attacks
i wrote this one day when i was bored in class. it's kind of a fun play on words.
when the day is done
When the day is done Down to earth then sinks the sun Along with everything that was lost and won When the day is done. When the day is done Hope so much your race will be all run Then you find you jumped the gun Have to go back where you be
Don't punish me
Don't punish me anymore for bad deeds depth of longing hidden desires quiet hopes interrupted by a scream and sweat drops after a crazy touch for a gentle smile stolen fleetingly and moments of silence after the storm broke out closed eye
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Got this never ending feeling Following me down every road i take Burning sun on my back Coming out in a cold sweat It leaves a bitter sweet taste on my tongue Got my finger wrapped around the trigger of a loaded gun Wrap me up in cotton wo
On the Issues
I looked at Ron Paul and his stance on some of these issues as he is one of my favorites through the years who ran for president. Ross Perot, Jill Stein, Gary Johnson, and Ralph Nader were some good ones too.
first song
i tried to write a song, now i need someone to sing it
Silence
Why I can not tell you how I feel why stand in front of you I lack my words maybe I'm scared that you won't understand me and your words "It's nonsense" frighten me. So I enclose my thoughts and I have a dialogue internal myself And you'l
Please forgive me
I am entangled in longing eyelid latch sin of hope Please forgive me I still feel the path of your hands even though you hurt sometimes
POLITICALLY CORRECT CHRISTMAS© The end
It has been published and I like to make people laugh. Anyone interested in screenwriting in the Florida Clearwater area?
Now
The setting sun caresses curtains eyelashes heavy from kisses black night insomnia. Just like your lips used to be and hands wading on my body map. Last flash of rays drowns in hair like your breath on the neck, in the bend of the hand. I
You never came
Sometime we wait for a face , sometime we wait for a sound , sometime we wait for a touch in silent DEW...all life long...
On Sensuousness
Guess I was just feeling...I dunno... Sensuous maybe?
razorblade salvation
Mommy I'm sorry if my first letter made you cry To be honest with you I don't think that I wanna die Sometimes I feel like that I'm cancerous in others lives Thats probably why I drink at night and sleep till 4 or 5 It's kinda hard walking throug
Always In Vain
This poem tells of a romantic who searches each day for his one true love, his immortal beloved, but only to find that futility ends each day and then leads him into another.
A dream in black colors
Dream medicine for the soul oblivion. Dream colorful fairy tale, with a happy ending. Dream cyclical phase REM. Dream desire and realism eternal struggle. Dream so why me accompanied nightmare?
Rain
I sank my face in heavy rain seeking relief. I thought it would be easier when will wash away my desires I wanted to wash my longing remove all defeats forget the past quench my sorrows. I washed my hair with streams to be a more greener a
WOMAN WITH THE TATOOED HANDS
Enjoy folks, any questions or feedback much appreciated.
Words
You said so many desires in us longings. And I believed in every word. You said your appearance deep in my eyes sunk. I gave in to feelings. You said so many emotions, desires I can not sleep at night. I haven't slept with you But that d
Lion Gold
2018 written
five to one
chances are
How does it feel ?!?
Every time you see A CROW Who is said to be your BRO Every time you look At a MAN(in CS) He cuts your PC from The LAN(net) !!!
Evening desires
Dusk, a lullaby of hidden desires with faster breathing drunken hopes. Dusk, aurora touch with the smell of promises. Dusk, a touch of wind on the skin the sensitivity of giving. Dusk receiving every particle our existence.
"Thinking About My Love
writing to the girl of my dreams
Softly
more lyrics
People I've Worked With
My coworkers really suck, or maybe it's just me that just doesn't like all this human interaction crap!
Without You
Without You, How Did I Live Like This? How Did I Live Without You? Without You, How Did I Live Like This? How Did I Live Without You? With Your Memories,My Nights Passed – 2 The Moonlight Talks To Me About You My Nights Are Lonely With Out You
Weeding In The Garden
The lovely task of pulling weeds and just enjoying solitude. Nobody will bother you or try and take your job away. It is blessedly peaceful and mindfulness all wrapped in one.
Respect you? Respect me, too.
If you love me, then respect me too.
To show some LOVE
There's too much hate; show some love today.
Hallelujah
humming Leonard Cohen's tune I penned some lines
Brokenhearted blues
writing me some blues
SINGLE
SINGLE… Single to hold single to write single to live ,single to type single to eat to sleep to bear to wake up alone with whom to share? Single to breath single to scare single to carry,single to bed And single moment of despair has single e
The Art of You
Let me listen to violin sound which is come from your heart. It's so sad, it's sound of broken. But how a beatiful heart you have. Even its broke it sounds a wonderful art. Let me be an audience of your theater which is playing on your face. It'
in my mind
only something i fell inside of me and its hard to tell when you dont know the word to tell someone about fellings
Who do you love
humming along to Who do you love and changing the lyrics
Two seeds
A simple poem of 2 souls meeting, the potential they share as one and how quick all can be lost.
Directions of My Abyss
I took just one second to stand back and reflect To challenge my own sanity and emotional intellect With just one whisper, a promise forever true Through the Storms and Wars I've Fought, I still only fight for you A thousand miles in either d
Farewell to the Wind
Playing with new lyrics
JOY OF LIVING
This poem is a vibrant celebration of life, portraying it as a dance filled with joy, love, and beauty. It starts by likening the breaking dawn to a tender awakening, signifying a new day full of potential and experiences. The wind's melody and the emerald fields embody the world's natural harmony and joy. Moments are compared to a river, each one unique and filled with the potential for love and joy. The intoxicating 'wine of life' represents the intense, profound experiences we live through, all under the vast, star-filled sky where dreams and love find a home.
Chrysalis
Chrysalis never thinks of herself as a beauty but she knows that what will become inevitable. She's waiting until the right time comes pupation time. Chrysalis will never impress with its appearance no one will look at her any longer poe
Burmese Summer Rain
wet wet poetry
dance
just dance .