Oh, preacher man,
You whisk away my breath
With your words.
You whisk away my heart
With your lips.
You whisk away my soul
With your touch.
Living each night
Within secret passion,
We hide ourselves away,
Discreetness a must,
For we are sinners
In their tainted eyes.
Yet our love is Godly true.
But from sometime unknown
In our guilty pleasures,
A new life is created,
A new life is born.
And no longer can we live
In our secret bliss,
Madness rises in the crowds,
They chastise us,
They stone me,
And place this letter upon my breast,
For everyone to see my sin.
The time is coming,
Death awaits me,
Oh preacher man,
Lift your eyes to God, and pray,
Rip away this letter
From my breast,
Burn it to ashes,
Then whisk us away
From these God fearing sinners.
Been Pushed
I got pushed by the
sensation of others;
For my price is to cross
but the hardest ways.
I got yet the most expensive
cross-sectional of life;
Making life much better!
I got all but once,
One of life sky-rocket
chance to height;
For the cost's one yet expensive.
I've got the truth in been pushed
and been pushed by
others desire.
A Vampire's Love
a vampire's kiss sucking you dry
tasting your blood comingling with mine
erotically licking the salt from your neck
feeling your body tremble with each peck
from my hungry lips
your veins pulsing inches away
carrying your lifeblood to a soul that prays
only for life and for love
yet who am I to take that away
someone who yearns for you night and day
craving your skin to scratch with my nails
gliding over you as if impaled
by a mighty force who softly moans
with each thrust of ecstasy
shuddering us to the bone
orgasmic delight in each breath that we take
carrying ourselves further away
toward a mental Heaven our minds will create
until the moment that you feel the pain
from my biting teeth, a love so true
you pull me closer, you want it too
your wounds burning like fire
your mind consumed by mad desire
as life escapes your body
I hug you tighter
and eagerly await your souls departure
to my world in the hereafter
where you belong to me
tonight and forever after
my vampire love always together
forever and forever and forever
Without persons there would not be a tear
Of wells they spring forth of emotions clear
What be purpose so personal a tear
Running in river’s emotions so clear
Emotions of a mother brings a tear
Cuddling newborn baby very dear
Neglected child, poor misfortunes not mild
Borne in broken homes of chaotic wild
Salute of veterans brings many tears
Sitting without their legs in their wheelchairs
Their sacrifices visually clear
Their freedom for ours, something very dear
Their salty drops of water drop in beers
Taverns of lonely hearts, tokens of Cheers
Tear lotions, giving emotions of dove
Consciences would soon sear over without love
Little bitty tears spoil the acts of clowns
When final act of life’s curtain comes down
Salty tears neat, when life produces treat
Tear summative blessings of life be sweet
May we live and learn as tear rivers burn
As human faults, failures and pleasures churn
Let us measure our treasures by tears lost
As life measures our pleasures, counting the cost!!
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Destroyer ~ Poet
Contest Name:any poem goes......
PROMISE
I give you heart, to lift us if there's sorrow
to guide us to what God alone can see,
I give you faith, to help us want tomorrow;
to make of life what we'd have life to be,
I give you hope, for times without a reason,
the very hope that brought your love to me;
so we can know that season follows season
and life is but what we make life to be.
I give you love, that never has an ending,
that knows no bounds, this love is all of me,
and love from you is all my apprehending,
that life will be what we make life to be.
I give you me,
yes all of me.
Virginia Beach, VA 03/11/2011
I wonder sometimes how my life would be,
living without this mental disease.
They run my life and everything I do,
controlling me however they please.
With the anxiety, the doubt and the insecurity I feel,
it grabs me like a thief.
Holding on to all the I am,
I live a life full of misery and grief.
I am fading away into a new creation forming,
molding my soul to fit the evil within.
Dazed and confused, lost to who I've become,
the devil in my eyes and n attitude to my grin.
I wake up every morning,
to a train wreck in my head.
The voices are so loud and distorted,
but I can't understand what's being said.
Day in and day out,
I live inside m own personal h*ll.
Constantly I find myself spacing off,
my only way to take control, I rebel.
My deepest inner thoughts,
are place upon the highest shelf.
I have locked them safely away,
my only protection for myself.
We’ve been blank from there,
We’ll be blank when there,
But till we stay here,
Should seek life everywhere.
We know none,
When we came down here,
And when it’s all done,
We’ll be off straight there.
We, here, met them all,
And then we loved them all,
They stood by me,
And so did I,
But all is this,
Until we take our final fly.
Things were structured,
Then discovered,
Which, then, our knowledge covered.
But all to which we dealt,
Will finally melt.
We do it now,
For the future that’s to come.
But we don’t realize now,
That there’s a limited time to come.
