More Than Eyes Endless mist, Supported by shimmering fields Of tinted mauve. An eagle, Lying on the clouds, And looking up to earth. Looking up, At dribbles of excess, Escaping the leaves, To fuse with gravity's splendor; It's unjustified desirability. I hesitate... Step back... I am consumed, By what my eyes behold. Gravitized, By a mere display Of colours, shape, and texture. And the longing to please my eyes Renders my feet impatient; Anxious to proceed.
Learning To Float The ice breaks, As you introduce, And the sun Penetrates where possible, Sadistically trying to Abolish a perfectly Symmetrical formation. Then, as the water Trickles, and slowly Leaves it’s home, You sit by me, And we sit alone. You smile, and The drips become More frequent; pronounced; Obvious. The moisture continues To fuse; to leave. A naturally chosen Meeting place, and As a miniature, Nearly invisible ravine Forms, I open to you The depth of the stream, Increasing, Meanwhile, The shallowness of My attitude Towards you, lost. And my person is revealed. Stream to river, Now deeper; wider. Pools form, As I learn, And when you Touch me, a Vigor is noticed, Followed by a white, Intricate film. A million bubbles, Moving at random, Represent my thoughts. A crocus and a rose, Populate the riverside. A tranquility, luring Marveled creatures, Portrays a river Molded to perfection. But under the surface, A conflict; An uncertainty; A fear, of What is to come. I surface, Again. And see you, It crosses my mind: “What do I want”. Just as the water, overflowing generously, Begins its fall. The freedom of falling. No more feelings, That are mixed. And it’s what I want. Falling. Faster; Further. What happens next, Won’t change the now. Will this river, Join a sea, Flood the land, Or simply, Evaporate, Leaving nothing, But a deprived; Starving riverbed. Dry, cracked, and lonely. With what I’ve learnt, I float on with you. Towards an unknown, A destination that seems Important, but takes Pleasure in deception. This journey means more. This journey, That is just beginning, Even though we find ourselves Here, So far from the source: A mass of ice, Cracked and melted, But unchanged, To all eyes but yours.
In The Sun Now and then, The wind will come. Disregarding the stillness; Bulldozing through and around Gentle weeds. Where and when, Will you hear me? And, like the wind, Dry the sweat of my pate, Leaving me chilled and refreshed; Able to continue.
Nope You're gorgeous. Electric green eyes, And hair that... Ohh That smile. One worthy of secret glances. A chance well worth it. Pretty like the rain. And a comforting smell, That guards your presence, Until long after the last drop has fallen, And the clouds have cleared... Yea... You're not my type.
Untitled And time comes and goes, With a destination unknown, Measured by itself; Carrying with limitless strength, All the elements Of fate. For every life, Among time’s infinite burden, Arises a day, Eyes wide with realization, Where one must decide Alone. The priorities, Listed deep within tampered souls, Damaged; misarranged. Lifestyles wronged by society, Distorted happiness, Dead hearts. To bloom only once, Without all petals open wide, Sheltered from outside, Is to deny light the chance to Reveal the beauty, Of life. The sun will shine bright, So let it show you a meaning, Live life for that light: The happiness granted to you, When it’s not your own At heart.
A Situation Halos, Heated to Gold, And harnessed 'round the necks Of God's slaves... Hardly room to breathe... And a beautiful golden chain, Reaching to the heavens, Leaves breathless with wonder The rebellious souls.
Oops Pretty is the night, When, like surreal gems, The stars shine bright, Complimenting your eyes With a shimmer, Unique to you and them. I feel it now. Feel it, Like moments before a first kiss. Feel it, As if a dozen golden lillies Were sprouting and blooming Through the lining of my stomach, And injecting into my veins The wonder and awe of lust. Causing my fingers to curl, Causing my temples to tingle. And I swallow hard. And I breathe in. So that this feeling, This feeling that has brought me here, Will go away. And through the stars I gaze. Through the stars and towards your eyes, And into your eyes. And they nourish a garden. One growing in me, And I vomit, All over your face aug23/2005 yeah sorry if i dissapointed any of you with that. I just really didnt like the poem, ever since the second stanza. plus i didnt know how to end it. feel free to take it apart and post a better version if youd like...
A presence in my mind, Won’t allow me to unwind. Putting guilt into my veins; Ignoring all my pains. Changing ignorance, Into common sense, You are my conscience. You’re always right it’s true; I owe in all to you. A presence in my heart, That punctures like a dart. Makes anger go away; Helps sadness come my way. The feeling of a dove, Staring from above. And I should hate this love. You’re always right it’s true; I owe it all to you. A presence in my gut: The bottom of a rut. Thinkin’ ‘bout the past, And how it couldn’t last. And what I’d then allow, Is different from the now: Our regrets teach us how. You’re always right it’s true; I owe it all to you. I feel it clog my thoughts; It’s picking at my clots. Permits not hate a home; Will crush your heart like foam. So why’d I have to wait? ‘Course fate shows up late… Hate to love or love to hate? I really dont like this poem either... cant satisfy myself lately lol... Actually i wrote this one in june i think... pretty straightforward stuff
