Blades of grass, wet under foot, insect eyes
Dusk, offset by the cricket orchestra
Muted and receding into the trees and bushes,
Tickled by the wind, rattling snake tail wind
While we may be in the company of wolves,
A long legged friend is late for the party
Eyes, little iridescent stars
Attending to each one, and look there,
There she is, making the most beautiful geometry
Parallels within the octagons, pulling silks
An arm for every task, little perpetual motion machine
Is that the Queen of the Night under the rusted iron?
A forlorn lady, black patent leather, kill a man, maybe two
With her danger red symmetry, oozing with youth
And a penchant for paralysis, no one can resist her wine
Then there's the hall of cob webs, threadbare handkerchiefs
Left by ladies who exhausted all of their company
To be a spectacle under the moon, in the wood pile
Dressed up in the finest furs, all earth tones
Stepping out to introduce themselves in girlish droves
Venus of another sort, these little cursed jezebels
Hovering on the skin of the water, or on the red brick wall
Must frequent every happy corner, and slip away at a moment's notice
A real lady always knows when to say goodnight
Such graceful exits through cement cracks
Back to the parlor, to glow in the dark
And they become spiders again
Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin
Whisper lies as I let you in
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail
Let the Deicide commence.
You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less
Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence,
And for you there is no forgiveness,
On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies;
The father of lies.
I will never be enslaved in your superiority
The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies.
Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be
Apollo and I will share our dreams,
and you will be forced to see
I know who you are...
Readily the first to present your scars
Chained by some despot or mental czar
An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars
Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake
Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate!
...And you see me suffering
Not caring of any casualties
Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy
So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways
Solipsist - Is there no one you can see?
Even if she was presented burning?
Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe?
Even if Sophia was screaming?
Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me
Imprisoned in your own personal reality
I-am an I-T with I-D and I-LL BE
staring at your I-G cause when I-SEE
you I-FEEL so happy, And MAY-BE I can be your J-B.
But I-SUCKS, Cause I have no HI-LUX
Cant treat you to Starbucks, watch movies on I-MAX.
Cant bring you to WHITE-ROCKS resort with HIGH-BILLS
Eat chicken, steak in FRY-GRILL.
But I-FEEL that I-WILL be with you,
UN-TIL I died from a HIGH-CHILL.
But IM-STEEL to BE-KILL
So I-STILL climb lots of HIGH-HILLS
With you while on your HIGH-HEELS
And I'll-STEAL your heart for real.
To RE-VEAL that my love for you is FOR-REAL.
Just to prove you Girl what I-Feel.
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A thorough yield
On a farm field of far east
It took me time to realize
How far I am to my far east of coast
Call of my weather
Call of my winds
I sailed further and farther
To my naked coasts
Naive songs, Nimble rains
Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds
Reaching this far
I kissed my earth
Ground of my grief
Glory of my ghosts
Glad is those leaves
However scanty they are
Cast is my shadows
No longer they hide
My colors and my figures
They cast numbers on stars
Measure their light
Scope my winters
Scale my summers
Scanty my rains
Scuttle I wish my springs
Now let me see my greens
Their leveling heights
Their leafy gaze
Their spiderly gesture
Their primordial texture
Now let me be slow
In company of my greens
#Poem by +Gokul Alex
I wake on the sand
Right near the beach
You have yet to awake
Far out of reach
And Daybreak has arrived
A beauty unlike any other
Comparable only to us, girl
And how we love each other
So I gaze up alone
Marveling up at the sky
The warmth of the sun
Drying my eyes
I'm reflecting on us
Oh how each other we trust
I'm just so happy we're together
And I think to myself,
Just as this sun, we'll last forever
Then returning to be with you
I lay again now
Place my hand gently
On your warm tender shoulder
While I think of our lives today, love
And how they'll be when we're older...
