scattered Pieces
SCATTERED PIECES If my soul were made of glass I'm sure that you would see It's cracked in many places And it's hard to tell it's me The cracks started long ago I can't remember how Perhaps it was my childhood I really don't know now I can't remember younger years No matter how I try But it must have started there When I began to live a lie Drinking parents do confuse Mixed messages all around What's a child suppose to do When hatred does abound They love us when we all behave That's all fine and good But when you start to be yourself They make their rules understood Do as I say; not what I do It's a crazy mixed up place Especially when you're growing up And it's always in your face Do I try to please Or should I run and hide? It really doesn't matter When no one's on your side Too busy parents never listen What's a child to do? They don't know who they really are Am I me.....or Am I you? Yes, I'm sure that's where it started So very long ago It onl
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Poetry
this is my poetry... all older stuff... it's typed from oldest stuff to newer... enjoy... or not. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "my siren" entering my dreams/her beautiful mouth sings/looks of a goddess/she's my siren/light freckled skin/eyes of the rain/two-tone hair/all dark clothes/she's my dark beauty/my siren/wings of the dark angel/a body of Marilyn/she sings into the night/she screams into the night/our mouths almost touch.my dark beauty/my siren. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "my siren II" if I could, I would hang/on her every word/if I could, i would memorize/every line on her face/if I could, I would get lost/ in the color of her eyes/if I could, I would need her/to wrap me in her wings/if I could, I would sing/my heart out just for her/if I could, I would/love her/My siren/ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "To You" /You see, I had the rain recorded/And if I sat real still/I could feel it fall upon me/So soft it
Poetry/writing
The Trees of Nevermore They fly against the wind, in flight, going through the lines of truth, in the dreams of forevermore, the trees of evermore. Their hands in the wind, embracing, feeling the grace of hopeful wishes, their beliefs are forevermore, the trees of evermore. Their emotions move with the wind, melancholy, a passion for the virtue that no longer is. Their hopes are forevermore, the trees of evermore. Their bodies struggle against the wind indignation for the iniquity. Their skin is blackened by sweltering in the inequitable fires of the unjust. Their faiths are forevermore, even though, the trees are nevermore.   By: Kathleen      
Poetry/writing
              Solitude   As the sunlight touches the earth as the dewdrops meet the plains and the breeze whispers to the trees.As the sun fades away, the moonlight touches your face. But you still feel the pain and the loneliness still remains.You say you want to walk with the angles, because the loneliness gets so strong that you just cant fight for long.Stars touch the sky, tears fill your eyes, because the pain hasnt gone away, is the pain here to stay?     By: Kathleen 1991 April
Poetry
WRITER OF THE WEEK THIS WEEKS WINNER IS: MDBudiarto For her Poem True Love Waits True Love Waits: When the snow melts off the mountains,and the birds flock to the sea; and when Spring is finally in the air, Will you still be thinking of me? Will you meet me at the airport, with a flower in your hand? Or will I wander aimlessly,forever throughout this land? My darling I'll love no other,since your love has come to me. I will stand upon this distant shore,I'll wait, I'll watch, I'll see. Darling I will love you forever, as long as forever will be, I will wait twice as long as this,I'll wait, I'll watch, I'll see. Melanie D Franco-BudiartoCopyright ©2007 Thoughts of you... As Eagles fly the light unwinds, to glisten on the lake. Thoughts of you drift through my mind, as soon as I awake. Eyes of blue, with a halo of gold, the sun highlights your hair. You come to me, your arms enfold, and we begin to share. Your passion engulfs me, your kiss d
Poetry-- Little Angels
A poem I wrote a couple years ago dedication to a little boy Damien I knew Little Angels When God calls little children, To dwell with him above. We mortals sometimes question, The wisdom of his love.. For no heartache compares with The death of one small child Who does so much to make our world Seem wonderful, and mild.. Perhaps God tires of calling The aged to his fold, And so he picks a rosebud, Before it can grow old.. God knows how much we need them, And so he takes but few, To make the land of Heaven More beautiful to view.. Believing this is difficult Still, somehow we must try, The saddest word mankind knows Will always be "Goodbye".. So when a little child departs, We who are left behind Must realize, God loves children.. Angels are hard to find..
