Do You?/ A poem |
Tell me,do you love meas I love you?I needyour skin upon mineto know you're real.Tell me,would you leave meknowing all of me?I wantto know every pieceof your intricate soul.Tell me,will you catch meor...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Mar 2009 11:34:00 GMT |
In The Night/ A poem |
The sun,orange in our pupils,as we reachbeyond trees of blackto the skiesfull of wonderhope, promises,grace;Will fallwith usinto starry skiesand allcan be leftto imagination.Where loveis the flowertha...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Jan 2009 08:36:00 GMT |
Annual 100 things Im thankful for! |
Alright so I'm a little late with this but at least I remembered lol. I challenge you people to just come up with fifty and post it on my comments. It really is refreshing to remind yourself of a...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Dec 2008 19:09:00 GMT |
Poetic Escape/ A poem |
No one knowsthirst for wordslike you.In my liquidink scribblesI bathe you,parched and waitingfor what Ihave to say.Ready for meto tell youmy secrets.I, your pen.You, my paperreceive my language.For wi...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Dec 2008 16:49:00 GMT |
Waiting/ A poem |
Ask meto share with youmy desireand I will askto brush my lipsover yours.Give methe chance to sharemy secretsand I shall whisperwords of passion intoyour ears.Tell meall of your wishesI'll makethem a ...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Nov 2008 19:47:00 GMT |
Flirt/ A poem |
You give mea reason to smileeven if it's onlyuntil you leave.You give mesomething to think aboutin a world moving so quicklyaround me.
You give menervous little momentsall because I knowyou're around....
Posted by on Fri, 12 Sep 2008 07:19:00 GMT |
Ready/ A poem |
I'm ready to catch my trainbut the lineskept me behind.I'm willing to fightbut I seem to havemisplaced my boxing gloves.Yea, I'm in it for goodbut I think I shouldsit this round out.I'm keeping myprom...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Jun 2008 05:54:00 GMT |
The End/ A poem |
This is the partwhere the little piecesof my heartdancing in my stomachstop.This is the partwhen I knowto feel your handin mine will stay a dream.This is the partwhen I realizeletting myself look...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 12:01:00 GMT |
I Am a Donut |
I am a donut. It was awfully hot the day I was born, 375 degrees to be exact. I was left out to dry after a hot dip with everyone else. It was our time to cool after a harsh transition from batte...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 18:47:00 GMT |
Sleepy Eyed Wonder/ A poem |
I used to dream of youin the umbra of the night.You were my sleepy eyedwonder.
Straying down endless paths,you and I always ended upat the same placewithin my slumbers.
On this night asour...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 22:49:00 GMT |
