Being Beautiful Doesn't Make YBeing Beautiful Doesn't Make Y8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The Ashes That We Walk Upon ThThe Ashes That We Walk Upon Th8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forever Grateful to have u asShe wants to be free from this misery...Forever Grateful to have u as8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She can't be because of her sickness and injections she feeds...
She's not alone in this world...
You are not alone
You are not alone x3
I just want u to b
The ArtistShe talked to rocks, asking them if they’d be happyThe Artist4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
To leave their home for her newest installation piece
She cried sometimes for no reason other than
She felt like having a good cry
Her house was covered in her students’ drawings
She said the best art was produced from innocence
She went mad once, and painted canvas after canvas
In furious strokes of black
The soft blue world of youth at last faded, she grew old
People shook their heads when they saw her
And whispered “poor dear” under their breath
But she was never poor
Her love for everything and everyone never died
It was swept in all directions like a summer breeze
Making people smile without knowing why
But the river rocks know
TouchTouchTouch6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A touch so warm and true,
A touch I want only from you,
A touch so cold and blue,
A touch that I can only feel from you.
A touch that you desire,
A touch that sets you on fire,
A touch that you may now know,
A touch that you may never let go.
Touch me one last time,
So I can feel those warm hands press onto my skin,
So I can feel your breathe soothing over me,
So I can feel your delicate lips touch my mouth,
And feel your body next to mine.
You want to feel my touch,
So you can feel safe within my arms,
So you can hear my heart beat next to yours,
So you can know how hard it is for me to let go,
Knowing what it is you mean to me.
That's all I ever wanted...just to feel your touch.
(c) copyright 2009 CJT (SEnigmaticX)
Waiting TombI write the soul torn to shreds;Waiting Tomb6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leaking meaning from every tear;
I'm numb from the pain I used to endure;
Feel nothing for the scars I still wear;
I see you there within my mind;
I will not accept that it is time;
To cut the flesh, to break the heart;
Surely the choice must be mine?
I refuse to be controlled once again.
I will walk away from what you tell me to do;
I refuse to dwell on what was already thought through.
Sleep away the night tide within your dreams;
Make use of the melody which is more than it seems.
Break apart the body which conceals the dark;
Stop the breath with accuracy of a poisoned dart.
Don't judge me with your own scepticism!
Until you've lived the horror fantasy of maybe;
You can live without my self inflicted pain;
Waiting for me to breathe again,
Dare I draw the air?
Knowing that you are waiting there?
TriumphTriumph3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
triumph for the King
His truth will be acknowledged
all shall be revealed