A Poetic Dance
A Poetic Dance by LateNiteFantasy© a poetic dance, indeed, have we for no one else but us to see the mingling of mutual words far from noisy, milling herds, poems I write to myself thoughts I leave on the shelf I fold them into paper planes flick them through the e-mail lanes, I love life, in all it’s guises small, medium and large sizes I walk both beach and mountain trail check my Box each day for mail, some days there’s a snip from you I hold it close, that’s what I do smile and hope some day we meet with sense to stay on our feet, or maybe not (I smile a bit) never know what parts might fit never say never, we might be wrong enjoy life, and live it long ….
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Poetry
A gentle nights breeze sets the perfect mood. Rubbing his hands cross her body skin so smooth. Lips shine like fresh chrome. Make love to you all night and hear you moan. Turn out the lights and spark the candle. with a soft but firm grip her body he handled. Just enough light to see that angelic face. He leaned over to her and got him a taste. Stared in her eyes as she drew him in. In and out, up and down in a continuous motion. Slow passionate strokes and soft moans she cried. So good they both closed their eyes. Switchin to new positions the sex got more intense. Sweat beadin off their bodies as he commenced. He clenched her ass and sucked her perked breast. Gave her what he got put her body to the test. She cries louder and he begins to grunt. So wet the juices dripped from her cunt. Bitting his bottom lip as he goes deeper. I love you and a kiss nothin gets sweeter. Nails in his back and eyes in the back of her head. Sexin so hard body prints are left in the b
Poetry
A love pure as air. But in a situation unfair. I live a fantasy in your presence. But lost without your essence. With you I'm a King. Without that song doesn't sing. The best part of me I know. So far away my heart I can't bestow. My odds always even with you there. I sit here alone only half of a pair. Perfect symmetry everything is complete. Without you my love has nowhere to secrete. With you my heart is right but beats left. Till you come home I'll be Holdin My Breath
Poetry
Why am I so happy and enticed to love again? A feelin that hurt so bad I considered it a sin. How is it that I was willin to jump without bein dropped? When one point in time I used to bunny hop. Why do I smile a smile beyond smiles? But for the longest time my frown ran wild. How come I now feel like a better man? When I used to sink in the past like quicksand. What makes my heart feel like its in the right place? When I was so close to defeat that failure I could taste. I wonder why things are perfect and days no longer blue. Then I realized It's Because of You
Poetry
Capitalism Un-Manifesto (George Bush) For what is real I cannot feel Deceptions rule the day Wanton actions bring corruption for some there is no pay Seeking all the gold of Maya Riches to spoil the crave Events of a sullen nature Diamonds and the knave Over-standing everything A lord in his own style Perching on a skyscraper His view extends the mile Wanting for a chest with Rubies on his vest His corruptions manifest as rungs on his quest Stepping on the head's of squire's on the hunt The knighthood he desires remains on the front Stealing from the poor and giving to the rich He stabbed Robin Hood and left him in a ditch Thirsting for the quench of bloody crude oil Inspiring wars, with morals he did toil Feeling for the world's acceptance not knowing his own dismay Pity for the quarry of hunters Forever on this path he'll stay He is me and I am him For this strife we blame on whim Only in this lan
Poetry
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
Falling deep into dispair. Shrouded by failure like the stench of death hovring in a morgue. Darkness hovers over me like the stars blanket the night sky. I have failed you. In my journey I lost you. I tried to change you but expected you to remain. If you never forgive me I will understand. Not only have I failed you but failed myself. They say love conquers all but the way I see it the world drowneds love. So i'm swimming in my failure. And our love is drowning. The only rescue for me is your smile. If that is truelyu lost then I have definitely failed us both.
Poetry
Built from the ground up with a weak foundation Crumbling to the ground with no time for recuperation Falling head first you see every move Lead a bad life that was your first wrong move Lack a good family and wished for more love Somebody challenged u by smacking u wit a glove Heir to the throne but ur a total wreck At the rate you’re going you'll surely break your neck I’m here as a pivot but we not playin ball Want to help u change to prevent your downfall Such beauty with anger directed in loves way You’ll suffer consequences but live another day Ill be your backbone to keep u standing tall Without me instantly u will fall Your life is a play on words and I’m an English teacher Like a kitchen utensil I have many features Like the twin towers I don’t want to see you fall Hopefully with God’s help I can reverse it all.
