To know you've gotten more serious,
just wear the dark ones,
and having you're hair tied up too firm.
To see you flinching when I touch you accidently,
and you try to distance yourself but also want to help me.
But you try to not seem it to be like you just do it to me.
I remember the times you Held me the doors open and offered me a hand.
It's okay you don't do it anymore.
I remember.
Don't worry, I always liked you even though I never loved you.
I still have your gifts in one of my books.
Don't worry and just ignore me.
I remember.
I won't throw them away.
If you would've said just said this to me,
I know my mind would'nt go in crisis,
and I wouldn't tend to be tense.
You know I try to mainatin being me.
I didn't even needed a sorry.
But the thing is, you didn't even talk to me, ever again.
Now I don't know,
if you don't care,
or are hurted.
How should I response,
when there is nothing,
I can response for?
Categories:
heavies, august,
Form: Free verse
Dreaming of you
Takes my breath away
I can almost feel your arms around me
Feel the passion in your every touch,
setting my skin alight, pumping fire through my veins
First gentle and slow
Then more urgent as ardor rises
You’re breath heavies
and your lips more forceful
as grappling hungry hands eagerly grope tender flesh
Fulfilling an unending craving that aches to be sated
fuelling twin flames
So begins the eternal dance of seduction
Every deep pleasure stroke
pushing us forward to the apex of desire
And the blissful abyssal fall
into passions little death
Ahh the serenity that follows
Soo calm and at peace
in the cozy nest of your warm embrace
Listening to your deep breathing as I drift into slumber
I know I am home
10.07.21
Categories:
heavies, love, muse,
Form: Free verse
I can hear a faint sobbing
It's despair screaming in my soul.
Crying out for help and I can't reach them
Who can it be...?
The sound is so familiar.
Dread heavies my heart
Searching for an answer
A whisper in the dark.
Where's the light?
Has it been long gone?
A broken mirror hung sadly near me
I peered to my reflection
Only to see tears staining my cheeks
Could it be?
That it was always me...
Categories:
heavies, beautiful, confusion, deep, depression,
Form: Free verse
Take this gift
More perfect than a full moon.
It is softer than silk,
The tresses of unblemished ksin.
Its fragrence heavies the night air,
Making those around it dizzy
As they breath deeply to draw in the scent.
And its color is of a deep bloodred,
Smoothly cut rubies of elegance.
Answer to the riddle:
4 letters: the 18th letter of the alphabet, the 15th, the 19th, and the 5th
Categories:
heavies,
Form: I do not know?
Every night, my son prefers to watch late night movies.
But early in the morning, he does n’t like to go to school,
He complains he has a headache and his body feels heavies,
When I suggested him to go to bed and don’t mix gravies,
I want to watch football don’t disturb me dad, he replies,
Every night, my son prefers to watch late night movies.
Early in the morning, when he is late finds trouser navies,
He blames against my daughter why she asks to get up early,
He complains he has headache and body feels heavies.
He always fights with girls and cries he deserves babies,
And he beats them and claims why do they disturb him?
Every night, my son prefers to watch late night movies.
He plays games and don’t want to share his hobbies,
Always watches his muscles and prefers to watch wrestling,
He complains he has headache and body feels heavies.
He also feels nervous when girls arranged lobbies,
Why did you complain against him he clarifies?
Every night, my son prefers to watch late night movies.
He complains he has headache and body feels heavies.
Categories:
heavies, caregiving, devotion, education, father,
Form: Villanelle