Sucks to see women with men drooling over em.
Sucks when it happens and they play the field.
Sucks when it never happens to me.
I want love, I want my happily after, why not me?
Sucks when women can't just pick a man
So the rest of us who WANT love can get men.
Sucks to read and makes me sick not to be
A lady with men drooling over me.
Why do men want a woman who is scared of love?
That's dumb not to want to date men who want
what is love?
do you know how to appreciate it?
so why you still enjoying it
even you dont
how much worth love is
and you just leave it behind
you dont care
how much people broken
because of you
at the end, you just smile
and walk away
till now you dont get it what is love for.
Poem a day, day 9
Waiting on my lover
Ready and waiting
Been ready for ages
Ready and willing
What a joy it will be
To finally give myself
Over to my lover's arms.
Surrender to each other.
But the ache in this wait,
How long now lover?
When I need to show you my love
And you're not there.
When I want to wrap my arms around you
But you're not here.
And all these needs and desires
Are held inside
With nowhere to go
Building up pressure
The release valve seems
But not quite right
Waiting for my lover
There is no-one else
Worth waiting for
You Spurred the News; Of course those Hawks will Feed!
Eager for your Tenders from Branches a-wait
Then re-build your Nest which Molests your Seed
Thus re-play this Circus to Exploit your Fate
Here be the Reason why your Living Heart spends
To be this Noble for your Record break
To mellow those Sounds and settle Dust depends
Hoping your Favoured Gestures dictate your Make
Like all which Stars and Muscles bound Beyond
Urge you like the Ox its Bearing Yoke cope
Though be like us Assume your Self a-bound
Such Fault as None our Own by our Measured Scope.
Just pursue your Craft allow such Peace flow
Perhaps by then your Conscience enters now.
I know if you see this you'll know it's about you.
Because really, it's always been you.
And I can find pictures of us from when we were kids.
And the look on my face.
I swear I knew I was supposed to be with you when I was six.
Too bad you were twelve and I was just a dumb kid.
And I can find pictures of us two years ago.
When she still allowed you to talk to me.
Before she saw that my look was mirrored in your eyes.
And it may have taken you twelve years but you saw it.
And I can't find any pictures of us now.
Because we aren't allowed together when she's around.
And she is ALWAYS AROUND.
And this isn't our fault because you can't help this.
It's hard watching you be with her when my chest is exploding trying to let you see.
When my heart is breaking my ribs into fragments trying to get to you.
I'm comparing everyone to you which is so
because you're right here and I know in some other life it's me making you laugh and it's me you wrap your arms around and it's me who gets that whispered
"I love you"
This is starting to get weird.
Jesus Christ I know you know it's me.
You took a shovel and dug out the feelings i had left inside,
You took away my bubble and left an empty pit in it's place.
Am reeling from everything supposed to be there which isn't.
My heart beats yet it's mimicking motions of living.
My chest heaves taking in breaths,
Letting out frustration.
I know I said I let go but guess am a liar.
Or just a fool.
Cause I walked away and expected you to stay.
I turned my back and when you did too the tie between my destiny and yours snapped.
Didn't expect it to hurt as much though.
Like being torpedoed and crushed.
I passed by where we used to hang out,
Got hit in the face by a pair of boobs so big my heart stopped.
Dunno if it's cause I feel i can't compete with that, or maybe am just selfish.
Either way you won.
Couldn't do right by me.
And you got someone you are doing it all for.
Every fiber of my body is on edge, seething with a burning urge to be alive.
More alive than this repetitive stasis that is Educational routine.
My blood thrums and sings with the desire and yearning for otherworldly adventures.
The uncontainable demanding within my soul that CRAVES more than a dull life set within the confines and standards of a society that has disbanded the thrill seeking pleasure that is and was the old world. Now we have to pay a small fortune in order to obtain a moment where we transcend grey and our colors blast and shoot through the spectrum in solar flare heartbeat pulses of excitement that dulls far too soon.
I want to taste sea salt and raindrops on my lips, grains of sand beneath my feet.
To feel every nerve in my body alight with the spark of something more.
To face the unknown, not in a city nor my home cowering for the remainder of my life.
But to claim my destiny with both hands, clutching my glaive firmly in battle stances while gazing unafraid into the eyes of my nemesis, my enemy. To duel it out on stormy seas, sails billowing, lifelines secured, braced upon the slick decks of pirate ships soaked with rain while torrents of wind lash at my body during a dangerous battle between lovers, demanding my downfall at the hands of nature but instead of falling to it I would prevail and arise. Where lightning cracks across the sky like a golden whip, where thunder roars in agony across the cosmos like Atlas holding up the weight of the sky.
Engaged in the throes of battle while the air is rich and pungent with the scent of steel and the satisfying clang of blades locked in combat. Sword against glaive, antagonist and protagonist.
To battle and seek, to pursue those who dare take whom and what I love. To become MORE. To transcend the fabric of dreams and turn all this into something tangible, to grasp it tight and shower the seeds of dreams into the soil of the real world, and to help it bloom into a reality I've wished for my whole life.
Instead of sitting around writing about how much more I long for. I don't want to be trapped in columns, in places at certain times.
To change the world, to alter my dull fate and the chance to make the stuff of my daydreams and night visions into more than just letters on a page. To whisper and weave the song of those worlds into the fabric of this twisted reality and watch as stardust mends the frayed edges.
Perhaps it is this fate, that my dreams never see the light of the midday sun
that there is not a strong enough conviction nor skilled weaver to bring about the change I long for.
We grow up in a world filled with fairy tales and books filled to the brim with stories to capture our imagination and you cant expect me to suddenly still be content and satisfied with the damnable grayness that is the black and white of our world that will never be filled with color.
And I will be doomed to write out worlds and cultures I can never touch and interact with, never will I be able to grasp the soil of the other worlds and exist within the places I make.
Never will we, of earth, trapped inside dull grey columns ever truly experience freedom.
Not even with our words for we cant even paint the sky a different color other than grey, and the ground beneath our feet will only ever be black. Despite the colors we think we see, they're not the colors we want. Just pale washed out shades of worlds we will never be a part of.
I can do whatever I want,
I can do whatever I please,
dress myself in dirt and lingerie,
wear my filth on my sleeve,
a whore, a sleaze,
I've just got a fixation
for the darkness that
draws you in,
I hope my eyes are
empty, I hope my pulse
is weak, I get high off
my hearts palpitations,
I'm the yeast in your mouth,
the E. Coli in your bowels,
I'm the scum underneath your nails,
wipe the snot off my lips
and rub it in my cuts,
I'm a walking talking
a living breathing cesspool,
and i admire the music
but i admire you more
there you go again
you enter a room
why can't you see that everyone
has fallen in love with your trail of mystery
oblivious to your charm,
you sit down
and nudge my shoulder
and i just fall even more in love
with a boy
who doesn't know
that he is perfect.
I just want
to be held
in your arms