Death Beholds HerIf I said "death suits you"Death Beholds Her3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Would you laugh?
Or would it be better,
If I rephrased that, and said
"You're better off in MY arms" sweet bud.
"What am I?" you ask,
Or better yet "WHO am I?" You gasp.
I am death, of course,
Death, death, death,
And I have come for you.
Is it too much?
To sink my teeth into your skin?
Is it too much?
To run my fingers through your hair?
Is it too much?
To penetrate and melt into your being,
Until you scream in pleasured despair?
In being we are only Gods,
Certain of two things that bide by us,
Life and death,
Me and you,
The living and the dead.
Given who we are
It is no doubt, that I
Excite and terrify you,
Intoxicate and scare you,
As much as you do me.
No other woman does to me
As you do.
With golden skin and cheeks,
Palled eyes and feet,
To any death god you are
A treat, a being whose
Soul is in need to be reaped.
My own ivory skin and golden locks
Are cold, against your
Heated body and breath of g
Liari loved your liesLiar5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
you were so beautiful when you were not yourself
i saw the way their eyes lit up around you
when you were who they wanted
but not you
we were meant to be
two liars who were perfect together
we were beautiful
but really we were ugly
i told you once i was sick of lying
you said no,
you could never lie
but you taught me how
you told me i was fearless
beautiful, honest, perfect
but you didn't mean it
lying must be contagious
i told you that i loved you
artists.he is an artist, from the wayartists.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bruises bloom across pale thighs
and thin bloodstreams leak from
but the sun's rising and
everything's just about
to go up in flames
so hold on baby and don't let go.
fire inside fireI remember the first time I see you ... still think it was a great dream.fire inside fire2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I do not know if you even remember it ... but for me, it was the most wonderful day of my entire existence.
I remember your smile when you hear my voice ... that ignited the fire inside me, you are my fire ... Fire with fire...
For me you are the sea, you are my only truth. My reason to continue...
And my soul is getting used to my sadness...
You have never importuned me. You know that. That would have to importune myself, because you are part of me.
That morning I woke up crying. As always. I do not even know if I was sad. Along with the tears, my emotions had been sliding somewhere.
That's because she's gone. Because I've lost her. There is nothing else I want to see.
No one saw us that evening, hand in hand together... No ... why do you have to be so far from me? I'll never understand. Why do I have to live here, and not with you, my sweet princess.
I want you... I love you. And sometimes, you love me, in my d
lady in the mirror.you are all sharp boneslady in the mirror.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sunken cheeks and razored teeth
your fingers leave indents
that (sometimes) bleed
this is your only legacy
PatienceThe right amount ofPatience9 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Bitterness, will bend the branch
Of the sweetest fruit
You call meYou call me a freakYou call me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I say I'm unique
You call me crazy
I say sanity is overrated
You call me a sissy
I say I'm sensitive
And proud of it
You call me depressed
I say it's true
But I'm not ashamed of it
Infinite love for YouMy eyes are blessed ... because they can see you in the distance.Infinite love for You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mind is blessed ... because I can imagine your mouth, your lips ... your hair, your smile, and your eyes. Those eyes, that make me lose my mind, all because you are the common sense of my existence.
This beautiful woman who dominate my heart, that I felt in love for her mystery that draws me like a magnet.
I have a plan to win your heart, or at least a glance, a simple hello. My name said by your pretty lips.
Is not enough the most beautiful poems, those that anyone in love can do. Those that anyone with the good fortune to see you could write for you.
Is not enough the most beautiful works of art, those that any artist could do in paradise and in the temples for you ... no ... not sufficient ... because you are the most beautiful work of art that may exist.
My plan will be deeper and simple: Rescue the moon of the silent space and give it to you.
Count each drop of the ocean and shed as many tears for you.
Draw my mo