Three words..
My holister hoodie, your horizontal ID
The possessive way you looked at me
My window screeching far to loud
That night you chose me from the crowd
Those teeth and that smile, if only I knew
The nightmare that you’d put me through
A bruise, a grip, a bite, a dress
A knife, a rose, a fucking mess
Sudden pain and flashing lights
Monitors beeping, a fight for life
But there you were, beside the bed
Those three words.. that’s all you said
To save my life, I ran away
With three new words, be not afraid.
You sway me to the rhythm of the orchestra as your hands move in such a calculated way that I cannot help but to wonder what is that you are planning. ‘Let’s find the music of our souls’, you whisper in my ear, dipping your head to me so that no one can overhear and make a scandal out of us. I shiver. How can I not when you look so handsome and the way your hands are so very careful but do not stop exploring in a way that can be denied as nothing more of a foreign waltz? Your eyes hypnotize, your lips beg for a kiss and all of you makes me want to sin.
- Ely C. Winters.
“Do you think it’s possible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?”
— Tyler Knott Gregson
Sing of pain
For there’s nothing more to gain
It’s known
That we have all faced this alone
We despaired
Because we though no one cared
An out reached hand
But I can no longer stand
It’s now too late for me
Fools, one and all, flee
Tell me a story
Tell me a story, a story unheard
Where in whisper so silent
Only few can be lured
If we knew what they all meant
Our lust might be cured
For curiosity is the cats game
And satisfaction will purr
The greed for knowledge, a name,
Can be caught only by a word.
Do you like poems?
yes! my favorites are The Tiger and the unnamed werewolf fridge poem
Reaching
Why do stars reach blindly for the dark
Giving their light in a vast multitude of sparks.
The unknown path
Full of yearning and wrath
Like adventurers of old
Do those stars find gold
The treasure of eons of space
Weaving time and light into lace
If one star’s history reflects my own
Will I then follow the path unknown.
Stop the lies
It won’t stop the cries
Of pain and suffering
For life isn’t buffering
It continues on and on
Till all but one are gone
I read. Obsessively. Because, when I read, there is purpose to my loneliness.
*sits forward in my wizard chair* Ah yes...i have just the remedy for such an ailment. *hands you a strawberry* *hands you a strawberry* *hands you a str
Give me a few words I’ll make it poetry or share my own.This will be their home. I like chaos and not much else, I also don’t know how to use any social media.
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