overwhelmed
azzure starts shining
My land is my home
A land of open spaces Beautiful beaches spectacular places A land unique in nature Rich from the gifts mother nature gave her A land of possibility To live here you can be truly free A land of mixed faces There are souls from all differe
The Last Call
Behind the black curtain She sits in a chair Waiting for her name to be called As she sits and waits night time falls the halls have been cleared the walls all bare How long has it been Since somebody has been here Her once beautiful
Of Myths
…And the formless-ones shall ascend Emanating darkness ‘Vaccuous’ prisms of hunger Supping on the souls of the spiritless Imbibing from the chalice of shame . To fill the coffers of suffering The empty-ones tempt the 'lamenters' Their 'wailin
Silent Presence of Love
I am a guy who always loved a pretty smile. I wrote this because of a CS member that had a gorgeous smile and it made me Remember of a feeling I had on a dinner date when I was young. It is something most of us experienced and just needed to be said..
A beautiful ride
all forms of art
Ode to a Tree
A lone tree stands in a field, broken and bruised Recalling the many times in its life that it’s been used A fractured limb revealing the marks of a child’s rope swing Its roots recalling the soothing moisture of a babbling spring Another memory
Boxes of Life
I originally wrote this over four years ago, liked the concept but never the content, so recently rewritten.
Life here and its now
JUST THINKING ABOUT MY LIFE
~your time~
so much to see as each season passe's. Cheers.
Alone
Saw a young man each night as I walked by the sea,just had to write something because it reminded me of me.
Hot and Cold
are we alive are we real
STUCK FOREVER
He tore through the forest looking for someone something to claim. He found what he was looking for. He clawed at them as if he was an animal. Yet in the end he could not transpose for he was caught in this act forever and a day he
Raddly! Daddly! Doo! WooHooo!!!
Let me know if you want to read the rest
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opposites
Written to express differences....
When I'm Gone
Will you remember me When I am gone Will it be through memory Or maybe a song Will it be the smile That I put on your face When all you knew was misery That my kindness quickly erased Will you remember me As if it were yesterday Holding ha
NO ONE KNOWS
NO ONE KNOWS NO ONE KNOWS WHAT I GO THROUGH. THEY DONT KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO RUN IN MY SHOES. IF THEY WERE ME ONLY FOR A SECOND THEY WOULDNT KNOW WHAT TO DO. NO ONE KNOWS HOW I FEEL DEEP DOWN INSIDE. NO ONE WILL E
Mannish
As I look back on my adolescence I realize I was quite precocious, the folk back then called it "mannish" in regard to boy's, and "womalish" in the case of girl's. I laughed out loud several times as I penned these memories. I hope the reader gets as much enjoyment from the reading, as I have the writing. ( I don't know if this should go under the catagory of "child" or " humor" ? Child humor?.
A Vespidial Knight Speaking to Yah
"One by one dear father I shall reign thine wrath upon them and by thine own steed I shall forcefully alight within them the burning embers of your fury. I will storm every mental stronghold they hath risen and knock it down to the astral ruins of de
A Sunrise For You
I`ve spent these last 6 years in a fog, faking love, and knowing that no heart has beat with mine in step until now once more. I felt, 6 years ago he was the one, but life has to beat you down and make you fight to be human before you can truly know if they are the one for you. So, I give this mornings` beautiful, important, healing, living, loving, sunrise to you, my love and mark the day of June 16th, 2012 in my memory, the day we marry. Written 5-7-11
Spring
Spring on the desert and prairie.
The Photo
Thought about this site when I decided to write this However the photos posted are of me without the use of the PC.
Colour........a hairdresser's nightmare
this was done with a few different occasions and each time a black person within the salon spoke up against the black hairdresser......and their thoughts behind it all were they were passionate about moving forward and sharing the love ....not hate......and to also speak up if things don't feel right..........This is awesome
ROLE PLAY BABY
role play just a lovin song about being with that person having a lil role play i do what u say you do what i say
love
love is a river wild and free, that opens to an ocean so sweet and tenderly. love wishes to fill the empty spots and make them whole again, it's not always easy it gets rough now and then. so sometimes when I am troubled and don't know wh
A Poets Castle???????
King Cafes Poem seems so wonderful
Blessed Morning (reposted)
xoxox random thoughts
Despair
Lonliness........
Love Potion Recipe
Just a poem I came up with last night....Thank you for reading my humble verse! Dedicated to my dark bewitching muse...
Happy Birthday CS
I was on this site since 2011 and I have met so many on here both in virtual and real life. Love found me here and has provided me so much fun and joys as well as tears that went along with it. But all in all, it is a wonderful place and have met so many friends and continue on meeting so many good people on here. Thanks again CS
Poetry 4 the One you Love!
Sharing love poetry
In the Dark of Night
In the Dark of Night The night was strangely hushed and cloaked by the clouds scuttling across the silvery moon. The breeze made the night air feel chilled, yet her flanks were covered in sweat as she strained, muscles quivering and chest heav
Chin Up My Friend!!!
To cheer up! ^___^
Rhyming is the challenge
Perhaps I am wrong but as a poetic ambassador,to me poetry is rhyming New to this site, I just thought to give my two cents worth
The kiss of death
Tears of blood this demon cries from its dark and soulless eyes the night brings only pain and life extended from ill gain corpses litter the basement floor bodies that shall breath no more. Damnation and eternal night born to a world devoid of li
seedling of life
from a seedling to a plant from a kitten to a cat life comes in all forms to which has its own function seems life comes in all forms shapes and sizes to suit its enviroment and to suits its needs to help them hunt for food and keep themselv
Invisable
I feel like a invisable man. Trying to be seen and trying to be noticed all I can. The people that I would want to talk to, and my questions without any reply. How I wish I could be heard and still I wonder why. Oh the pictures I haven take
The Black Dove
This poem is about why we turn to meaningless intimate encounters after we get our hearts broken. Sometimes it's all we know.
streaming you
can you feel the vision?
HORROR
Not quite so inspirational as it should rightfully be here on this corner, but this is what I chose to translate this time from the Russian poetry. My apologies.
Picky and Lonely
A little bedtime story kiddies...