I know there'd be no other way
So "I Love You" I make sure I say
To you, each and everyday
My lady you must have been sent from above
Immediately we clicked
You fit me like a glove
I don't know what it is
But you better not give me a kiss
Or it could lead to something bigger
Probably you having kids
My sensitivity button triggers
I didn't think it was possible
My hormones appear to be unstoppable
I see you in my dreams
Smile bright your white teeth gleams
Hair kept nice
No trace or flakes
No disrespect but I admire your body
So many doors to go through
Like Trump Tower's lobby
Will I enter the right one
You are the very best
To have you I am very blessed
If you leave the feelings may be worse
The sins I have pledged
Mark of the beast
I see you as a disguised angel
The number one territory
I'm here to claim you
A metaphor for my feeling
My right leg is sore from the one-knee kneelings
If I cry my eyes are the oranges can you see the peelings
Goodness that walk, so full of grace
No girl can take your place
At putting a smile on my face
The only girl to share the food on my plate
Walk hand-in-hand through Heaven's gate
My Angel is what I call you
Animorph like a cow how I go moo
You are no ghost so I won't say boo
I love you and I know you love me too
Doesn't it remind you of that song from Barney
Your love has a fire don't pull the alarm on me
Like a knot of bodies we can never untangle
My solid spirit
Through the lonely woods, I may head,
Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,
At the secluded horizon, I may stare,
And only you, I may see,
In those symphonies of silence,
In those melodies of calmness,
In those euphonies of quietness.
By the silent lake, I may lay,
Till the twilight fades, I may stay,
Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,
And only to you, I may talk,
Through those toungueless emotions,
Through those wordless attachments,
Through those voiceless sentiments.
In the lone meadow, I may wander,
Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,
In companionless seclusion, I may hide,
And only in you, I may find,
The depths of oneness,
The bonds of togetherness,
The cozy feel of coalescence.
In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,
At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,
Through a million wounds, I may bleed,
And only in you, I may seek,
The balm of love,
The warmth of affection,
The heal of inseparability.
I do not know?
Give me drink, rest, and solitude--
these are all the things I long for.
Give me as well your finest food
and I'll ask of you, lass, no more!
My bonnie lass, what's the matter--
why are you all sorry and alone?
Don't be sad because you're fatter
than most, lass, for love loves its own.
Sweet lass, I'll tell you a secret.
If I were a young lad again,
I'd pursue you without regret!
But as I am three-score and ten
years old, indeed, I can never
be the youthful lad you most need.
But your pain won't be for ever:
for your heart will refuse to bleed.
I know you.
Candles lit, incense fuming,
You like it when I bite your neck, just hard enough.
Blankets thrown about the room
So recklessly, they refold themselves.
And we roll down a hill together,
Kissing the leaves, tickling with our eyes,
Laughing with our hearts.
"You'll just leave me for the next girl you find."
"Yes," I say. Because only
And it spills through the cracks in your hands
The moment you grasp it.
Like water from a stone.
She bites my neck
Drawing lines of ecstasy down my back with her fingernails
Spilling into me, fighting my words.
"I leave when the sun sets."
I do not know?
Sure it can live
No it cant feel
Something gives when the cream is real
tried to define me
reduce towers to rubble
the relationship imploded
now who's in trouble?
you must have pulled it
tho' I didn't see you do it
steel washed to grey
you weren't harmed
but you were gone
yes, you were gone
I was crying
I was dying
days changed to years
your victory thrills turned to pills
honey, you rolled in the mire
your lost kiss haunted
yet my motivation was fine
yes I realigned
yes I realigned
you lied a thousand times
you lied a thousand times
tears flowed rivers, yet time was on my side
the gods glued me back together
and where are you now girl?
hell if I know
hell if I care
I cared for you, but I don't stare back
the past is gone
I've heard where you live
and exactly what you'd give to be back here in my arms
you turned our world to black
take a sharp look at these callused hands
they'll never take you back
no, I won't take you back
The night air is cool and collective,
Running through my hair and face.
Even when I’m with people, I feel alone
In this cold blooded space.
It’s like walking through a garden
Of all your favorite foods,
But none of which can substantiate
For that one so special mood…
that beautiful frame of mind.
I only go there with you,
And only you can make it unwind.