Poetry
The time has come for me to: Learn your temple. Feel your temple. Caress your temple. Play with your temple. How would you feel if I: Tasted your temple. Warmed your temple. Held your temple. Admired your temple. What would you do if I: Knocked at your basement. Rubbed around your basement. Took a peak at your basement. Tried to enter your basement. Are you ready for me to: Wet up your hallway. Pace through your hallway. Test the walls of your hallway. Indulge myself in your hallway. I'm glad you want me to be: In and out of your cellar. Between the gates of your cellar. Digging deep in your cellar. Unloading in your cellar.
Poetry
My single rose in a garden of weeds. Like nutrition to a baby you fulfill my needs. Put me on death row before I’d let you get hurt. Beautiful after practice scared to see you in a skirt. Call me Alicia Keys cause I see you and its like Ohh. Tryin to get in the mix like vegetables in beef stew. We need to be bonded like DNA. All that and a bag of chips like Frito-lay. Baby gorgeous is your middle and sexy is your last. Blessed with everything face, body, and ass. Look at your feet and damn they’re cute too. Think of me as your heart cause I’m a major part of you. Things need to get deep like a black hole. So be the better part of me a.k.a. my soul. Even what I can’t see baby I love. I’m glad you’re mine even though you belong high above. Why God made lips so luscious on a face like yours? So amazing like the moon glistenin off the sea shore. You just don’t know and I doubt you ever will. Ever understand for you how I feel.
Poetry
Love is a game of tug of war so pull me close. Its not a burnin sensation its more of a slow roast. Wanna see the bruises from where I fell head over heals for you? The pain is nothing for a love so true. Without u I’m nothin like a vampires’ reflection. Let me reassure u I’m here for all the bliss and affection. Better than words so u leave me speechless. There’s nothin I wouldn’t do for u I must confess. Guess I caught Ne-Yo cause for you I’m so sick. I'll give u the key to my heart and hope to never evict. Want my love to cuddle you, and keep u secure. Biggest part of my world keepin me pure. I cant live without my heart so promise u wont leave. Lovelier than the breeze on a warm summers eve. Want to build this up like Lego blocks. I wanna touch you every second like the hands on a clock.
Poetry
That instant feeling of loneliness when those words escaped. Left a pain in my chest like a blow from an ape. Was crushed to the core about to implode. Bout made me self destruct but u entered the disarm code. The words were diseases eating me alive. Hit harder and harder with every punishing strive. My lungs were collapsing from the tremendous heartache. Could walk no longer cause my knees began to quake. I'm fallin apart like a puzzle without glue. Never will I be whole again unless I find you.
Poetry
I love you Unconditionaly When I've done wrong shall you be taken from me. I love you to the point of no return. If I ever fail you in hell shall I burn. I love you more than I love livin. Beat me to a pulp if you catch me slippin. I love you like misery loves company. Alone I'll be if in your heart I can't see. I love you for you. I'll be taken off this planet if it isn't true. I love you like Christmas Morn. My actions shall show or from my chest my heart be torn. I love you with all of me. If not make me the first livin autopsy. I love you past death do us part. If shown otherwise I shall be killed and reborn without a heart.
