I'm dying in this slow decay of the senses.
Senseless agony consumes my mind.
Eating my soul until I'm gray.
Gray like the leaves at your funeral.
The day the color faded and beauty went away.
The sky is falling,
But, only on me.
As the Heavens are calling,
They tell me to leave.
But don't put your faith, your faith in me.
Don't trust fate,
For nothing is meant to be.
The slow silent squeezing of my petrified soul.
I left my heart with the sugar,
In the bottom of the bowl.
The wounds of the mind,
Based solely on the knife.
Look for my flaws and you'll always find....
Welcome to my life.
In a dark room music plays with a slow beat,
the neon lights make you white panties and bra look like a street.
You move your body slowly and so sexy to the music,
while i look at you threw the darkness of the room set.
A big silver gun on my hip and a mountain of coke on the table,
and nothing can distract me from the beauty i see dancing so stable.
Your every move hypnotizes me,
I think I am going blind cause i am beginning not to see.
I look at your hair how it waves there so perfectly,
your legs move just like i want them to, so delicately.
You touch your breasts and you hold your but,
you give me that look in your eyes like your not wanting to stop.
You unbutton your bra and cover your breasts with your palms,
the music dies down a little and calms.
You walk up to me and than music begins to play,
that's when you start moving your body on top of me and asking me to stay.
You kiss my ear and rub my legs,
your breast rub against my inner pains.
You feel me harder than a rock,
than you decide to grind my cock.
Your body moves so sexy and slowly to the music that i played,
my body is shaking from all the excitement that is payed.
You go in for the big finish, and i tell you to get back up,
cause a lady like you should do all that kind of crap.
Be with me, be with a BOSS,
Who cares if the people i killed ever took a loss.
Dedicated to all the woman of the world.
PS: You are not trash, you are not ......... you are precious jewels. Stay that way ladies. I love you all.
all the times we shared
all the memories we have together
the memories we have together
the memories are so sweet that i cant let them go
you wild me with the love that you sprang upon me
why is it that i want you
i need you with with everything we been through
i will b waiting and waiting tell my
love comes back for me
you said you always care about me
you said that i was the one that you wanted
what happened to our love that we had
your waiting and waiting for your love
the pain is here it never went away
im longing for you got to have you
waiting for your sweert love to come back to me
im waiting and waiting for your love
after everything we been through
i still have love for you
my heart is longing for you
yet im longing for your love!
The little things about you
make up the man I love.
I love the smallest things about you
that make you who you are.
The way your nose crinkles a little bit
every time you smile.
The way you seem confused
when you first wake up.
The way your breath catches
every time you say "I love you."
The way you break out into a grin
every time our eyes meet.
The little gold specks
in your beautiful eyes.
The little freckles
all over your back.
The goofy, playful laugh of yours
even when I'm not that funny.
The way you get so protective
when you think that something's wrong.
The way you get frustrated
when other guys flirt with me.
But of all the things I love about you,
the thing I love the most is
how you always know just what to say
to make my day a little brighter.
There is nothing in this world that i can possibly think of or think of doing to tell you how much I love you.
You are so sweet to me, i can't almost stand it wen you call me handsome and cute, cause it sounds so sweet to me.
If there is anything in this world that you can think of for me to prove my love to you, just name it. I will be all over that in a flash.
Even though we didn't get to see each other for very long cause of my dumb ass, that was still what i wanted to see today really bad. Looking into your BEAUTIFUL green eyes today was like looking into Gods heaven.
The only thing that is missing is your touch on my skin. I probably would not be able to hold it in me and take a hold of you by your waist and press you against me, and than the smell of your hair would turn me on to the BREAKING POINT.
I would start by kissing down your neck and curress your neck with my tong.
Than while curressing your body, I would start slipping my hands under your shirt, and under your bra and upon your perfect titties.
Than i would start pulling your bra and shirt off at the same time and begin kissing your titties. Kiss them all the way down to your belly button and back up to your face.
When i would lift your upon my hips i would carry you to the bed and start kissing you back down your titties and your ribs and your belly button and than an inch lower passed your belly button just to get you a little more wet and wanting.
To Be Continued.
Set for Contest!
It seems so long that I must look
Among most girls, their attraction lures
But with this sight my angst does unhook
And my eyes do end their tours
The unpolished cover of your book
To suddenly turn judgment yours
As it is with great surprise
Be my expectations tragic
The cover had deceived my eyes
For these pages are but magic
Alas to Hogwarts I do not go
And to you I am a stranger
So shall I choose a book I know?
For your wonders surpass Hermione Granger
So to Panem I must take flight
As my envy does glow green
And in the Hunger Games shall I fight
For with a fire you tend to glean
I mere Peeta to thy sight
And you Ms. Everdeen
And though I not think it right
To compare the’ to what I hate
But for you I mention slight, the book, Twilight
Within its pages my affection’s fate, for with Jacob they relate
And so for you my Bella Swan
That I must assume a friend
And like Edward seek my presence gone
Loving you until the end.
Set down your book I do so wary
And reference now a great ballet
For in my arms I long to carry
And with great poise dance away
Me, a nutcracker prince, and you my sugar plum fairy.
She's constantly a dreamer,
Fantasy is where she lives,
Reality is non existant to her,
If only she could see.
She only cares about superficial things,
Popularity is her sport,
Boyfriends are the cheerleaders,
If only she could see.
