My Heart |
Couldn't sleep, my heart was beating too fast.It races to get to you, to find ourFuture,present and past.My ruse is too much for now.I want to fly to your arms and stay the days away.I know this is so...
Posted by on Fri, 01 May 2009 23:44:00 GMT |
FIRE |
I'm stifled.The gun is cocked.Ready to Fire.And I've got it aimed halfway round the world.Yes-you should be shocked.I'm losing my battle.Up a creek without a paddle.Flames lick at my back,My head is i...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Apr 2009 10:06:00 GMT |
Clandestine Divinity |
Two hearts,beating heartily.Arms entwined- arched back.Clandestine divinity.Take your face in hands.Explore your mouth,feel soft lips.Was it a dream?Or did I take too many sips?Too much reality can s...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Jan 2009 13:34:00 GMT |
lost |
My mind resides in the eastand sets in the west.What is it I do best?Can I run backwards until I reach the point I rememberI was content?Or do I carry on,cry until I am lifted by my river ofdiscontent...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Dec 2008 20:00:00 GMT |
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Posted by on Sat, 27 Sep 2008 23:31:00 GMT |
SO MANY POEMS |
I awoke one morning, my head buzzing,my heart racing. So I scribbled madly in the dark and these are what came out. Whether one or none reads them, they had to be said.
Posted by on Tue, 02 Sep 2008 13:37:00 GMT |
NONE |
I nearly ripped out my heart
And watched it beat on the floor.
But what if you came by and said
you wanted more?
I won't do things that can't easily be undone.
I know I can't win you.
So I'm left with...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Sep 2008 13:30:00 GMT |
SIN |
Shall I atone for all my willing sins?
Or shall I await my fate
On needles and pins?
You're never there when I say I need you.
So why can't I do whatever it is I want to do?
When I said those words on...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Sep 2008 13:23:00 GMT |
HEALER |
I tore you pages from my own book.
But you barely took one look.
Where's my magic, my spark
To light your fire?
If you are the seller,
I am the buyer.
If you spent the day with just me,
I think you wo...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Sep 2008 13:16:00 GMT |
AWAKE |
Gripping the velvet cover,
my flood gates are open.
On eggshells I fear to tread,
As I hang barely by an ever fraying thread.
What is it about those dreams
I have of you?
Are there pills I can ingest...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Sep 2008 13:05:00 GMT |
