I read beautiful words of love everyday.
Why then can I not word a romantic poem,
That will ryhme, and voice the verses I would call my own?
I can draw the most amazing pictures through vivid imagery
And yet I can't write a worthwhile word or romantic poetry.
I wish to worship the love bestowed unto me
From the heart of my lover with perfectly worded accuracy
Of what our love creates, nurtures, and restores.
I want to write a poem for him that'll break down many doors
That present themselves to be boundaries that limit the merit
I give to him. To put it simply I would state that I adore
Him. There are days, I may not say how I fee
Interesting how time is measured isn't it?
One day you are in the midst of June
And the next your falling face down
Into the cold embrace of December!
Everyday that passes, I sit at my window
In my leather chair, sipping some sort of tea
That suits my temporary moods fancy,
Pondering the gifts that have been given me each day.
Is there really any way to preserve a moment in time?
Can we revisit a point that's past, can it be done?
One answer always wiggles its way into my open mind.
Simply a memory can retrieve the breath lost to lifes flight.
Memorys, though they fade, and crumble into dust,
Like an old picture water dampened o
Somedays I forget how lucky I am to have caring friends.
Friends who would do seeminly anything for me.
I owe them a debt to which I could never
Fathom to repay, besides offering to them
What they have offered to me. The quench of hunger
For love, A forgiving family.
A family that will accept me like no other
Like a bond of blood as strong
As a sister or a brother. My friends offer unto me
The gentle touch that I would have from a lover,
The advice I would recieve from my father or my mother,
And the shoulder I always need when I am unstable on
My feet, about to fall over the cliff into obilvion.
How can I repay this stong bond
I haven't heard you voice in the longest time.
Your the someone to whom I loved for quite awhile.
But, he knows how it feels to fall so far it hurts.
He knows how it feels to recieve the broken fragments
Of his own heart, like I had recieved mine.
You left me in the dark, hun, but I forgive you.
You were scarred and scared and not in the right mind.
I forgive that you broke your vow of loving me
For the rest of time. For if I held you true to your vow,
Even now would I still be broken and lost.
A searching soul bleeding and forgotten.
Somehow I recieved my sanity,
And put on a false front to get myself by
All those cold days tha
Spiced rum and eggnog sit on a maple table,
A sheaved piece of mistletoe hangs from the door.
The fire place emits a blue flamed, ash scented heat
That permanates the room ina heavenly glow.
Crackling and spitting, the hearth heats the room
And threatens to melt the chocolate in the
Hanging Christmas stockings.
The small pine tree radiates with tiny fires
That reflect from the candles and hearth
Onto glass spheres that dangle from many
A brach enveloped in tinsle and blink bulbs.
A simple angel clothed in a white gown
With golden feathered wings, hugs the very
Tippy top of the tree. Touching the hearts
Of onlookers with her s
Everytime that you say you love me
A Kick goes through my system
Like a shot of adrenaline
You pierce my flesh
Pulsing through my veins on a whim,
Of boundless love.
Never have I known a better gift,
Than to lace my fingers with yours.
I love how you lick my fingers
As I move them along your lips,
And trace your cheak bones
to your forehead, nose, then back
To your moistned lips.
I love when you act like
Your slipping into sleep,
And then poke my stomach
So that I make a little sqeak.
One of these days I swear,
I will fall right off the bed!
Knowing the clutz that I am
I'll drop and hit my head!
I lay here rembering the words that
Were spoken without ever being said.
They needn't be voiced because they
Were spoken in my bed,
And in our heart beats so that you
Didn't have to whisper your emotions.
Though I am glad you did, it's always nice
To hear tho
My bed is still warm moments after you had to leave.
My pillows smell of your shampoo,
And there is a short brwon hair on top
Of my pillowcases frilly lace.
We had snuggled for hours
That seemed endless.
Were endless,
But somehow came to an end.
Funny how time works out isn't it?
The cotton sheets are ruffled,
And my comfortors on the floor.
Actually, I think you have left
A sock here once before.
I know your shirts are still
In my closet...
Seems we keep forgetting to
To exchange our clothing...
I find it amusing how you leave
Your toothpaste on the sink.
Nearly falling off the counter
And onto the lynolium floor.
Taki
Crisp green leaves envelope a cherry red berry
Hanging from our walkway.
