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Til deathdo us part -
Twin souls. Twin hearts.
From high tower, rusty church bell sounds.
Drying out our skin like the paper,
of which had written our vows.
Your face so pale, your wedding veil I removed.
I do and I do
You may kiss,
But in separate coffins, I lost you.
My skeletal muse.
do us part -
Then we married.
That ring bearer, on a pillow our bond she carried.
We dwell in happiness,
sickness and health.
But why not death? In this marriage?
Until we left, each in our own horse and carriage.
Never will I let one foot in the grave, let us parish.
do us part
KitesSilent tyrant of the sky
Mind your obscure earthly string,
Though you accrue heaven's eye
Look oh rook, on what you cling.
Betwixt, unfixed the prairie cloud,
Above in love your brethren sing,
In gleam, they dream as diamonds proud
Which gown his crown; the golden king.
Chase the grace of cosmic joy,
Wild that child of crimson lust,
Rave, yet save his fury's toy;
Mirth in birth in truth is trust.
In time, to climb the sail does pine,
Despite its flight, or ambits crossed;
Uncrossed, now tossed, your cords entwine
And all the squall in bond is lost.
Sight Beyond SightAye. I've seen her before
Skulking around the dim-dusty
Bookstores and empty coffee houses.
I've seen her before.
Her skin is mottled
Freckled and speckled with acne
And a poor self image.
Her teeth are off white
Like her arms, tanned from
Rolled up sleeves, freckly
And dusted with down.
Her eyes are fierce shining
A determined pout on her face.
She is beautiful in her own way.
Whiterose is an illusion,
A forgettable fantasy.
This is the true face of love.
How the Phelps Failed His MissionEveryone
In the U.S.
Were a glad lot…
But the Phelps
Who lived in eastern Kansas,
The Phelps loathed gays! The gay population!
Now, please don’t ask why. There is just speculation.
He might have seen them as a social deviance.
It could be he had a gay experience.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that bitter hate had consumed him all.
Whatever the reason,
The past or his hate,
He stood in his Kansas home, very irate.
Staring down from his sofa, with a sour, Phelps glare
At the love and tolerance that lighted the air.
For he knew every person in the country there
Was living and let live
For You,I cant promise forever,
but for each day at a time,
you are in my thoughts,
and so perfectly entwined,
may not mean much at all,
but it is without a doubt,
the best proof I have that,
you will be forever as of now,
A Poem For My Special Someone(ReadDescription 1st)Roses
Violets are blue
Love never crossed my mind
Until the day I met you
You are so sweet
And so fine
I wish I had the guts to talk to you
Back in 2009
I've felt so lonely from the start
But that was before you stole my heart
If a kiss was a raindrop
I would give you a shower
If a hug was a second
I would give you an hour
I know we had little fights from the past
But we finally get over them at last
Everything I'm writing down is true
So here is another poem for you:
Plumbers are red
Hedgehogs are blue
Press the "Start" button
And be my player 2
This poem is getting really long
But it's easier to write than a cute,little love song
This poem is pretty cheesy but took a lot of time
To write about the piece I've been missing all my life
A Small Cafe at MidnightA small cafe at midnight
is not where I should be,
dozing off in my seat
and drinking sugary coffee.
"Is this seat taken?" I hear,
and I glance up to see
the gorgeous face of a young woman.
She wants to sit with me?!
Dark brown curls are cascading
down her shoulders and back,
and her bright blue eyes shine
with the light that this place lacks.
"Go ahead and sit," I say,
but I am still confused.
Why would she sit here
with a guy like me? I muse.
A cup of coffee in her hand,
she smiles a tiny grin.
I gaze along with wonder
at her hair, her eyes, her skin...
This girl is truly perfect,
so why is she with me?
She's even talking and smiling;
A Subtle DanceDusk falls with burgundy tears,
the glimmering of old chandeliers.
Frost collides with mercury light,
setting the scene of the night.
Amour is expressed within a song,
a ballad to move our bodies along.
The sensation of a silken gown
twirls with the sonorous sound.
