Sitting alone again, wondering if you're okay.
being alone, i remembered how i wanted you to stay.
looking for something I can hold on to.
It's the pillow that reminds me of you.
Every time the clock ticks,
I would always find a way to entertain myself &
hoping i can do some magic tricks.
before i close my eyes & go to sleep,
every night , i hope, i can be w/ you for just a glimpse.
every time it rains, i would always go outside,
but i guess no one would like to hold my hand & be by my side
I touched my face & i was already crying under the rain.
will there be someone willing to cast away all this pain?
until now, no one would risk,to wipe off these tears.
The shadow of my past, well those are my fears.
i always want to hide myself from this world's madness.
I often feel that I'm inside a bubble or in a dark sanctuary,
where there is sadness.
I hope there will be a wishing star that will pass by.
I'll make another wish,to find the guy who cant make me cry.
i sat at the corner of my room, and in my hand, was a ring,
a question that even i cant answer,
"will i forever be waiting like an Angel w/ a broken Wing"?
I remain civil for that is the cloth from which I was sired and cut
Much regret is apparent and painful in your eyes but not for me to behold
They say that revenge is a dish that is best served cold, still I wouldn’t know
Just desserts are a lackluster way to describe your unrepentant folly
Day in and day out realizing that the prince was yours to have
But you have not nor do you seek the will or power to change your past
I still at times alone eat the same breakfast we used to lovingly share
Perhaps I could invite you to this five star repast but three is a crowd
So you finally realize that you’re stuck with less than nothing
And you have to take out the trash everyday.
You haven’t left my heart
You haven’t left my mind
I’m just trying
To give you some time
Something happened in your life
You don’t care to explain
Or just can’t talk about
Until you feel the time is right
It’s o.k. my friend
I can understand
Just don’t think of my silence
As coming from an uncaring heart
For I would freely give
All that I’ve got and am
To be by your side
To be your confidant
For you mean much more to me
Than a simple hello
Or kiss in the night
You’re the very hope
That brings light into everyday
And I’ll be there for you
In any way that you allow
You’re not just a hand to be held
A touch to be felt
Or a pleasure conquered
You’re the very hope
Of what life could be
Were I to be the one
To win your heart
So while you take this walk
Know it doesn’t have to be
Or really isn’t alone
For you haven’t left my heart
You haven’t left my mind
And should you need or care to reach
My hand is always here
Welcome, Ms. Valmer!! Glad you are aboard- now you can comment on any
poem, right after reading it....and try your hand at your own, should you choose.
Lotsa great people here. PS- could not open greeting sent- comp. needs
something installed - some file, I'll have to find out how to do it. So glad you
joined! Luv, tom
Oh to be just a friend
To laugh, joke and play with you
Is not something
I know how to do
Oh how I wish it were
For it’d sure eliminate
All this pain I feel
Sometimes it happens
That starting off fun
Turns into something real
And what was meant to make you laugh
Turns into tears
That seem to take
Life’s breath away
Leaving you to feel
Like there’s so much left to say
If only this, if only that
If I only could, if you only would
So many tricks of the mind
As we try to find
Justification for holding on
To what should be freed
So we can move on
Yet we hold out hope
In each accidental hello
That tides will turn
Though they have long washed away
It’s just the way of life
And how love burns
Until we learn
The difference in what we feel
And that which is real
All men (the loser boyfriends/husbands) think that it's their right to be physically, mentally, and verbally abusive toward their female companions (girlfriends/wives), well they're wrong. Most guys are always beating their girlfriends/wives up every single day just because they didn't make their men dinner, do chores around the house, or whatever. It seems that these womanizing losers are way better than their women. Actually, they're not; they're idiots. Controlling these women and being physically, mentally, and verbally abusive toward them don't make these Neanderthals men; they're like childish cowards. All guys think that they're the only breadwinners in their families and the women aren't. But guess what--they're not; some of them don't have jobs. And does anyone knows what gets on my nerves? Men always cheating on their girlfriends/wives with other women, getting them pregnant, and not taking care of the children they already have. And those controlling, abusive men, they're always telling their female spouses/lovers what to do, what to eat, where to look, and who to talk to. I mean, who are these womanizing losers to judge other men and to boss these women around? I mean, who does that? Everybody doesn't even know why they'd bother spending the rest of their lives with those abusive idiots. This whole saying by these controlling abusive men have been getting on everybody's nerves and my nerves, as well: "You're-not-to-speak-unless-spoken-to," this "You're-not-to-talk-to-your-family" ordeal, this whole "You're-not-to-have-guy-friends," and this whole "You need me! You're nothing without me! You have no money! You have no friends! Everything's in my name: the house, the cars, clothes, everything I own! You're useless! You're worthless! I own you for life! And you will respect me!" Where I come from, the rest of us nicer guys, we treat our women with the respect they rightfully deserve. The last time I checked, the mothers have raised their sons to treat women and other people with respect, but they now know where they've gone wrong with those womanizing clowns. My suggestion for the women is for them to leave their abusive husbands/boyfriends before it's too late because if they don't, they'll end up in the hospital or the morgue. To be honest, these women, they never should've met, let alone dated or married those abusive men to begin with. And if these abusive men think that they can control those women forever, they've got another coming.
