White RoseWhite Rose2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
White Rose, White
Rose, you are, white
as the first snow of
Your petals are soft as
Silk, but tough as steel
to hold off the elements.
You are timeless as the years
drag on, season after season
you remain as beatiful.
As beatiful when you have
first blossom in the morning
You will always remain my timeless
SuccumbSuccumb1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
head thrown back,
tendrils of her hair, a cascading fall of water and sense.
the dancing curve of her exposed throat,
a gasp caught there in the shadowsalive with promise.
the space behind the curving arch of her back,
hollow and hallowed, forgotten for the moment.
the press of parted lips against the space above her erratic heartbeat--
yours to claim, yours to cherish.
yours to satisfy.
here, there is no pride, no past, only passion shared.
here, you give in order to receive.
here, you are you until you are not--
until you lose a sliver of that unique identity to become something bigger;
abbreviated to us.
an allegiance of desire.
an alliance of submission.
a privilege of love.
Love for a FriendLove for a Friend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Written for my friend, Gio!
She whom makes life worth living
A friend whom I can trust with my life
One whom light purges my soul
This woman I know, is one to be cherrished
A friend she is, a friend she shall' always be
With her I feel content, with her I feel safe
She brings happiness to my tears
And joy to my heart
Her name is Gio, and forever I will love
Her heart beats with intense heat
Always happy, always kind
One whom darkness drifts away from
She can walk the valley of shadow and death,
and come back to tell about all the lives she had changed
I was one of these souls
I was one whom strayed off into darkness
But when I found her, she brought me onto my feet when all was down
Praise the creator for her existence, and praise creation for her being in my life
I love you my good friend Gio. Stay my friend for an eternity to come.
A PleaA little loveA Plea2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That slowly glows and grows,
The love that comes and goes
That's all i ask of you.
A sunny day to look up to the sky,
A hand to help me by,
That's all I ask of you.
Don't let me down,
Show me that you care.
Remember when you give,
You also get a share.
Don't let me down,
I have no time to wait,
Tomorrow might not come,
By the, it will be too late.
FireworksDays and Nights are only lit byFireworks2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stars. Like Candles they glow and flicker,
It's nights like these that the candles
Are more Brilliant, Colorful... Bright.
It's nights like these that the candles
Make one wish they could hold hands
and murmur sweet nothings to their ear,
Before those brilliant and colorful candles too,
A tears lifeTears are born from inner emotions, it caresses your chin and leaves without a goodbye, only a trace of an empty past.A tears life3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the stormthe storm2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lying in bed. The sheets kicked off. The darkness broken suddenly by the vivid strobe of light. It fills the room with the charged energy of anticipation. The fan whirs its hypnotic rhythm. Counting; "one-one hundred, two-one hundred, three-one hundred " waiting. Waiting for that sound to slice open the entire fabric of the sky. Thunder approaches with smells of memories drenched in childhood, forgotten tears, silent squeals of innocent excitement. Senses saturated as the rain begins to fall. Eyelids heavy. A lullaby of rain on a tin roof. A sleep of all that heaven must be.
Death is perhaps 2死はたぶん目覚ましの鳴らない朝かしらDeath is perhaps 26 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Death is perhaps the morning alarm clock doesn't ring.
I can sleep forever without nightmare.
MANLY HygieneThey really, really work at making sure there's femininity in this 'feminine hygiene' shit. I mean, it's never just pads or a cup. It's always DIVA pads, MOON cup, LUNA sponges. Like, I dunno, I'm some lovely moon goddess while I hemorrhage from places unmentionable.MANLY Hygiene3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
We butchies require a new kind of blood catcher. And so I propose we call it: MANLY HYGIENE.
That's right folks. No more Diva pads or Mooncups for you! You get Man Pads or Jock Cups, 100% guaranteed to punch you in the face.
None of this perfumed goddess nonsense! We're soldiers, goddamn it! Wounded on the great uterine battlefield! But because we're tough and manly, we soldier on, even as we bleed copiously from our manparts! This isn't PMS making us scowl, people; this is a grimace of someone feeling an old war wound that opens up and bleeds every month, reminding us of our great sacrifice!
Our manly hygiene products are always in such masculine colors as blue, plaid, and camo. (Also red. Hides the stains better.) They d
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance1 year ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
On conversationsIOn conversations2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
have upset the order
of things, birds
fall fast and featherflappingly from
shaken skies, and leaves
curl backwards into trees
from frost in summer, my heart
is a bell that rings until
glass shatters and frost falls
fearful on the ground and I
just do not know how
to tell you.
Lovers MergeLovers Merge2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with an intimate grin
as the spaces between them
become very thin
A mind probing gaze
behind thirsty eyes
awaiting this moment
to hold his prize
She shies away
maintaining her guard
but his love is too deep
she fell in too hard
Concealing her smile
impossible to hide
and the passion inside
Calloused hands slip
around her soft middle
firmly drawing her in
caressing a little
Arching her back
responding to his touch
the sensation on her skin
is enjoyed very much
Laying her down
his weakness and strength
he'd do anything for her
go any length
Her accepting eyes
an ocean filled with trust
showering her with love
and drizzling lust
A locking embrace
gripping to never let go
love flowing in their veins
from head to toe
Burying his face
in her neck and hair
slowly gliding his lips
kissing with care
Surging his warmth
hearing a sweet moan
exploring with his tongue
happy to own
she's never felt such bliss
surrendering to the love
I Have NeverI Have Never2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have never quite forgiven myself
I have never felt like I deserve better
I have never felt so depressed
And I guess I have never felt love
I have never had a smaller hope
I have never had so much faith
I have never cried so many times
And I guess I have never felt so lost
I have never ever been so thoughtful
I have never in my dreams grinded so wide
I have never lost my faith in you
But I guess, that's why it hurts
Character Profile FormCharacter Profile Form7 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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