I discovered a passion unlike any other
And in my finding I opened a world,
A world I did not know existed.
I’m on cloud nine every time I think of you,
Just the thought of you brings joy to my heart.
This garden holds many beautiful things
Many delightful pleasures,
Many cold nights,
Ecstatic times and unsystematic times!
But they mean nothing to me,
While I’m alone…
Walk with me through this garden.
In a room filled with a solitary red hue
The bourgeois spins a wheel
With no destination, nor need
She will spin until her brittle Hands bleed
Just to satisfy her ennui and artifice
But she does not see - the rien I see
The monster approaching her empty dreams
Spinning still - she does not know
The insomniac rose will begin to grow
The thorn of clandestine and ebony
Ostracized for he began to realize
What lies in nonsense is decadence
Which sparks interest
Who's lover is a dadaist
But his story is over now
As Seth lead the way
A poet dies in dismay
The thorn as she spun penetrated
A distraction and a lack of action
She knew the temptation for she so loved the sensation
Of crass, rebellious - ways
The thought laid it's seed
In her Gaulish mind it breeds
She has no other need and no regrets
So she proceeds and the smile lets
With full intention and desire
Caring none of her fate that will transpire
She presses her finger on the thorn
So now she bleeds knowingly
she did not recede
something I had said
is better than the ringing
in my worn ear drum
Winter winds blow all around.
I’m astonished by the sounds of Jingle Bells and reindeer stomps.
All of this should never stop.
Snow lies on the ground, if only that weren't too profound.
Time only leads to decay, but not on Christmas, not today.
You should see the angels pray.
Toy trains, and rag dolls are the things kids used to want.
But time has changed, yes so have children…
Santa seems as if a villain.
So much fighting, so much crying, it sounds as if the kids are dying.
“I want money, I want fame, and these toys are just so lame.”
But that’s the product we provided.
Second chances are no more, Santa’s plot we wait for.
He’s sick of this, he doesn't care, it’s as if he’s not wanted here.
He gets ready to take it all back….
There’s still one toy left in his sack, it’s for a little girl, half a world away.
Now how could he have missed this, on the perfect Christmas day?
He turns around, not time for war.
This toy, the girl is waiting for… It’s not a toy like you’d expect.
She didn't ask for electronics, or stupid games such as Sonic.
She just wanted one small thing…
She’s waiting for something EXTRA special this gloomy day.
In a bed she sits and stares, at the window near a chair.
She’s so weak, and all alone.
She doesn't even have a real home, not where there are bright lights anyways.
They've decorated a weeping willow, the only tree around the “home”.
So she has lights to see.
It’s Christmas after all, but there’s no way to calm the raging sea.
She’s dying, it won’t take much longer, and she doesn't care about the tree.
She needs a new heart extra bad.
So, Santa’s bringing her the one thing, that will stop her parents from being sad.
He rushes to the hospital in his golden sleigh, and climbs right down the vent,
He’s saving Christmas today.
Santa rushes in just in time, finds a doctor, the girl is dying.
It’s not what he usually does, but he stays and watches as they save her life.
He waits for her to wake up.
“Santa, you saved my life, oh thank you so much! I needed my heart to be touched.”
He just smiles, and kisses her hand. He’s so glad he didn't destroy the land.
Christmas is still a special day.
There’s no more sorrow, no, not today. Santa smiles though some are still ungrateful.
There’s that one child, standing in the snow, her life can now be started in the evening glow. That’s life for the grateful, loving, caring, and the thankful. Most of the time Santa just gives toys. For all the good girls and boys. But not today, and not tomorrow, once a year he gets rid of sorrow. So sleep tight and say your prayers, Christmas time is but once a year.
That feeling you get,
When it rains & you
that feeling you feel,
when you want to write
but you want to give up
cuz nothing at all
is good enough not at
to be put on that sheet
That feeling you get,
when no word in your
Brings about a
staying up late,
like you got late
for a date,
and its too late,
to go back and not be
so you stay up late,
like trying to fix a
it's impossible like you cant
its impossible it's past
its gone it is past.
staying up late
for the sake of paper
for the sake of poetry,
just to write and feel it,
that sense of
that you are a poet too,
Like those great poets
you read of.