you race though my veins
like a manic fire truck
my eyes smodering from the engine
of your torrid passion
fire hoses squirting out my skin
let me in sweet darlin'
fling the ladder from your pounding heart
climb into my vacant mind
strip me naked and fling me
into your bubbling inferno
your liquid lava seething
every sweet cell breathing me in
as I slowly rise,
and dive into your
wrap yourself around me
and catapult me deep
into your long forgotten sleep
let me in sweet darlin'
envelop me completely
my senses scintillating
drown me with your magic potion
breathe me like a dragon
soak me with your moist emotion
and lift my heart
into the tranquil eye
of your whirling swirling hurricane
let me in sweet darlin'
I was going to jump on the bed at midnight
While she slept to wish her a happy birthday.
But she looked so asleep and it was so quiet.
I did it anyway because it's funnier to go through with it.
It's not like I'm throwing a nerf ball at her head.
So I get my knees on the bed and hop up-and-down
And "whisper-yell," "happy birthday happy birthday."
And she's not upset, in fact, she's giggling.
And she whispers to me that she loves me.
I whisper to her that I love her, too.
And I leave the room with the bed
I just jumped and sang on.
And I'm 32.
I mean it's not like I fell off the bed
While jumping and hurt my head.
And made an owie.
I'm not 5.
your glistening crimson lips
I waltz into your seething passion
a sexy serenade into your luminescent mouth
upon your undulating velvet tongue
frolicking in your frothy lotion
swallowed by your rainbow kiss
lost forever in your sweet emotion
drowning in your sacred love
I the one who took a shelter in your brittleness
Who was hiding behind your tears
The covert strength which overwhelm your weakness
I am the sunbeam reversed to your darkness
Your tears are my wounds
The clatter of your journey is an obvious scratches
Which frequently seize my heart
And these feels are yours, even yet you touch though you see
I try to open the casement of my heart and trace it
Is there anyone or whom?
Is it you, the biggest question?
Or maybe you are the answer
Everything revolve, encircle between the conscience and thoughts
I tried to pull my self out, withdrew all the feels that I've got
Yet the trails of yours continuously compel my limits
The silhouettes of your times mesmerize my days
I trapped within the charm of your soul
However these barriers are no longer be sustainable
I will run after you
I no longer be an idle beneath the dark side of you
I'm finished with the dawn and I will be the day
I quit play as the role of a shadow
For I am the tangible, I am real...
As real as the embrace of twilight which always there for you
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I was trapped
a subatomic particle
lost into a deep black hole
you stuck in your magic telescope
and I opened up
like a flower
I shot out like a periscope
a mystical kaleidoscope
like a solar flare
without a care
my heart exploded into a supernova
I woke up in your constellation
a phantasmagorical revelation
I'm staying here forever,
until the end of time.
In my life I often feel I am alone; alone in my thoughts, alone in my musings, alone in my day-to-day movements and unsatisfying activities. I move like a ghost through hallways and down sidewalks, unnoticed and, at times, gratefully so.
I do not wish to be eternally alone. I long for togetherness. But despite this desire for a real connection, I find myself regularly retreating from that temperamental beast that is human interaction.
“Come on now, sweetheart. Don’t lower your head. Don’t look away. Look up! Smile at someone! No! Don’t go back into your bedroom. Don’t lock the door! Why are you doing this?” my brain will plea.
I can’t help myself. Aloneness is comfortable. In being alone, I don’t have to worry about anyone but myself. I don’t have to please anyone else. I can think anything I want, wear anything I want, listen to anything I want, and laugh at anything I want.