Various relatives and friends walk under the magical kiss compeller.
Every year I watch as my fater nails the plant with his hammer,
Just below the entrance way it sways,
And the little golden bells gingle
When the door slams shut from wind or family.
For years I wished for someone to kiss
Beneath the hanging mistletoe.
Someone who would wrap his arms around me and
Whisper that he will never let me go.
I had always wanted a man that would love me so,
But I passed it off as a far off dream,
So the hurt wouldn't linger like it did a very long time ago.
Ho
Part one
Love is as simple as offering the first bite of pumkin pie
to him.
Love is as plain as watching the sun set in the sky
with him.
Love is more than the feeling of wanting to die
with him
Love is simply always wanting, caring for, and standing beside
him
What is it
That is sought
From the depths
Of the human heart?
What makes
The very essence
Of our
Exsistence
Burn down to
Ashes?
Only to recieve
The second
Breath of Life
In our
Reincarnate lungs.
The sickness spreads.
Total body control in 10
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her heart stopped.
" Time of death, 5:01pm, May 29"
Strings of hair fall on the floor
In heaps here
and there.
Cups of coffee...
Downed.
T
Will the Radience of the moon
Be the only beacon to light our way?
For it is a dark road we travel,
And all we have are memories of yesterday.
Illuminated is the damp
Decayed
Forest trail we trod.
But will the dancing moonbeams
That play upon your face
Leave me is sudden darkness
And dissapear without a trace?
Claps posted on the door
Retribution given for reward
Rover seeks shelter there
He tethers up his weary mare
Lightning strikes and thunder crackles
The heavy rain leaving mens sight shackled
A hooded shade enters the pub
He sits at the counter, orders a mug
Sundry eyes gape for a time
Then return to their games, cheap ale, and wine.
Not a candlemark later he retires
Leaving the room a gossiping fire
In a half lit room he finds a bed
Strips out of his clothes and lays down his head
Apparatiuons then form a screeching line
Swopping they recover his forgotten mind
A lovely maiden wearing robes
A young boy attempting to propose
There was an ocean
A vast expanse of mysteries,
The unknown.
Like a butterfly
Drawn to a flower
I descended under
The icy water
And found life!
Not far below the surface
I found treasure beyond belief
And, yet, it's sad how many
Refuse to trek beneath.
But alas it is their loss
Because I knew I'd find
A great treasure that was lost
And once erased from time!
Now nestled in my breast
Is a peice of Heavens art.
For more precious than gold
Is the be-diamond heart!
Now what is this treasure called?
Does it have a name?
For, indeed, I find it sronger
Than the lotus flowers bane.
Will the radience of the moon
Be the only beacon to guide our journey?
For it is a dark road we travel
And all we have are memories of yesterday.
Illuminated is the damp,
Decayed,
Forest trail we trod.
But will the dancing moonbeams
That play upon your face,
Leave me in sudden darkness?
Forgotten by my only world.
The beggining of the end by Bloodchild77, literature
Literature
The beggining of the end
On the day,
Two comets parted
They had danced.
Together they flew
Upon the starry sky.
It was blissful oblivion
Then the world,
Unseen to most,
That they knew very well
Locked them in blackholes.
Torn from each other they seek
Brief meetings time and time again.
Until they can fly
side by side
Together till the worlds
Untimely end.
ride on the underground by the-beastie, literature
Literature
ride on the underground
hunched creature rattling:
a snake in a rat-trap
shrieking like a banshee it
throbs along a thick tunnel
licks the curving walls away
sweating against them, eats
through gravel, wormlike—
skeleton bones howl and snap:
taca-ta-taca-ta-taca-ta
spitting through a dank fissure
clenched to ranks of tracks.
inside, hanging people shudder
swaying together, knocked
like stones in a tumbler;
old arthritic bones
cracking and twisting
a cold metal body.
As I stand in this Desert vast
From the Heat I feel the blast
And the waves of sands do wind
Like the endless serpentine
This Desert stands round
A burial ground
In this jungle I exist
Amgost the trees and ancient mist
And the trees do collapse and crawl
Each praying a fate escaped
but none will be blessed at all
This barren ground stands aghast
An epitaph for those who failed to last
In the waters I obsess
Within the waters I caress
And play witness to all that's foul
As each sea creature dies with scowl
An angered face now empty and hollow
These waters drift and sway
Knowing that they've seen a better day
In this metropo
When you find river, It's winding through.