I don’t suggest to wait for death,
I just wish we could change our head.
Live life,
Not in numbers.
But enjoy life,
Doing wonders.
So live a quality life,
As fast as you can.
And try to make it “BIG”,
Of the time you have in hand.
View life like u ain’t got more
Always keep….pressing for more….
i look at you; i see a lot of light in you
i see a lot of hope in the eyes of you
i look at you; i see a lot of sun in you
i see a lot of free in the thoughts of you
i look at you; i feel you as a flame.
then,
i feel you burst into a fountain
when i see you i know i really see you
and all the bright bright beauty inside you
i see a lot of life inside of you
and i see all that life becoming true
when i see you i know i really see you
and all that delightful life pours from you
i feel a lot of life from you
and i see all of that life is true
In my life there are many things I crave.
Passion is one of the biggest cravings I have,
Because with passion comes many other cravings;
Love, Happiness, Friendship.
These are only the passion for emotions though.
Reading, Singing, Dancing.
Now these are passions for doing things..
But none of these passions compare to my passion for writing.
When I write everything else in my life goes blank.
My worries disappear.
My stress fade to nothing.
When I write my heart beats faster.
My mind races into a million ideas.
My soul flutters like a butterflies wings.
Writing may not be my only passion in life,
But it definitely is my only true passion.
My passion for writing goes beyond anything else in life.
If I could not write down my feelings,
They would tear me apart from the inside out.
My world would come tumbling down.
Without writing my life would be nothing.
pain and suffering endured giving life
love and happiness enveloping youth
kindness and guidance given throughout the years
content and fearless as her death nears
tears of sorrow shed as she departs
tears of joy as time brings spirits to reunite
mother and children together in everlasting life
some things come up to soon for people to know.
but some things come right on time.
many come when u lest expect.
but others u know.
that y u should always be prepaired for the unexpected things to come.
i know this makes no sense but it will eventaly.
so make life as fun as u can.
cause life is to short to let go to waste....
Sitting,
Waiting,
Hoping,
and believing,
that one day the perfect man will come along
and sweep you off your feet,
and take you breath away.
In reality,
Your just wasting your life away,
little by little.
Don't wait,
don't look around.
Have fun and live life like you die tomorrow.
Live as if the world will come to an end soon.
Make it seem is if you have not a care in the world.
Live to make yourself happy,
and not to please everyone else.
:)
Living your life not caring who you hurt.
Your actions cannot be justified on any terms.
Look at what you've done!
You can't blame this on anyone but yourself.
Your eyes sewn shut you stick to your guns.
Your unrealistic expectations.
You're pathetic.
Taking out your frustration.
You fail to see who you've hurt.
Your living a life with a skewed perspective of perfection.
What can i do?
What can be done?
With your eyes sewn shut perfection is scarce.
I'll always fail to meet your expectations.
Defeated from the start i don't know how much longer i can take it.
With your eyes sewn shut you can only see the exterior that you claim to be filthy!
Why don't you look inside me?
Take a glance.
One chance!
Open your eyes.
Imperfect but no one deserves this.
I'll never shine bright in your eyes as long as you keep them closed.
Failure is not an option but with you i have no other choice.
Shall raw and bleeding wounds gape wide for thee
and overcoat each new parchments’ page?
Are thee foul succubus seeking a sage
undead and living vicariously?
Shall another’s soul flow unbound to thee
like a courtesan released from her cage
each tomes rich with crimson text overlaid.
So alone, thee can dine veraciously?
Shall life come a courting as thy subject?
Nay, lance the ripe boil of lassitude.
Purge thy barren cloister genuflect.
Author thine own life thee are not destitute.
Expand into the world, let life project.
Arise, pale spirit and the sun exude.
His breadth of life did he give freely,
His world without strife did he give cheerfully,
His time of rest did he give up selflessly,
As he came to save his own intently,
His friendship and love did he propose,
As he drew us closer even when others opposed,
His perfect peace did He instill in our lives when trouble's billows rose,
With his loving teachings the world has the best prose,
But sin held its claim on His creation as they began to wail,
Holding on to their joy and happiness as it left sorrow's trail,
Bounding man in its rusty shackles and chains as it dragged men to jail,
Hope seemed an elusion as there was no one to lift doom's veil,
But a bitter cup did he drink as he willingly reached out to us in sin's depth'
Praying in pain and being soaked in the sweat of blood as he wept,
Dreaming and resting peacefully on mockery's pillow as he slept,
He gracefully laid down his life and paid our debt,
But he triumphantly took up his life and shared with us a prayer,
Touching our hearts and being life's healer,
Not always at the receiving end,he was a bad receiver,
He is Jesus Christ the free giver,
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