Poetry
Heavy-hearted on this first-day of my sorrow. White lilies surround me in an otherwise empty room. I am awaiting my love, an empty prayer. Torturing myself by chasing dreams. My burden of sorrow forever rests on my shoulders for you shall never return. My sadness shall remain evermore. My heavy-hearted first-day of sorrow. This day my love, please come to me. In this room, I’ll be waiting, waiting with flowers and coffin. The spring has brought blossoms to the trees that guide my path, a path that leads me back to you. Opened, will be my eyes so that they may see you once again. Do not be afraid to gaze into my eyes, my love. This is my last day of sorrow. Like the leaves in autumn, everything around me is dying and falling to the ground. I hear her in the wind, weeping sorrowful tears. My heart, my love, unlike the spring, she will never return. I weep and struggle to cope in vain for she suffered. Uncharitable malevolence and greedy the people,…people are sinners. She is gone, my lo
Poetry
Reality I am now alone I feel as though you have left me here to die So all along I think of you and then begin to cry. All my dreams and all my fears In you I did confide. All those things you took from me My love... My hopes... My pride. We had our times together Now that world is a memory. We laughed.. we joked but know you won't ecknoledge me You where my shoulder to lean on Threw the last few years. Always thier when I needed you To wipe away my tears Reality Thats the bullet in my wonded heart Only one word but it's keeping us apart. Copyright ©2008 Sara Jane Donato
Poetry
When your cries fill the air, And the tears run down you're face, When you feel like your alone, And have no one to embrace, Am I Heaven-sent to you? If your life is all a struggle And you don't know where to turn. If your world goese topsy-turvy And your stomach starts to chern. Am I heaven-sent to you? If your love has brought you shame, And you hate the life you've had. If you feel sick inside Because all you seem to do is bad. Am I Heaven-sent to you? Everthing you've tried Has been tried one time before. I know that you're not perfect, But I love you just as sure. You are Heaven-sent to me. Copyright ©2008 Sara Jane Donato
Poetic Wisdom
Poetic Wisdom by LateNiteFantasy© Poetic Wisdom With note-paper out and pencil excitedly poised, I have been writing poetry since I was a little kid. Any subject will set me off, sometimes I'm surprised, my penned down thoughts, like dreams, are so vivid. Few people have had the chance to read my verse and prose, those who have, I know have laughed and sometimes cried. Because, poetry is really my private thoughts and woes, so welcome to my heart, my soul, join me, at my side. Good! Now that you're here guiding my poetic bent, judging each single line, weeding out the lies, Perhaps you will share with me that illusive moment, that at long last, you will help me to be poetically wise.
Poetry
When you think you know Know to be The person you see The reflection you see Know to see The person you are The reflection you are Know to be the person you see Know to be the reflection you are When you think you know
Poetry
Sing that song Sing that song And be happy Smile And be happy Laugh And be happy Give And be happy Have fun And be happy Be happy And sing that song Be happy And smile Be happy And give Be happy And have fun Be happy Happiness is the rhyme of that song, it is the smile from that song, it is the gift from that song, it is the fun from that song. Sing that song that brings happiness
Poetry
What is a girl suppose to do when the world comes crashing down what is a girl suppose to do when her childhood is standing her right in the face again When all of the forces ban against her at once trying to drag her down into the hole that she took so long to crawl out of People dont seem to give a shit about their actions or the consiquences trying to undo 15 years overnight not very possible standing strong against one obsticle after another smashing them out of her way like glass made out of sugar I can remember all of the memories inside my head I can remember every stabbing pain that went through my every being will it last for eternity? Nobody was ever there for me It is because of my own will that I am where I am today Everybody said that I would amount to no better then what I came from Isn't that what the books say?.....that the way you are raised is the way you will always be..... But if you look deeper the book also says tha
Poetry-- Allow Me
ALLOW ME Allow me to be my own person accept me for who I am. Not the person others think I should be. Sometimes I have a lot to say and don't hesitate to say it, but sometimes what I have to say can only be read in my eyes. Understand me my moods and my feelings on days when I’m feeling sunny and on days when there's rain in my heart. I'll never go back on a promise and I will always be there for when you need me. Understand me trust me and the bond between us will be impossible to break.
