Briar-RoseI've tried to rid your presence from my bones,More Like This
washed the remnants of your touch from my skin,
but somehow you're the creeping vines within-
the briar-rose, its thorns not quite its own.
I prune you back but you grow inside me,
curling round my ribs, puncturing my heart.
I feel the sting more when we are apart,
and ache, breathing you in ravenously.
I burn your petals but the scent lingers;
sweet and smoky in the air around me-
while you remain here, how can I be free?
When you reach out with clawed thorny fingers
to entrap me, enchant me. To own me.
You may want me, Rose, but you don't know me.
Your LoveMore Like This
Your love is like honey sweet and addictive,
It runs like a river free of all interruptions,
It's beautiful like the blue like like the day time sky
Mysterious like a forest at night.
Your love is strong like a mountain unmovable,
It's like snow pure and clean,
It is timeless like an hourglass on its side,
Your love is like a bird's song gentle and calming.
Your love is like a rose whose beauty I want to keep,
It's like a kitten cute and new,
It's like the clouds calm and safe,
Your love is like my heart without it I couldn't live.
My love for you is ever strong,
I sew our hearts together so that we may be one.
Rogue -Writing Prompt 16-They warned me about you,More Like This
all flashing teeth and perfect hair.
Sultry eyes and soft lips.
So many hearts you've stolen,
and now they're all just...
afraid to love.
Now they see in every man,
a rogue, a heartbreaker.
You say what you -know-
she wants to hear.
The seduction a mere game.
But you cheat,
you have nothing invested,
while they have
on the line,
and you pluck them down,
destroying what you take,
making everything soiled.
Someday, someone's going to steal
crushing them to sand,
and I only wish to see it.
Finally YoursWe've spent so much time...More Like This
so far apart,
longing for each other's touch,
waiting for any chance to talk,
worrying if the other was true,
wondering if our feelings were real.
So many lonely days and nights,
only able to speak through wires.
The sound of your voice,
makes my heart take wing,
and alleviates the darkness,
that which holds me in fear
each moment we're apart...
So many fears,
would you still want me?
when will we be together?
But all that fades away,
at this, the magic moment
we've waited for, so long.
No longer separated by thousands of miles.
Able to touch, to see, to hear
for ourselves at long last.
A precious kiss, a taste of your lips.
Everything I've wanted and more.
Now that I am,
You are nobody, nothingYou are the nobody I'm always talking toMore Like This
The nothing that makes me smile
The no one I'm thinking about
The reason for my hidden grin,
the one she never sees
You are the blush she can never figure out
The friend she doesn't know
The deleted conversation
The future I dread
and can't live without
You are the father of my children
And the love of my life
You are my secret
Role Models: Then and NowMore Like This
Role Models: Then and Now
Albert Einstein by SoulOfDavid
There was a time when childhood heroes were real life human beings people dreamed of emulating when they “grew up.” There were sports heroes, famous astronauts, war heroes, political figures, the leaders of social and humanitarian causes, etc..
Then came “Star Trek” which is thought to be a prime mover behind student inte
2015 DeviantArt CalendarsMore Like This
2015 DeviantArt Calendars
lemonade by loish
The year’s last gift—that you save for yourself!
This year my pick for the boldest, most beautiful and most imaginative wall calendar for the New Year has to be The-SixthLeafClover 2015 Zodiac Dragons Calendar.
Whether you’re a dragons
ForegroundFour thirty AMMore Like This
I am standing in my kitchen
wearing my dark blue dressing gown
building a time machine
from assorted cutlery
and a broken microwave.
I am visiting you
three years ago.
I have calendars for you
with notes written each day:
some are highlighted orange
to show you when to ignore
the things I say.
Others are circled blue,
and on these occasions
I meant every word.
I am smiling at you,
already knowing the day you leave
I will understand
in time, despite what I say.
You look at me quizzically:
bemused by this odd smiling.
Its four years later:
upsetting things we said
seem like empty noise,
against the inevitable.
Clockhands and calendars are arbitrary.
Its now fourteen years later:
you are fond memories,
all golden, sepia-toned,
like a creature held in amber.
Then its last year again,
its spring and also autumn
and Im sleeping off my bruises,
and waltzing round the cherry-trees
that grow in groves at Cornwall park.