And still there remains that nagging desire to be loved and wanted and needed by somebody. I do not know the feeling of being truly desired. I do not know what it is like for someone to crave my company, my smile, my kiss, or my touch.
But I would like to…
I cannot make someone love me or like me or want me in some primal way. It may hurt, but I cannot make that handsome boy want to hold my hand or brush my hair back behind my ear. I can only struggle on. I can only work within myself. I can only try every God damn day to hold my head up, keep my eyes fixed ahead, a give the world the best smile I have. I and I alone can bring myself out of the safety of my bedroom and into the bright world that lies beyond that locked door.
I often find myself alone with nothing more than my thoughts and the ever-strong glow of a computer screen. But no longer will aloneness be the constant in my life. It is true that never having known the caress of a man’s hand on my thigh doesn't make me any less of a woman, but I fear that if I stay confined within myself much longer I will begin to become less of a human. A flower cannot grow if it retracts its leaves and petals every time it feels the warmth of the sun or the kiss of a gentle spring rain.
And I want to grow. I want to grow so tall and blossom so big and beautifully that every place on earth is touched by my shadow at some point in the day. And I will grow. I will push myself and share myself with the world, and finally
know the closeness and comfort of love and honest, unabashed companionship.
When I tumbled into your azure eyes
I didn't realize
that I would land so deep
like a liquid tumbleweed
I swam into your beating heart
crimson tidal wave
tsunami in your chest
circling nipples on your breasts
lightning from your fingertips
drowning deep within you
is the only way to go
when my mind stops breathing
your sweet love starts to flow
I drink you now
imbibe your essence
I am your skin
in your presence I behold
all the secrets left untold
saturated with your passion
drenched by you
The instant our eyes met we knew the kiss was imminent. We smile playfully all the
while in pursuit of this aforementioned kiss. Each time we part ways we audition
attempts at the kiss in know of its accelerated position. The instance was right, I
knew it would be this night that I without trepidation, boundary or fear. Free from
hesitation and wonder of return, tonight will be the night of concern. At suns set I
stretch forward my arm, a coward no more. We adore the charm of each other and
are ready to explore, risking harm without worry all kiss" long and longed have I for
the moment on approach. I chose you as my love to share after approving smile this
incredible moment of kiss. This here is the moment of truth, I can hear your heart
beat in your ear, the same ear I now peer through into your mind and find it's true
that all fear has disappeared. My fingers brush through a handful of your fair hair,
together we share one final breath of single air. Our lips are now erect and on direct
intent of meeting, millimetres remain. The time for our minds to change has past, at
last the moment is here. Your eye sheds the tear of fears farewell, I taste the swell
flavour of "please kiss me" and I do because I have wanted to kiss you so badly too.
When a relationship is based
on a red hot snapper
with a knockout wrapper
that builds a fire in your jeans.
This kind of marriage is for
the movie screen.
In time the snapper cools down.
The knockout wrapper isn't
quite the knockout it used to be
and the fire in your jeans is on it's way out.
This is now the beginning of the end.
You don't really know each other
your not even friends
and now the fights begin.
If you had picked your wife for life
with the head on your shoulders
instead of the one between your knees,
you might have found a wife for life
instead of a high maintenance money pit
that you can't please.
she is short
in other words she is hot
when shee caries an African pot
my body looses salt
her smile is never ending
as her love is never fading
since she never likes to see me falling
as I hold while she is vibrating
she acts shy
but me and her we are so fly
up to the limit we feel so high
but we always remember to say hi
all the people say she is mean
at least that how she is seen
even you say she is thin
but my heart she will always win
she likes to observe
although we don’t meet at a reserve
but she never gets on my nerve
since we will meet at a cave
she is polite
as everything she does it right
she likes not to answer my call at night
we don’t even have a fight
The wind was blowing when she left the city...
I believe it was twenty below...
Where she was going she already knew...
But... first she had things she had to do...
Get rid of the body that was clear....
There were no options, it had to disappear....
The heater was broken and blowing cold air...
She could feel the ice, building up in her hair..
She had cleaned up the blood as best she could...
As she had hit him hard with that log of wood...
All she had asked him, was to light a fire...
To take off the chill in the house....
Do it yourself if you are cold...he snapped
And while you’re at it get me a cold beer...from the fridge..
It was early morning when she finally arrived at the bridge..
This was his favourite fishing spot...