Staying up late,
for the sake of Poetry.
I do not know?
…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
when the fall gives its rights/
to the winter/
you know I will come/
for good or for bad/
I’ll board the train/
Passing by / stations/ and countries/
I promised/ and I remember/
You said “there’s no fortuitous meetings/
…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When you’ll lose the trace/
When my firmest snickers/ wipe out/
I will/ I will come…
Unexpectedly/ knowing solely the door/
Just the road / for sure/
Before/ take you I’ll ask/
“are you ready to go?” /
You are ready/ I know/
All the noise doesn’t matter/
I don’t haste/ will be later/
…I will come.
When it finally turns out/
That November is overthrown by December/
When the first snow falls down/
Will be clear/ that nobody is remembered/
And I will come…
Somewhere in chest/ between ribs/
You slashed me/ with thoughts/
I can feel it with lips/ crawling under my cloths/
Our world is alive/ our life/ we’re alike/
I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When the death is changed into fate/
When the winter gives up/
To wait/ for spring/
to stay with shining sun/
I will come.
Near and Far Away
Near and far away,
there she is, near to me, in my head,
Yet, her lovely body is far away,
so far away she is from me,
my love, my dear.
Still I can hear her sing softly in my ear.
As her blue velvet hands, painted in white
bare flesh, hold me together,
when the sun sets, I can hear
her laughing with joy, but
at the same time, I hear
cries of sorrow, and it
starts to rain, both
near and far away.
The wind blows as if it has something to say
Almost as if to warm me to stay away
I brush it off like a speck of dust
For what I'm feeling is more than lust
I won't say it's love
Or a message from above
But what it is, is even more
Ever since you had me begging on the floor
Yet I hear the wind, very clearly now
It went from a whisper, to practically a shout
Thy wind is scary, but very honest
It guides me through all the tests
It leads the way, never steering me wrong
Thus its message sounds like a song
When you listen close you'll hear the melody
I wish to open my eyes, but I'm in fright of what I may see
So I follow the wind
All the way to the end
And when it's time for it to go
The wind's soar starts to slow
Now it is but a gentle breeze
Making it easier to breath
I open my eyes and there you are
Shining bright like a new born star
I take a chance and come real close
For I have not a single reason to boast
If not for the whispering of the wind
I may have strayed, and fallen to sin
But it showed me all the right paths to follow
And its message left me no longer Hollow
By: Cody J. Davidson
thanks for the tea, heres something about me
nothing beats poetry, sitting underneath a tree
thankin' my family for a strong identity
people watching cause its free, beauty in the scene
has me staring with a cheese, a smile at what i see
possibly a dream, caught up mentally
imagining a few things, with this human being
who has the sweetest energy, soulfood like collard greens
all fools falling means I'm really dumber than I seem
being intelligent isn't just from memory
its handling impermanence light and sensibly
and lady I'm feeling your sultry melodies
we'd be crowded if its three, sit and be my company
must be a chemistry major cause the reactions meant to be
the love we can achieve, is safe from any thieves
hold em from my queen, hearts tucked into my sleeve
I do not know?
hello! hey! boungiorno! what is the date?/
this world of dimensions created duality/
no letters/ no words/ are enough to express/
someone like you/ in reality/
i filled all your emptines/ MY still quiet bay/
as Jhon opened world in his Yoko/
you searched perfect princes/ looked for "right him"/
now at only one overman looking/
i swear/ i will hold you/ as much as i can/
would become all the axes/ and outer space/
voice is speared by the screaming wind/
falling down/ flakes to your place/
going crazy just seeing your knees/
don't regret anything/ my Benito/
unbelievable/ perfect/ unbearable/
you whisper/ "la comedia e finita"//
I sat in a small wayward cafe,
the smell of coffee beans being crushing into submission
tickled at my nosterls.
The sounds of tin cans and cups
some of them being stacked and others
drop with a violent crash.