Hear simple silence, And plunge into.
When you find woman, That you adore.
There's no possesion, You are all her.
The words, I love you, are too misused.
And silence whispers, don't be bemused.
I love you honey, That's easy way,
But when you feel me, you cant fly away.
The dirty manners of those who lie,
Can wound you baby, can make you cry.
When you're in love, you cannot say,
You cannot whisper or tell her: Hey.
Instead of all, your power beats,
It makes her hear, and she competes.
The stunning, deep glance of your eyes,
Makes love reveal, which never dies.
Sleep precious, close your eyes
let your heart be as light as the feather flies
Put down your burden and rest your head
be as content as the Flower Spring I read
Drift peacefully into a blessed void
to a place where all is perfect and none destroyed
For in dreams we find escape
a world our own to mold and shape
To dance, to play, to sing songs sweet
to fill the yearning and be complete
Where rules and laws do not apply
let Golden Wings adorn you and question not why
Know that the cares of the morrow
are not meant for the nights borrow
So ease your heart and sleep
wake with smiles, please do not weep
Place your sorrows in Gods'
I'm stuck on you
and everybody says
that I should just move on
and never look back
But I can't do that
even if I could
because I'm stuck on you
stuck for good
I am stuck on you
stuck for good
and I'm stuck for you
What should I do?
Some people will say
that this is wrong
but what can I say?
its just a song
I am stuck on you
stuck for good
Yes I'm stuck for you
What should I do?
I may be stuck on you
but I can't move at all
so you see that I'm stuck on you
stuck for good
Your subtle curves
a river's spills
until we reach
beach and banded
sands of brine deltas
near as nothing else
what dwells seaside
to real waves
so long
i've eyed
this place we
to-flow-gether
me with a
riverboat's
groom,
aseashell's
bride.
He wears long sleaves at summers peak.
Dons a switchblade of two and half feet.
Here trods the boy who holds his head high.
Keeping his sanity till night is nigh.
The blood trickles down his muscular arms.
Oblivious is he, while the knife inflicts harm!
Dizzied and spinning in a tumult of terror.
Too late he finds his last cut was an error!
The carpets stained red from deep laceration.
He checked his cell phone, and filled with disposition
Not one person called for him that night.
It was a relived, animated, never ending blight.
A tunnel overtakes him, as he breathes his last.
A giant snake crushes his ribs and he thinks on his p
Current Residence: In Allans lap Favourite genre of music: rock... then classical. Favourite photographer: Bloodytearsofremorse Favourite style of art: anime, manga , comics! Operating System: The system that controls my sporadic glomping impulses! MP3 player of choice: Ipod, but I bend more towards the Cd players Shell of choice: sea shell! Wallpaper of choice: The kind that says Emo Kid all over it! Skin of choice: skin of others Favourite cartoon character: Tohru Honda in Friuts Basket ( I know that it's manga) tis better Personal Quote: Anyone who thinks all poetry is emo is deprived
Yesterday. So many words can describe it. Spectacular, magnificent, amazing, awesome, romantic, etc... I was invited to go to Longwood Gardens by Allans parents and it was so rediculously fun! First we ate some pumkin pie at his house that his sister made, heavenly her pies:heart: Afterwards we made the long hour an a half trip down to Maryland to this spendid place that housed Christmas lights and decorations, greenhouses, geese (honestly, couldn't go one second with out seeing one and hearing GEESE! from Allan or his dad :glomp: their bloods boiling cuz' the opening day to hunting season for deer and such is monday, our anniversary!:heart:)
I guess you don't see the cliffs edge untill you are standing on tiptoe about to fall over it. That is how my life seems to be anyway. i disregaurd so many aspects in m,y life, that they eventually catch up with me, and force my eyes open. Perhaps most of you, my devoted readers, friends, and family, have seem a new side of me you had never thought exsisted? Well, I have too, and frankly it scares the hell out of me. Moderation is for every thing, and It's about time I start using the head I was given. It's not fair of me to hurt other people, but it's definately not fair of me to let them hurt me, and suffer for their mistakes. I can't do th