A hint of perfection in your eyes
embraces the world in gentle sighs,
as fragments of ice melt into lace,
and velvet roses slip into place.
Another second of endless desire
envelops our hearts in silver fire.
A winter solstice oh so blessed,
a moment to never be repressed.
Crimson's Fiery PassionFor why do you attract me with such ease?
The color of a fiery passion,
Could you be too eager to flirt and please?
This color gives attitude and fashion.
Your crimson locks are the utmost dashing.
The red compatible with your skin so fair
Personality quite strong and flaming
No one can begin to even compare.
Though you enjoy to go around and flirt,
You were and still are the most capricious.
We used to treat each other simply like dirt.
Yet now we are just like red, Flirtatious
Though in annoyance with your many passes
You told me “Take good care of the glasses”
If I Could Take Your TearsIf I could say 'I love you'
If your heart were free
If you could see beyond blue
Then maybe you'd see me
But life and love are tangled
Hearts weave complex webs
Broken dreams are cradled
And live inside our heads
So from afar I watch you
Love silent in my heart
Unspoken words a virtue
Though they echo in the dark
Your laugh and smile I treasure
Your kindly words I'l store
And in innocence find pleasure
Sweet soul that I adore
And if perchance you see me
Discern the love I hide
Would rising passion free thee
To sail on sweeter tides?
ForsakingSolemn thoughts of days gone past,
The omnipresent thought of 'will this last?'
Constant doubt and heart wrenching worry
Thoughts adrift among the flurry.
This leap of faith
has me wondering how much I could take;
If maybe it doesn't work in the end,
how much heartbreak will you rend?
Still I can't say no
my desire has me in your throes.
Constant visions of future ways
have me quivering, the joy I can hardly contain.
For you I would forsake all things,
all aspiring towards Princes and kings.
All of this I would give up
just to be your one and only love.
She ripped off all her petalsShe ripped off all her petals
and replaced them with blades of metals
She was something of a dream
her skin soft as if made of cream
hair made of white waterfalls
her soul screamed that of battle calls
a body of a goddess
and I'm not being modest
she was made of both dark and light
but no other fire burned so bright
she was a gift I did not deserve
and now I'm forced to observe
as she now rips off all her petals
because she's never settles
She's wild and free
...and she's sick of me
but she will always be my angel and my devil
I just wish I was on her level
Dedicated to Siren that Destroyed love for me
Our SheetsSoft kisses under sheets
where skin and warmth meets.
Relaxed inside and out to reach
from head, to the toes on my feet.
Quick glances and long stares,
neither of us wanting to go anywhere.
Perfectly happy staying right there.
What’s outside? To look we don’t dare.
You exhale and I breathe in
warm air, life of a friend.
Better than anywhere we’ve ever been.
Under sheets the light stays dim.
Lip to lip, just barely a flutter to me.
Sweet, warm and light instantly
seared to my heart like a memory.
Nothing could happen more perfectly.
Heartbeats soothe us to sleep.
Rhythmic secrets we swore to keep.
It’s easy when you
Lunar LoveThe Lunar Eye plays peeping tom
To the poet pair that sit below
And the stars are buried by their glow
Which lingers till the girl is gone
He sits while she talks on and on
And never thinks to stop her voice
Alone among all men he is her choice
To while away the time and share birdsong.
In sleeping time, by small degrees
His flaws become all that she sees
And his love cannot go so far
Her eyes wander to what pleases
Her form, she mocks and leaves
And his sallow soul is sinking like a star.
I found myself quiet a few times
Discovering your picture with my fingertips
And everytime without knowing
My finger stopped at your beautiful lips
Like perfectly crafted rubies
They are red, pure and glassy
Placed togather in a form of smile
Full of life and intents, sassy
Like your face is an vast ocean
Long lost were the two ships
Meant to meet at a certain point
In the form of your cherry lips
Like I was in a hot, dry desert
Dying of thirst, without water
But I found the red oasis
And I drank from your lips, the nectar
Like red the color of love
Affiliation, affection and compassion
Red the color of danger and warning
But its hard to r
For now, for later, foreverArms entwined, her lips on mine
how sweet beginnings start.
