Everything here is incredible.. one of my favorites were meeting and departure. Your writing is beautiful.. I think I´m in love with you
Your smirks will play and challenge to a duel. The choice of weapons – caustic, careful words. Grimacing mannequin will stir with anticipation. I’ll steer the match into the refuge of our bedroom, Where I will subtly pacify ignited quarrel, And cautiously feed the impatience, Where I will wrap you in the soothing cotton, My precious parcel, Tinker with the conscious to lower the alert... So I can kidnap you for a moment from your world. And selfishly pamper my emotions with your presence. Explore each wrinkle as a ripple on the alabaster skin, I’ll count years, reflecting the experiences gone by, Survey each scar, as a badge of honor, And I'll unravel the history behind them. I’ll read the eyes, the baggage of visceral great truths, Penetrating but a little worn, always observant, always shrewd. And while the exterior tries to be aloof, My roving hands search for a passage to the sheltered heart. Impulsively, my lips will brush against your temple. Soothe all the turmoil, lift up the guards. Our secret innuendos instantly revealed All my assurance, confidence and passion Sky rockets, with your sighs And each unspoken word I find in dampness of your eyes. Exhale in exaltation and relief, Protected proud knowledge of possession, Summed up with flair in a trick of tongue, Gesticulate so boldly and sincerely, The sacred bond between two restless hearts. Articulate, give definition to this feeling, Why, darling, let us call it simply, love.
god damn that's not how that poem goes.... Thats what I get for always editing after I post a poem.... "Our moment, Last fragment of rapture Brought little relief. " Sorry about that *grumbles*
Don’t linger at my door step, Don't wait for my return, My window panes are broken Don’t dwell, or search, or mourn. I’ve put away my armor, My wings, my pride, my soul, I’ve stored them in the attic, Away from fiends and all. I do not want my visage, Trapped in the folds of time, I do not need your pity, Or fraudulent good bye. My charcoal heart still beating, Although it’s been denied, It only helps repeating, It’s you, Not me That died.
Chanting, melodic lullabies Gently in your ear Drift away In the murmur As I blanket Your face With tender kisses, Yawn, And smile innocently, As your eyelids Become too heavy, And blinking Becomes a chore, The night time Velvet drapery Will cover us all, And pacify The daily worries, Now yield to the Distant ventures Of the phantom dreams They will nurture the heart Subdue and comfort Your restless mind.
Pouting petite colibri Perched on top of a stool Tucked in her legs. What an awkward pose. Her calm facade, Showed hints of quiet angst. Or obvious traces of the sea waves. Something inside her, Was in a constant motion, Perhaps an invisible string, Was so carelessly, nervously plucked. She squinted, Trying to read the words, Her moist blue eyes Blurred all the letters Poor, confused little bird Who ruffled your feathers? Her Violent. Impulse. Smothering. Crumpling the innocent Clawing, whimpering, nibbling, On her own vanity. Temper, temper child. Scorching scarlet rivers Run through your veins. Picking at the scabs Pick out the thorns. Maelstroms rising and falling. Fatigue finally comes as relief. [What now?] Speak! She says -I want to forget- -Forget you now- -Forget you- -To stay alive- Her echo answers back, it never lies. Who snapped your wings? He choked on my love.
I really like Meeting, and although 13 is weird and the message is somewhat buried within your attempt to be abstract it accomplished being unique indeed.
Comfort slumber of a utopia, All is calm in a domestic aquarium. It is way past the bed time, Alone with lazy humming Plugged into the cyberia. Summoned, From the depth of a parallel universe. No solace in faith, yoga or narcotics. No charitable, sympathy of a listener. My own blood denied me, With textual laugh, spot lighted my concerns. Plastered from youthful dread My anxiety tripled, From the typed out words. Unseen, unheard sob Futile attempt to change the topic! Change the channel. Attacked. Patronized. And magnified my insecurity. No need in pointing out the flaws, I’m well acquainted, With forgery, With the farce of life. And are you brave enough to comprehend, That I am still stuck in the swamp of time? No pity, no assistance, Yes, I’m still proud. Admittance of my mental chaos, Peculiar but evident to me alone. Rub out the color from the eyes, Since you can't see me anyway. I’m just a foreigner again. I have no will, No confidence, no discipline No motivation. I look so innocent And even childish at times, Stereotype my actions, attitude and thoughts. But I’m still edgy, Full of acerbic thorns, Impulsive fury and brittle balance. My mind is pregnant with the new burdens And tonight I am reminded Of the overwhelming rule of old circumstance.
We ache, We ache for strawberries, And whipped cream. [What do you want to do with it?] I think you know, [No I don’t know, what you think I know.] Ice cubes, crushed into crystalline shards Tingly, moist paintbrush Painted the apparent reply on my quivering lips. Soon enough, in no time, you just wait. Hold the invisible thread and continue to ache for our contact. [What else do you want?] A king sized fortress To protect us from the elements, Except for the occasional sun light and rain… So I ache for the rain, Or an unexpected visit.
Daydream was such a quicky poem, probably about 5+ minutes. That's a first for me! I was thinking of making this be more sensual, but it turned out to be just kind of a tease.