Her mind is put to waste,
A head as empty as a flower pot,
Education is lost on her,
If only she could see.
She makes fun of the "weirdos",
She cannot stand the "geeks",
But those "geeks" are worth knowing,
If only she could see.
The world is 3-D,
It has depth underneath,
There is beauty under the surface,
If only she could see.
Beauty is not just skin deep,
It runss all the way through,
It's not just looks that matter,
It's how you think and see.
I got my idealism Follies
From our Mass Media that
seeks to show the ultra-modern
extravagances of today's super hip society
Too much Politics that is overtly fused
into my dimming Brain
Not interested in fighting the tide
There is nowhere to turn
Nor a sanctuary for myself to hide away
Dreams were simpler in my day
Let the Hair hange down and
say THE HELL WITH YOU
to the wiser but Elder generation in our times
It is not so easy now
A few years back
I have lost the angst
The youthful rage
This gap is becoming ever quite small
Turn to the children,
let them have it for now
The older we become
it is inevitably for certain
where to eventually travel
Beyond this frame of sphere
To believe in our culture's turmultuous lyrics
Put down the parents so we could party all the way
Jesus is a gentle man and a woman
They are not,however..an untidy rock band,looking for the gold
When or wherever I compose my poetry
Thoughts will linger on the meaning meant for us all
Shocking realization to notice
We are adults now
in a world where the controls are getting slightly out of hand
The time is now to straighten out this quandry
Clean up our room
Get rid of our dirty laundry
The sweet sound of his voice,
filling the air.
Letting me know,
He'll always be there,
The sweet smell of his breathe,
And his cologne that's so sweet.
Always seeming to knock me off my feet.
I see his sweet face.
I get lost in my thoughts.
He seems so perfect.
Like theres nothing that could go wrong,
But as I sit and I think.
I keep on wondering, why?
How could this angel,
really be mine?
He's sweet and he's caring.
He reassures me his thoughts.
Making me feel like,
The happiest girl on the block.
I'll love Mr. Anonymous,
Even when I'm gone.
I hope our love,
Forever flies on.
Shaped like a
polar magnetic field
but more greener
with a stub of a stem
let me see here
your name is
Crisp and Tangy
4017, Produce of USA
A fine specimen indeed!
I hope the fruit pickers
didn’t put their
all over your
The rough world’s bruised you
but not enough to save you.
You die tomorrow at sunup.
Glistening blonde hair
and a Golden smile
Sweet as a strawberry
Well worth the extra mile
Beautiful as a warm summer's day
Glowing like a shining star
Full of energy
She will go very far
Waiting and wondering
Smiling and enticing
Love of Poetry
Makes her the icing
Lots to do and
Young of life
When all is finished
She will be an exquisite wife
Smart and funny
She could go for
all the money.
Just take your time!
I do not know?
When there's a whim of only ache
There should be Her to soothe me
Since She's been gone it's not the same
If there's a whisper to the ear
claiming I'm still crazy
Since She's been gone I'm not the same
If worry comes to me
I'll take a knee
When beauty takes over all I see
I know She's here to save me
Never, I feel, will you return
If ever you could, would you?
Since you've been gone it's not the same
Forever seems not long enough
for the years gone by,
Since you've been gone I'm not the same
It's hard to say why I feel this way
For years come and go, I shall remain the same
In this throne of broken pride
Impossible to tell that I was wrong
But wrong I always was
It's hard to say that....I miss you
Plug it in! Pump it up!
Thin as a razorblade, the device
turn back and look at other lost people
To the one too good
For those who would
Thanks for helping me
in programming class
In My Dream
In my dream I was your gurl
In my dream i was the one who forfills your world
In my dream you showed me that you cared
In my dream i knew you would always be there
In my dream I gave you my heart
In my dream you took the love that was there from the start.
But As I said before "In My Dream"
It was only a dream that I hoped came true
But now in the end it won't be you
You are no longer in my life.
You're in my diary
Tucked away safely in the pages.
There I know I can keep you secretly.
I can read of happy times
When all I did was because of you.
Every time you made me smile,
It would effect every nice thing that I would do.
Now life is so confusing
And I wish that you were still my confidant.
The only thing that made sense was you.
You're the only person I know of that I want.
I'll continue to read of love and frienship
And I will continue to remember
How happy I was and am to have known you.
So here's to the sk8er boi I met last december.
An emerald eye is painted on the starry wall
a wink, rogue kiss of the misty eyes
Oh! Your brown eyebrows are so thin,
your love so smooth
crush me into paper, and
glue me to your world
I do not know?
Eyes of a million
Shedding tears of a billion
Tears I know not of yet
Some have all ready paid, while other still remain in debt
There’s this burning, aching, feared, pain
That tightens the throat and before you know it, your pouring rain
In the middle of the night
It pours the hardstand even in silence you’re caught in a battle you still fight.
In your mind you can hear
That pitiful, dragging, lonely sound you want to fear
Your starting to need the pain you know best
Your falling way to slow but you love what you’ve become, a mess
You watch as your drops of tears fall into an overflowed tub.
And you let yourself plunge in those salty, sweet, tears that fill your tub
And you wrap yourself in your towel of lies
It’s sad because you hate the living but your afraid to die
You’re so caught up in the pain; you find no reason to breathe
And emotions and feelings start’s to leave.
And all that’s left of you is an empty, dark, hole
Where another lost soul
Will shed a tear same as yours.
By: Casthra Demosthene
March 23, 2006