The breath we share
the scent of her hair
untainted by broken heart.
And yet in time, love may grow stale
the bond we made departed
for the world itself made us forget
as to how these feelings started
but for now...
We stay entwined, sweet lips on mine
and think not of tomorrow
for it is this brief moments bliss
that helps ebb mortal sorrow.
The WomanYour form is the bow which tears across my heart strings, forcing the chords of my soul to compose what you need to hear. A tune with no verse, yet it speaks to you of primal desires. Your very voice, crumbling this pathos which walls me in, now replaced by promising whispers. Eyes piercing flesh so bound by apathy, the passions quelled within have no choice but to tear forth and succumb to your demand. Whether by porcelain hand or brush of pink you dare offer a touch which weakens the very foundation that holds me at bay. Never has the embodiment of any living thing held the power you possess. You... like a villainous angel so profound
Seeing youI see you.
I see your eyes of undulating blues as deep as the sea.
Luminous gems that artists would sell their soul to capture.
I see your slightly open mouth, framed with lips of
translucent pinks and every tiny line inviting me in to taste you.
Their shape formed from thoughts only you can express.
I see your skin as a landscape begging to be mapped and explored.
A body emmiting constant waves of passion with every step like
the waves upon a shore asking to be heard again and again.
Every tiny move or grand gesture you create is a page in a book
I could read forever.
For the story would have no end, nor should it.
I do not speak
pour repondre a un bel angeA longing stare at an empty chair, remembering the first time I saw you there. But it was not the first time that I met you though, that VERY first time, when you said "hello". You shook my hand and spoke your name, and the days since then have never quite been the same. We soon shared only with words our deepest dreams... our hopes , our fears and what would seem to be this simple time with you began to grow and soon I knew. What I suddenly felt when I first held your hand I tried to deny till I could no longer stand, to keep at bay this love for you yet still it seemed too much to be true. The time between our meet was real, the secrets we'
The angel that lights my nightI once glowed with such brevity and conviction at the discovery of you. I maintained my soul, yet allowed it to crave every yearning moment to dwell beside yours. I would speak of us with such euphoric pride and never neglected to remember each minute I knew you. I loved you so much Aja... and I still do... but not as I once could. It seems that when the world sleeps... when the night is quiet, I can hear echoes of your laugh in the halls of my heart. My ears still harbor your whispers and sighs. And when I sleep, the dark palette of my eyelids glow warmly with visions of you... and I am helpless. It seems I will
An InvitationThere's a place in my soul where I'll let you reside. It's a place you once asked "May I slip inside?" It's a place that I go when it's you I wish to see. It's the place that I see that it's just you and me. It's a place with no time and no end to our days. It's a place where our love would not be just a phase. It's a place with no doubt or confusion or fears. It's a place where you'll never feel the need to shed tears. It's a place you can stay and only you can fill. It's a place just for you... and it waits for you still.
The world that awaits youI will give you the world
but it's not made of gold,
not money or diamonds
for it's not bought or sold.
Not a car or a yacht
or vast acres of land,
or a beach house surrounded
by rich golden sand.
The world which I give
is the one in my heart.
It's a place if not offered
just tears most apart,
It is oceans of passion
and islands of lust,
deep seas of devotion,
high mountains of trust.
filled with cities of love,
while faithful blue skies
undulate from above.
It's the world that I offer
to someone so true.
I hope it can exist
in a universe that's you.
glass in the tidegradac, croatia; summer.
it is a town climbed up from the sea:
a salt hymn, an exhalation, a brightly calcified
spray. the houses here are overgrown
as wildflowers, paths like tiny winding veins
sprung alive between them. from my balcony i watch
the sun crest slowly into afternoon,
and mothers lead their children
down stone slopes, arterial pull
to the water. by the shore,
vendors sell bottles of olive oil, salt,
sage, gathering up anything with the taste
of what mystery inhabits the air—brimming over
the glass lips, a curving kind of joy,
the whole earth, a bowl of it.
at night, my uncle drinks beer
and i drink wine. he watches
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