Poetry Original By Me
BLEED, HEART, BLEED (289) Bleed, heart, bleed No one's there. Cry, heart, cry No one can see Scream, heart, scream No one hears Dream, heart, dream She won't come back Wish, heart, wish I won't tell them They'll never know, That we want their love, The loss is too strong, The pain too fresh, We die with each Girl we want Hope, heart, hope They don't care Beg, heart, beg They'll just laugh Please, heart, please Be quiet now Yes, heart, yes Maybe I'll try tomorrow No, heart, no I won't promise her love Quiet, heart, quiet I want to cry alone, Just pump the blood through my veins, And let me die inside Bleed, heart, bleed
Poetary In Motion
i sometimes write poems to help relax or when im down but what ever i feel i hope other can feel it too as i lie here in dead of night i think to my self of a relationship i like to have wheather her hair be dark or light dont mind if she is goth emo or even a chav but as i dream of her face and her heart is warm and loving and true my true love is in gods grace thats when i think of you as i start so settle down to sleep i start to think about this and that but the truth is that your gone so i start to weep and as i start to dream i say " i love you kat"
Poetry
why is it so hard to deal to cope why are you so great you make me want to change ive been unhappy for so long you help my see you help me breath you'll never understand open your eyes it's right in front of you dont give up
Poetry
why wont this pain go away it hurts like a bad dream i cant escape from it its sufficating me draining the life from this helpless body no one hears my screams as i struggle to live i wont win
Poetry
in my dreams i see you, so clearly, like yor here with me when i wake i can see so clearly your gone, im alone i cry no one hears i scream no one cares i would do anything to have you home all i want is you my life my love ill be waiting for you no matter what you are mine
Poetry
I thought loving you, was the least i can do since i didn't have much to offer you....I wanted to be the person who made your heart feel true..... the one who rescued you from all the pain the world put you through.... i no life is tuff and it seems as if your all alone..... but you had a heart that was scarred and still searchin for love........standing right beside you.....waiting to say baby please come home....I love you!!!!!!!!!!! I never knew lovin someone could be so painful, but the thought of watchin them hurt is even more strainful, how you close your eyes and still pray for the sun to shine.......Like the beauty of the hearts within "your smile is what reeled me in", "your ability to stand after being knocked down over and over again" only made me want to become a better friend......I wish as the nights pass, i could make you mine and when the day arrive we together can open our eyes..................LOVE NEVER CARRIES A SCAR, BUT HEALS ALL THE WOUNDS WE HAVE CARRIED FROM TH
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Poetry
Wasted Wasting away in my soul I feel the loss of words That once flowed with ease These trials leave me hollow Emtpy of emotion I cannot feel Falling from a cliff of my desires Into the abyss of an empty heart KISS Soft Sensual Wet Lips Parting Carressing Melting Exciting Iviting Tongue darting Enticing Tasting Intoxicating Kiss
Poetry Again
YOU You know me Touch me deeply Where no hands Dare reach You hold me With arms strong With intense love For me alone You kiss me The passion of Your lips on Mine sears me You possess me Mind, body and Soul, yours when You want me A Single Tear A single tear can mean so many things Joy Sorrow Excitement Laughter Pain A single tear slides slowly down my cheek Excitement Laughter Joy Sorrow Pain A single tear, what does it mean to you?
Poetry3
I see you, yet your not around, i look at you, your just a vision, nothing tangable, close not a stranger, someone i know, someone i see in my mind all the time and reach for, but cant touch, in my head, my thoughts wander and ponder, they seem so very real, beautiful, its you, get out of my head... no wait... i love you.
Poetry
My Thoughts of You* How can you love someone you have never seen with a feeling so passionate that it makes your heart skip a beat at the sound of his voice? How can you feel his hands on you, when he has never touched you? How can you feel his lips kiss yours when he has never whispered your name in the night? A love with such passion that life could have never known it in your wildest dreams. Or if it could ever be possible would you turn it away in fear that it could not be real for you had never known such a love. For this love I would take the chance of heartbreak. For I have known a lifetime of heartbreak and heartbreak in itself is of a temporary nature if we allow it to be. But to know just one moment in my life with such passion such feeling such want such need. I would give myself entirely without regret without sorrow without remorse to you your wants your needs your love your life. To deny such a love would be the most fatal of mis
Poetry
Your smile awakens my soul, As the sun awakens the day. A kiss and my life is yours, It seems a fair price to pay. Your touch arouses my senses, As the moon arouses the night. Hold me and win me forever, In your arms all things are right. Your heart endures all emotion, As the sky endures all the stars. Love me and we'll have eternity, There could be no greater love than ours.
