SpiderSpider3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Trace your fingers,
long and slender, like a widow's legs,
Along my spine
Tangled like a web weaved in a rage;
I am twisted into you
Bare your fangs,
To penetrate my paralyzed flesh:
Cells burn and mutate,
Blood rushes, crawls;
Like magma dismantling the very structures of life
I am dead,
and I am yours
Me, My Mate, and the HateOK I should be working on Grimmy/Ichigo but I have MAJOR writers block! MEH! (still i am sirrously pissing some people off so i am switching all storied to deviant art so i have to tell the masses >>)Me, My Mate, and the Hate5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Please enjoy. It starts after the war he did win just he was forest to go back -
The Dursley and he does not have a wand because when he killed You-know-who it broke from the amount of magic that was used.
I own nothing but the story line.
Rated for safety! (maybe, maybe not)!
Hey do you know why the sky is blue or why cows can't fly well I wonder why I am stuck with an idiot who thinks he is all high and mighty! Arg! I hate my life this started about 3 weeks ago .
-*3 weeks earlier*-
I walked up to Hedwig to see she was sleeping it was the day before my birthday and well I was tired and bored I had strange dreams about snakes mainly a basilisk Subaru. Their was also a phoenix named Shashomro (sha-shome-a-roo). Both were black but Subaru had red eyes and Shashomro
Soul AloneAir out the white sheetsSoul Alone5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Smooth down the pristine bed
cover it with purple blankets
Our wedding bed
Touch me, hold me,
See me, feel me
You know you're all I need
To be free
Pull me closer,
Feel my heart beat
You know this is what I live for
Make it all worthwhile
Shut the door
Turn out the lights
Strip off my clothes
Let the lamplight dance on my skin
Hear me, softly
Past the point of no return
At night you take me away
To our secret place in paradise
You make me feel as if
I'm the only one in your world
You see past the makeup,
The secrets, lies, and laughter,
You tear away the mask of flesh and bone
And see me for my soul alone.
THOMAS Y YO PARTE 3THOMAS Y YO PARTE 32 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
MARIE:-TOMMY ME VOY A DORMIR A LA RECAMARA DE MIS PAPAS-
THOMAS:-NO MARIE, QUEDATE AQUÍ-
Y ME ACOMODE ALADO DE THOMAS Y ME QUEDE DORMIDA.
AL DIA SIGUIENTE, FUI LA PRIMERA QUE ME DESPERTE Y LE HICE EL DESAYUNO A THOMAS,
CUANDO DE REPENTE ESCUCHE UN RUIDO ME HASOME, ERA THOMAS QUE ESTABA BAJANDO LAS ESCALERAS.
MARIE:-BUENOS DIAS TOMMY-
THOMAS:-BUENOS DIAS MARIE-
MARIE:-SIENTATE, YA TENGO LISTO EL DESAYUNO-
THOMAS SE SENTO, LE DI EL DESAYUNO Y SE DIRIGIO A LA PUERTA.
MARIE:-A DONDE VAS TOMMY-
THOMAS:-A CASA DE XAVIER Y FRED-
MARIE:-NO TARDES TOMMY-
THOMAS SALIO DE CASA Y LLAME A JAZZ, QUE VINIERA POR QUE ESTABA ABURRIDA.
AL LLEGAR JAZZ.
JAZZ:-¿CUANDO LLEGAN TUS PADRES MARIE?-
MARIE:-NO SE JAZZ
DE PRONTO SONO EL TELEFONO
ISABELLA:-¿COMO HAS ESTADO MARIE-
MARIE:-MUY BIEN Y USTEDES-
ISABELLA:-ESTAS CON JAZZ, MARIE-
In Dreamswatch the silk fall from the skin,In Dreams5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
take in the beauty of another body,
look at the way she moves,
her eyes are brighter than any sun,
her lips are inviting you to come closer,
walk slowly towards gods stunning creation,
all the time asking is this a fantasy or is this reality,
she wraps her arms around you in a sickly sweet embrace,
pulls you closer to her face,
lips move closer until you feel her breath,
your eyes both close in perfect harmony,
this moment is so intoxicating,
then you wake up.......
My Gothic Romance It all begins after sunsetMy Gothic Romance5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Darkness takes over the curtain of light
Stars are just as blind as bats
Moonlight blankets every creature of the night
Gothic Prince wakes up without regret
After resting all day avoiding sunlight
My Luscious CurvesMy Luscious Curves5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
They are loud,
My head is held high,
my cheekbones sit high upon my face,
my chin proud,
never bowing to those who oppose me.
My face is beautiful,
Speckled with freckles
a burn sits
above a cute dimple,
on my right side.
Though my face is asymmetrical,
I believe it is cute.
My smile shows teeth not
quite as adorable,
in fact some would deem them frightening.