She pushed his body off the pier...along with his ice cold beer..
And suddenly began to shiver and sneeze.....
Oh well, she said...this too shall pass..
When I get to the Florida Keys..
PS..this is the first in a series..watch for part 2.."gator bait..the dream "
YOU SLY DOG
I saw you standing there all alone.
I came over to see where you ready to move on.
You said you were just shooting the breeze.
I left without thinking that you probably were deceiving me.
You arrived home about ten.
You pull yours shoes off as you were kissing me.
Never did I expect that you had not been doing anything but what you said.
I told you to get you something to eat so that we could go to bed.
Morning came and nightfall and this behavior continued.
We would spend time together and talk.
Wednesdays were your night for personal space.
If I came across you, I found you always standing in the same place.
Today I found you out.
You are a sly dog and contrite.
You are a cheat.
I want you out of my life.
You sly dog.
You ain't lucky at all.
I am what you call a hopeless
But im also a lost lovers cause, my
heart belongs to another
Yet in my head a love triangle starts
to form, the girl I love doesn’t love
She holds the heart to another and
mine caged to the floor,
She isn’t afraid to fight for what she
wants, not even when it comes to
leaving another man torn
Trust me she’s happy, as that boy
holds her heart ever so close
Seeing what I shouldn’t I smile as I
wear my blind fold,
Blind to everything around, lifeless
staring into air
My train of thought running so fast,
the second I stop you’ll hear a crash
Derailing my hope, for ever finding a
love so pure & rare
Wishing I could hold the hand of the
lover who stole my flame,
Wish I could change the last days in
which we parted ways,
Realizing now that we can never be
Finally saying it out loud as tears run
down my face
You stole my happiness, as I walked
away that day
But it’s because as of what you said
I guessed I changed,
Now every relationship has just be
No one can seem to bring back that
Because a love likes ours comes
once in a lifetime
Well at least it does to me,
But I mean you’re happy with who
I mean I only wrote this as I heard
exchanging “I love you” flow from
each of your lips.
I want the world to revolve around you
I want you to be upset if you feel I am ignoring you
I want that pain to tug upon heart
when you can't get in touch with me
I want that tear drop to run gently down your cheek
when you think of me so far away
I want that heart of yours to long for me
when you hear the pitter patter of rain drops on your window sill
For my love, if you stop wanting any of the above
Then what we have now will
I am afraid , turn into what we had .
So let our minds draw wisdom from our hearts
Let our hearts draw wisdom from our minds
Let them share equally that wisdom
So they,like us ,
Can become the best of friends
Then the best of lovers
Faith lost, love failed
All because of what's unveiled.
And in this pain I have been jailed.
It was not you, it was all me
And no one else will ever see
How these things all came to be
But now it's lost, now it's gone
I watch the sky for signs of dawn
Yet I never played you as my pawn.
I hid in dark, I hid in lies
I kept it all from dark brown eyes
I now await for harsh goodbyes.
No one will see, no one will hear
The reasons I held these secrets dear
Yet visions' still blurred by means of tears
I watched you rise, I watched you grow
And that's why you did not know
The deceit I had yet to show.
It was your laugh, it was your smile
That kept me quiet all the while
Trudging every single mile
You own my soul, you own my heart
I can not bear for us to part
Let me help the healing start
I am a human, I am a girl
And mistakes come about and whirl
Causing rivers of silver pearls
You do not believe, you do not trust
This healing process is a must
The reliance will rise up from the dust
It will take long, it will take time
And many, many clocks will chime
Until our love's back in it's prime
I love you now, I love you forever
Please let us spend it all together
I want to part not now, not ever.
The mood is set….
Me and you, you and me
The warmth of Love swims through us both
My touch on your body
Soft and sensual
Your skin lingers,
Your emotions begin to spill like an overflowing caldron
O’ how you desire this moment between…
Me and you, you and me
Your gentile hands on my body,
The touch so delicate
And your lips against mine
For these feelings we share cannot be defined
Our bodies become one
Together in Love….
Me and you, you and me
Your sweet embrace I cannot resist
And you the same
Our bodies’ dance together,
A dance of passion and Love
Still as one.
