Intoxyc8me's blog: "Writers & Lovers"

Echoing Though Time by LateNiteFantasy© Planets colliding Moons deciding The pull of destiny The call of death When I heard my call I fought against it Afraid of the unknown Scared of my fate controlled My life set on a path Never walked before Feet slow to tread Yet a quick pace Two paths side by side Time slows I see her clear Friends become, lovers do come Heart and soul entwined Echoing though time Sounds that are mine Found in space Lost my mind

my cliche...so true by LateNiteFantasy© I want you to see me cry, to know me like that, see the typed out life i'm leading; to read me like the book i am. Am i a poem, a short story, a novel perchance? Did you get me, did i make you wanna turn my page, to read on, to know what happens next? Did i make you cry? I doubt it, i'm sure you didn't laugh, didn't smile. I'd bet you set it down, confused. This man...this poet. You never even knew me. Questions... How will the story end?

Wanting to Write by LateNiteFantasy© You see I wanted to write something so deep the world would drown in it. Except not really Some the future needs to hear and see this So they freeze my words in time and to be brought back as the revived rebirth of the of lyrical the rhyme cryogenic type shit. Some building blocks for being double helix dioxie-ribo nucleic acid type hype. It would be deep as the ocean then they’d find themselves being birthed out of the amniotic fluid that flows from my brain to my pin to my pen It would be so prolific they’d want to crawl back in just to be born again So I took my pen in my hand and felt my blood circulate the mental command from my neurological land To the fingers that span my writing implement 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

Have You Ever Been Kissed.... by LateNiteFantasy© have you ever been kissed by the stars? looking up into the night sky vast emptiness thinking that you are alone wondering if you are seen then suddenly it happens first one then a dozen hundreds thousands millions the stars come out to kiss you wait just a moment be patient do not rush away thinking you missed it sometimes stopping and taking a long breath is needed close your eyes count out the slow steadying beats of your heart then look up let it wash over you the kisses as they appear one by one inch by inch mile by vast mile in the nights blackness have you ever been kissed by the stars? i have and it is wonderful

With A Smile by LateNiteFantasy© To be frightened And no comfort is there Uncertainty about life Calling my hand too soon To lay my life In a strangers hand Fear abounds To open myself For whatever lies beneath Will there be a tomorrow? To surely lose Part of me Hopes of a new beginning But if I should lose All of me If tomorrow never comes I'll feel i have left A part of me To carry on a dream Ashes may float away In an April shower My will still lives on The unknown scares me still For there's still much I want to do Experience so much Teach what I can Love I need to give Pains I need to take But if my time runs out There's just one thing I want to say Remember me with a smile And I'll be smiling back

Painting My Thoughts by LateNiteFantasy© Looking at this empty page Thoughts racing rampant The ulimate power Painting thoughts in words Dreams in prose Images on paper Stirring my mind at fever pitch Making people see what I feel Or something different Alerting the senses Dreamworlds built Where there were none Unleashed from the brain For others to seek Knowledge, peace and pleasure *************************************** The soft velvetiness of your touch And the sweet way you blush The green envy you can show When you think I've not been alone The thorns that you can prick me with When you think I've been a dick The wonderful aroma of you And that all too beautiful hue Pleasure and pain I love you in vain Never knowing if you appreciate All the work you've been of late Beauty, blushing my fair Rose Is what I chose when I took you for your own **************************************** It’s 4 AM yet again Here I am words in mind Driving me to write at this time It starts with just one little rhyme And before long, It sings to me like a song One that must be told, Put to paper before it goes old Can’t lay here and let it sit, For tomorrow the words may never fit Up out of bed To write out of my head These thoughts, feelings and emotions— That part of this, I sometimes dread For without them I’d be warm and snug in bed Instead here I stand With pen and paper in hand Wrestling with the words rolling in my head Inspiration comes morning, noon and night And when it comes it’s ready to fight Fight to be heard, fight to be told One more rhyme for myself and others to behold ********************************************* Mind leads mind Fingertips squeeze fingertips Heart heeds heart Lips tease lips Body needs body Hips seize hips Soul feeds soul Skin pleases skin **************************

Sex Versus Love by LateNiteFantasy© Love is morbid and stressful Sex is humorous, kinky and easy. Sex is something upbeat Love is plummeting down. Love is larger than life Sex is life itself. Sex is like saving money Love is like spending money. Sex is exchanging energy Love is wasting it. Love is hell on earth Sex is heaven on earth. Love is sleepless nights Sex is sweet dreams. Sex is a torrid interlude Love is frost. Love is a narcotic dependence Sex is detoxification. Love is Spartan and redundant Sex is simple and quintessential. Love is commitment and chastity Sex is friendship and reminiscene.

The Night is Relentless by LateNiteFantasy© The night is relentless Leaves whispering secrets to the breeze Stardust masquerading as moonlight Fluttering wings grasping at the wind The imminent morning hidden by ominous clouds Yet the night is relentless "... And The Petals Fell" Starlight. The gray distant clouds slowly swirl, the chill night mist caressingly soft gathers and surrounds seeps within... whispers of voices still echoing in the dark - his dark, his mind - all his endless time. Shared voices shared words, so many... words, echoing now just sounds without meaning unspoken unforgiving words that can't be said or unsaid... and the petals fall one by one unknown unseen untouched "loves me not... loves me not..." 'til Daylight stark and harsh trees bowed low their shadows crisscrossing the path his path and his shadows and his single footprints in the now - hardened concrete of unbeing. Silence, alone, marred with each soft thud - as the petals fall within his mind one by one "loves me not... loves me not... not" - of the welling tears that weather the unfeeling shards - shattered bits of a still beating heart.