The stillness of the night steals my thoughts away,
Darkness unleashes its storm,
Inside my mind,
Its gathering clouds spew forth,
Raindrops,
That burn my soul,
A cloudburst of memories soak,
into the very heart of me,
Silver threads of light,
Bind me,
As backwards i am pulled,
towards old fears,
Joy, mingled with pain,
unable to break free from,
The gossameer web that now,
Surrounds me,
Night time, my old enemy....
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Posted: Dec 2010
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Can you hear this scream echoing inside my head,
Can you hear the pounding of my heart,
Can you hear the confusion of my thoughts,
Can you hear the stretching of my nerves,
Can you hear the cold hand of fear grasping my heart,
Can you hear the desolation sweeping over me,
Can you hear the lonliness as it envelops me,
Can you hear my silent plea for help ?
NO...............
But i know you can see these things in my eyes
and in my movements,
So therefore you ARE listening to me,
THANK YOU................................
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Posted: Dec 2010
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He can be arrogant and selfish
He can drive me to despair
He can anger, hurt and sadden me
Without a thought or care.
He can make me feel so helpless
He can make me scream and shout
He can make me feel so many things
But I know without a doubt,
That always I will love him
Until my dying day.
I always will protect him
No matter come what may
I always will defend him
Be he wrong or right,
Strive to keep him safe from harm
With all my power and might.
My life I'd gladly give for him
If ever need may be
For I love him more than life itself
I'm his Mum, he's my Son, you see....
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Posted: Dec 2010
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Look, go to france! Yes, go to france boy. Often mother's last stance, when she was annoyed. We all know mothers, one thing they fret! Avoiding words with 4 letters, words they would regret. Cussing the kids politely, using obscenity with tact. Telling us kids kindly: get the monkey off my back. Rain rain go to spain, and never come again. These children seem pained, looking helpless at the rain. This their unanimous cry, wishing the rain away. Anything they will try, on their mind is play. Kids don't need diplomacy, they don't need tact. What they mean simply: get the monkey off my back! You filed for bankruptcy; protection from the courts. You know you owe money, but creditors you must thwart. Mail after mail coming, not to mention your phone. Your bills just not going; lord, you are debt prone. You don't have money, that is the fact. Wall street: this not funny. Get your monkeys off my back!
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Posted: Jan 2011
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talk about being ridden!
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Night Fire
Your silken hands set my body aflame
The softness of your lips takes my breath away,
Your eyes stare into mine
As deeper you draw me in,
You heighten my every sense
Releasing burning desires untold
And still your eyes stare into mine
Drawing me deeper still,
You take me on a journey
To heights before not reached
Unleashing raw abandonment
As I melt in the burning heat,
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Posted: Jan 2011
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Come quell this tempest within me,
Replace it, with the wings of a dove,
Let me experience paradise,
And walk, on the clouds up above,
Let a sea of tranquility envelop me,
Shooting stars, light my way through the night,
The smell of sweet blossoms surround me,
As I wake, in the new mornings light,
Quench my thirst, with the water of life,
Let me hear, a chorus of angels sing,
Love me just the way I am,
And if you do, then I'll have everything...
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Posted: Jan 2011
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Posted: Jan 2011
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Author: Unknown
My heart beats fast,
My breathing is labored,
The taste lingers on my tongue.
The air is cold,
But the heat in unbearable,
And its pools against my skin.
The work is quick,
For Its self inflicted,
The fever of my skin.
My heart is erratic,
With movements to match,
I find pleasure in my own company.
I must work quick,
the heat is burning,
And I long for what’s to come.
So my fingers move faster,
and I finish the job.
I dive into the what’s left,
with two fingers,
Slowly,
I devour the taste,
And moan out in delight.
Licking off the essence,
That remain upon my skin.
Its perfect.
Its sweet, but tart,
And lingers in my mouth.
Lemons? Limes? Strawberries?
I cannot decide the flavour.
It tastes so good I cannot resist
Going back for more.
I must stop myself,
From going to far.
As this is how it started before.
My breathing is labored,
As I savour another taste.
You can never have enough of a good thing,
But I must be careful not to start again.
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
What did you think it was about?
I bet you don't guess right!
It was going to be called Lemons but I thought taste was closer to what it is...
Let me know what you guess ;)
And it isn't what you think! Promise!
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Author: nizar qappani
Green Tunisia, I have come to you as a lover
On my brow, a rose and a book
For I am the Damascene whose profession is passion
Whose singing turns the herbs green
A Damascene moon travels through my blood
Nightingales . . . and grain . . . and domes
From Damascus, jasmine begins its whiteness
And fragrances perfume themselves with her scent
From Damascus, water begins . . . for wherever
You lean your head, a stream flows
And poetry is a sparrow spreading its wings
Over Sham . . . and a poet is a voyager
From Damascus, love begins . . . for our ancestors
Worshipped beauty, they dissolved it, and they melted away
From Damascus, horses begin their journey
And the stirrups are tightened for the great conquest
From Damascus, eternity begins . . . and with her
Languages remain and genealogies are preserved
And Damascus gives Arabism its form
And on its land, epochs materialize
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Posted: Jan 2011
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Author: Unknown
There is a time in your life
When love and hurt comes into play
You just shrug it off
Tomorrows another day
But you know deep inside
That there was a little spark
It was about to come alive
Little did you know someone special
There you thought,the knock on the front door
Eventhough things go so well
It makes your feelings and heart swell
When you turn out the lights
Usually it means noones home
But sometimes there is
They just want to be alone
That is a sign the person is stuck
They cannot move on,no such luck
So just keep moving,and wish them well
Even if it sometimes hurts like hell
Relationships,come and go
Playing around because that is all they know
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
I wrote this poem especially for the people who are on this site....who have been delt a hand that is not worth playing.....fold
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