The tables all red and round
There sat the women, with their novels, tea cups and coffee mugs
sharing small talk of innocent love.
Some women quiet and others talking.
All of them drinking something.
The cool air blew through the windows,
what a mess that wind made.
Blowing papers all around
and blowing the women's hair back.
A man sat there, writing away,
with an endless cough, a tickle at his Adam's Apple.
Then again everyone had a cough.
I sat there reading poetry, writing poetry, embracing poetry
with a pen in one hand and my head in the other,
gently resting of the red round table.
I wrote of the cafe, the women, the man with the endless cough,
that shattered your ear drums everytime he put his hand to his mouth
and coughed away.
A woman who sat reading way,
drinking lemonade and sometimes
taking long glances up.
She was waiting for someone, I could tell.
I looked at her and she at me,
and we both smiled.
Then a sudden silence,
she looked away from me.
A man, who had an ego,
(Then again, doesn't every man have one)
brushed my shoulder and pushed me away.
He apologized, not sincerly.
They kissed and hugged,
I went back to writing with a frown.
They went away in love, I guess?
And I sat all alone in that
lonesome wayward cafe.
Nothing to keep me company, but smell of coffee and tea
and the laughs of the women sharing small talk,
and that one man with Earth shattering cough.
Hey you, dressed in blue,
hiding your face in rags,
while carrying those heavy bags;
Come hear and show me love,
while I eat this apple
of your soul.
hold that head up toward the sun,
while I chew into the core
of that sweet apple of your soul.
Give me a kiss,
Now watch this magic trick,
I'll make all that sadness
with one simple kiss,
the stroke of a black-inked pen
to frail white paper.
don't close your eyes; I don't want
you to miss it!
Don't be scarred,
Love is on your side Blue-girl.
come into my arms;
a kiss on your cheek,
a loving kiss from heart
Feel me eat that rotten
core from deep in your soul,
and feel loved again.
No thanks required,
just a poet at his best,
doing his job.
Oh my spring girl, who walks in boots
made for the intended winter;
you who picks the first rose, which
bloom with the first month of spring.
Oh my darling spring girl, come in my
deep dreams and come into my weak arms,
as I see you in the flesh come to me in my heart,
with your brow painted with lilacs and roses
in my dreamland where we can be-
safe and sound;
come now my spring girl,
leave your winter boots at my door,
and come with me,
come now my spring girl-
Life is a struggle, this is something we’re all aware of.
Some cower down when it decides to give us a little shove.
To some people life is something to hate.
Rejection and sorrow, they fear was their given fate.
They are at a crossroad in their life right now.
They want to escape their doom, but they don’t know how.
You see these people everyday.
Walk right past them and think they’re ok.
If someone would stop and look into their eyes,
Only then may they see their silent cries.
Cries that showcase all the pain they’ve endured,
So much hurt that they simply can’t be cured.
We all know the girl who has it all,
The one who walks like she’s ten feet tall.
What we don’t know is how she feels inside.
She was always taught to smile, her real emotions to hide.
If you knew her like the four walls in her room,
You wouldn’t be so fast to judge, so quick to assume.
I’ll tell you this, something you may not believe,
Her biggest fear in life, true happiness she’ll never achieve.
How about the star athlete?
You know the one who never accepts defeat.
He walks around like he’s the man,
You definitely aren’t his biggest fan.
You don’t know what is going on in his head.
He probably wishes he could be back in bed.
You see he was up again all night,
Pillow over his ears, listening to his parents fight.
On to the next one, the girl without the looks,
The girl who walks in the hall with three or four books.
You call her the loser, geek and nerd,
You walk right past her, story unheard.
She studies hard to get good grades,
With hope to get away from her parent’s tirades.
She can’t stand being at home she needs to leave quick,
Her mother’s on drugs, her dad an alcoholic.
I hope you’ve learned that people aren’t always as they seem.
Don’t tear others down to boost your own self esteem.
Before you judge take a good hard look.
Remember, the cover doesn’t always represent the book.