Poetry
Fear is an understatement when this feeling rises from this pit I call a soul. It starts as an itch in the back of my mind, slowly growing into a chill of unknown sorrow. With confused turmoil I struggle I try and quell these emotions, locking them away in some dark unknown corner of my sanity. Like an eruption of loathing it hits my body with potent force, bringing me to my knees and enveloping me with this saddness. I fall into the memories of the past and see the man I was before. Like a reflextion in the mirror I watch directionless steps at his feet, knowing soon they will bring him to a new path. I see determination in his eyes, and a kind of newborn hunger for life and all the great things that follow. I sink back to myself with a heavy heart, staring now at my true self. A hollow shell of what once was, seeing the same face but a bitter hatered deep down. How did this boy die only to give way to this hell storm of a man. I'm no longer who I once was and have no idea of who stan
Poetry
i could watch the sunset in your eyes and the moon fall in your smile the glow of your presence intrigues my heart capturing my ears with just a few simple words you leave my eyes hypnotized by your mind. careful i should be before i become a victim of your beauty although its so easy to let myself slip after all id rather catch you and protect you rather then watching my own selfish hide
Poetry
amazing lipz amazing face amazing that you fell from grace amazing that i see your wings we can float together as the other angels sing amazingly cute amazingly fine you make me wanta pop open some wine take you clubbin so we can grind take you to dinner so we can dine so if you wanta know what im sayin shawty the fact is? your pretty amazin
Poetry (mine)
the years have come upon me a sudden glance upon my life. do I allow for any confessions to lift my soul again. telling you for hours how sweet to hear your voice. fear is not an emotion that entered me as we shared such thoughts.... to be in one another's arms. raindrops awake.... how long has it been? how much longer will it be? when does the rain falling cease kiss me softly. listen...... to the fog ( such a soft light sound) lifting my soul mended heart to a place of illusions... dream of you awake.... i wait illusions of fate.
Poetry
A Flower in the Desert There are moments in ones life Of complete absolution Though the path remains murky The destination starts to unfold Clandestine forces take their place Amidst our tattered thoughts Of what we once knew Of what we must be Call it the hand of God Or a nudge from the great unknown It matters very little What matters is heeding the call We lay claim to knowledge Bowing to it in desperation Before we understand its truth Or our divine invitation to it Perhaps we must go before the storm And let it destroy us To learn the greatness of this gift Become a flower in the desert It survives because it has not Allowed itself to die ~ ~ Daniel Leo Strabala 03/14/08 ~
Poetry By Beautifully Chaotic Aka Shannon Mcfarland
LOVES PAIN Is it true that the Ribs can tell the kick of the beast rom a Lovers fist ? The bruised bones recovered, With the sudden Shock of impact. The swollem lids & sorry eyes, spoke not of lost Romance , but of of Hurt. Hate is often confussed. Its limits are in zones beond itself. Love by Nature extracts a Pain unhealed on the rack & soul of me.
Poetry4
this woman i just met, equal, even, shes scared and yet bold brash, no rough edges, kind and sweet, the one mother would meet, very sharp, testing maybe searching for that equal
Poetry5
I look into your eyes, truth, hurt, excitement, and confussion all at once, a jumble of feelings and worries for you to deal with, happiness, honesty, integrity, things you search for and hardly ever find, but you search non the less, a trek, a journey, seems so everlasting, you forget the goal, the endstate, and just put up with the game
Poetry For Open Mic Night, From Reflections Of A Dark Soul & Blood Tears
Open Mic. Night Venom of Hate Stuck in my head Infecting me Twisted and dirty Hated Digging your claws into me You can’t let me go No, no Not this again Staring into me Caught in the pools of my soul Digging into me So much deeper It couldn’t feel better Tearing at my flesh Ripping me Away from me Until you find what you seek Staring into me Caught in the pools of my soul Digging unto nadir of my filth Tearing at my flesh Hooks like talons buried in my soul Scratching at my mind Pulling at the darkness of my soul Drawing me hither I’ll never bleed for you To be the feast for your roaming demons Searching Seeking me out Lying in wait I pray you search harder Seek me farther My sin awaits your service Forsaken knowledge on the breath of my tongue Scarring me from within Never to return From the far side of normal The worms of your filth Wiggling around in my gut You’re the filthy little maggots devouring my soul With your eminent touch With the
A Poetic Fairy Tale
Once Upon A Time (A Poetic Fairy Tale) *Awhile back I wrote a poetic fairytale. So over the next few days, I will be reposting the chapters of that fairytale. Don't worry, there will be more original pieces inbetween.* Once upon a time there was a man Who lived his life taking a stand Went about his day being a knight in shining armor Saving damsels in distress from uncertain horrors Never asking for anything return Not even a thank you or an encouraging word Always hearing about men and thier evil ways Refused to be like them until his dying day At the risk of sounding selfish, he began to wonder Why do all the damsels always run to another Still he carried on his self imposed duties And continued to rescue damsels and wonder at thier beauty But every now and then his mind would run astray Often wondered if he had the strength to carry on this way See this knight dreamt of being a king The only piece that was missing was his queen

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