My eyes are mahogany,
and shine when I am happy.
My left eye has an attention problem,
and often wanders off.
My neck is normal,
splattered with freckles.
My shoulders are small,
and my arms are short,
covered with freckles,
and a few cute moles,
here and there.
My breasts are large creations,
almost perfectly symmetrical,
rosy and pink with cold,
and nipples that are eager
to stand at attention,
in cold weather and
My breasts sit above the ever dreaded stomach.
My stomach is not small by far,
in fact it is round and the
opposite of tight.
To Never Solve...A DempseyXRichtofen Poem:To Never Solve...4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Pale skin so smooth
To bite and stroke in equal measure
Dark hair so soft
To run my fingers through
Emerald eyes so bright
To lose myself within
Red lips so silky
To graze mine and yours
Sculpted body so hard
To trace perfectly etched lines
Mysterious mind so deranged
To never solve it, to solve you
It's the thing I love the most
TroubleTrouble5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
How Can I
Get In Trouble
Trouble is always
Getting Into Me
Written By: Abby Sturgeon
Engel Chapter 1Engel Chapter 14 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
FIRST CHAPTER IS SAD, SO just a warning. Possibly grab a tissue.
The casket was a cream shade. The flowers purple. Violets were her favorite. The whole service was dark besides the casket she was laid in. I hated it, loathing that everyone said their goodbyes when I shouldn't have had to say one. I needed her, I didn't deserve this, no one did. Everyone pitied me, trying to hug me and tell me it would be alright. I wouldn't believe a damn thing. Not for a long tremendous time will I be even remotely close to fine. Her hair was honey blonde and her green eyes were shut as she laid lifeless in front of me. The casket was closed soon after and brought outside. My chest started to fill with anger and it felt like my lungs were collapsing.
Cerca_mioCerca_mio4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Solo quiero cerrar los ojos
que tu boca se apodere de mi
que tus manos sean tus palabras
tu repiracion el aliento a mis deseos
solo quiero besar tus labios
eizar mi piel
solo quiero tu piel junto a la mia
que me hagas el amor hoy
wonderful treatwonderful treat3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Okay my dears I have a very wonderful treat for you all oh yes
Now before I give you this oh so wonderful treat there are three things I would like you to do.
One I want you to be in a very comfortable position
You maybe reading this while in bed, sitting in a chair, or on the floor
Now that you're comfortable i am going to ask you to now relax
Relax your self
Breath nice and deep
Each breath you exhale you become more and more relaxed
Two I want you to focus all your attention on your breathing
As you read this.
Three you will let your mind go to a place where only my words you read and hear seem to be guiding you along this wonderful treat
Good now as you read this you hear my voice in your head to help you guide you.
Now I am going to count to ten as I reach one your mind body will go into a deep sleep as you will only hear my words echoing and soothing you down to this.
Ten your mind is letting go of your thoughts of distractions
Nine your body is starting to tingle as you become m
SkittlesSkittles5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
The tropical scent of a freshly opened bag of skittles filled the air as Zolf J Kimbley plucked one of the small candies from the bag and popped it into his mouth. Finding the smell nauseous, Frank Archer focused all of his concentration in the open book in his hand. A sudden tap on his shoulder and the strength of the candy's scent increasing caused him to look at Kimbley, who was offering the red skittle Package to him.
"Want one?" Kimbley asked through a mouthful of color candies.
"No thank you" Archer replied, suppressing the urge to gag, "I don't like them very much they're too sour for my taste"
"Come on Archer, please?" Kimbley begged after swallowing the mouthful of color candies. "Here let me help you." He smiled before he reached into the bag and delicately fished for a single red skittle and firmly clenched it in his teeth, but gently enough not to break it. "Take it," he said around the candy.
"Uh " Archer hesitated, " What?"
"Take it Archer," Kimbley exclaimed th
A Love I Once KnewA Love I Once KnewA Love I Once Knew5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I can not hold you close as one that my heart still belongs to
Your lighted lips of sweet nectar they beckon me to taste
And when I do 'tis so true my heart begins to race
Your hands seeking roam my ever longing skin
We draw closer and closer as every moment deepens
Your breast molded to my trembling hands touch
Is this how you long to be and need to be touched
Legs entwined the way of the vine
Shivering hips and steep sweet tasting lips
The motions are rhythmic as the drumming of our hearts
Draw closer my love we have more ahead then just this start
Your warm and soft body heaves now nearer then before
Love is compelling us both to bring the height to a close
I've opened you now as the dawn draws open the rose
Slowly our body's connect with a spark as we are now deeper in the throws
Collectively as one with heightened senses a flare
My hands have become bound by your now glistening hair
A symphony of delights on a most romantic night of nights
Holding space and time