For this moment will end
But the passion,
Will last forever…
I awoke from a dream I was Dreaming; into a Dream I was Dreaming
About “ Barbara Jean “ , the Centre of my Soul, twinkling Stars ; Above
Calling my name; holding my heart, bringing Truth to unknown “ Reality “
This ; Mr. HGarvey Daniel Esquire ; is a Love you can not Escape
Hold Her, Caress Her, LOVE Her Forever : Each Eon of ETERNITY
Together as One “ Entwined , as One “; to the FOREVER and ALWAYS
“ Barbara Jean : “ I LOVE YOU “
Your smile means that much to me it drives me wild like the song I sing
from the radio dial it brings me near I could see a shadow of fond memories
just to know your smile is near is all I need to see my days are long my work
is tiring when I see you it hit's me like lighting the minutes goes off in my head
time stand still as I greet you at the top of the hill holding you tight all through
the night waiting to see that morning glow just to know I will behold that spark
that grin when I see your smile that's when my day begins.
Her touch has rendered me weak.
I've lost the strength to speak
And to fight the feeling.
I lost control.
My nails swept her cheek
While she stayed there, kneeling.
Her smile started to hum
While my heart began to drum
To the beat of her swaying.
At last I'm whole.
We couldn't keep from
Each other, now we're laying
And watching the sun lose size
Hand in hand with closed eyes.
The sun remains yonder.
Our bodies' heat
Continues to rise
As we let our hands wander.
Necking in the flowers,
Minutes feel like hours
But time's still flying too fast.
We're both complete.
This night is ours.
And we'll make love like it's our last.
With closed eyes I lay back naked to surroundings and noise, escape. Pencil inside
the soft grip a slide show of mind displays beauty, I see each mole, scar, shine and
blemish as though touchable live flesh. Knowing the lids of my eyes and mind as the
creator and opening my eyes will erase the art. I choose to sit in darkness.
Her spouse is a little bit physically unfit
So she wanted my body -
I wanted her heart because I was not so smart
Then couple of years later she found a partner
And lost interest in me
Now I need her body
As the earth needs the sky
As the hungry ones need the food
But she has found a partner
Now she doesn’t need me anymore!
1. Rick my Angel
Whenever I hear songs we used
to sing, your memory comes flooding back
to me on a flight of angels' wings.
When I look to the sky the sight of
you comes back to me through the pictures
in the sky and that always brings a
smile to my face and a song to my heart.
I don't have to catch up to your
pace as if running a mile race, Instead
I can sit back and write a book
of memories of the songs we will always
share while looking to the sky
of you riding on the angels wings.
She makes… rainbows sprout from her fingertips with every touch of my corpses flesh, her angelic
presence, bringing sunshine to my cheek with lips unshaded, her kisses, were full of sun beamed
pleasures and, all I could do was steal them, steal love from the heart of one whom I felt, I’d never be
deserving of. Introducing life to the hands of one broken, tattered by his past and scared of the déjà
vu. Only hoping that she, could wipe the waterfalls from his grassy planed face. When she did so much
more with just a stare, she, penetrated his mind and made him fall so… so peaceful like. With truth only
found in the way her hands serenaded his cheeks as her lips marinated his and we fade… into
teardrops in the ocean, knowing I’d drown forever for a kiss on my corpse cheek just to know… that
you’ll always love me and never hurt me… not like the others did. Fear is the death of bravery, but I’d
soon go toe to toe with the rights to your eternity to prove that, we were made for each other.
Carrying the cross for my own crucifixion if it’d show how much I love her. &you could pierce my body
and all I’d bleed is the reasons I love her, then die and be reborn on the 23rd hour to prove that… I
could never go a day without her. So I ask you, what else do I have to prove?
Much is said in cultivation,
Shallow words spent with seed.
Empty vows between the sheets,
‘Of course I love you baby.’
Toxic ailments of assurance,
Commitment breeds dependency.
This sepulchre I designed,
Where walls of doubt incessantly shrink.
A tomb which dims with every glance,
Yet limpidly I sit and think.
Prognostication is a ditch,
Living with Cassandra’s Curse,
To view before events unfurl,
These augurs indisputable.
Predictions based on things I’ve done,
Games I’ve often played and won.
O dilemma, consort of quandary,
Why does ambivalence prevail?
A heart divided cannot love,
Ergo romance is doomed to fail.
‘Tis strange to thirst and then to drown,
Dropped within the sultry water.
Petrified I couldn’t swim,
But in the depths I belong.
A Shark of Love once was I,
Domestic nets now thwart my flow.
That I may roam this ocean free,
And hunt the seas I used to know.