Sometimes I go too deep in my writing for others to understand It's too much for them to take in I'm not looking for praise Or for money But for expression of myself and others So, they can relate and understand That some of us go through things that only a dark fantasy can describe And I'm sorry if its too much
I can’t hide it I crave it Needing it to survive The pressure of your body That look in your eyes Pulling me closer Oh closer Sometimes by my hair Pinning me to that mattress Or whatever you dare For I feel it I love it That taste on my lips Unable to move With your hands on my hips Oh you know me Control me Fingers dancing on my thighs All those nights that you’d hold me Brought stars to my eyes By that grip of your hand Firmly ‘round my neck Oh you’d punish me tenderly I could never forget Yes you’d pull me You’d push me Goosebumps emerge on my skin Feeling the beads of your sweat Drip onto my chin Kiss me Tease me Master you know just what to do To leave me on my knees Begging for every inch of you
A voice that speaks So everyone can here Words that are enunciated properly The messages are clear One must take the words to heart In order to make progress Always step forward Visualize being a success
Not all depressed cut, Not all sad shed tears, Not all strong fight, Not all monsters roar, Not all young are innocent. Some just work harder to maintain a mask. We are here, And you have reason to fear, We are the best liars, We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting a single eyelash. Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious prom but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're *****" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
At night you cry because you're afraid to die. You wanna drink, get high and savor the blue sky. Yet every morning you put on a suit and tie, and live yesterdays lie. Every change you deny, you don't even give them a try. It's time you say goodbye. Your life is over, the void is nigh.
All the songs always told me When you know, you'll know And I know I know that I've Done this before But I also know that it's never Felt This Right So come on little heart of mine Let's give this One More Try Come on you beaten golden thing Give it one more try.
This is the first part of a piece I recently wrote that a lot of people liked. If you liked this excerpt, please check out the full poem. The best place to view it is here: https://medium.com/@briannarduffin/a-long-time-ago-5fe8b644f597
Spring upon the rose live on the flow. Be wrapped in the fragrance touch it not. Let it be without a form even in the invisible dark shows up the moon. And believe it or not that all perfect sweet spot planet paradise could be the next stop. Like the flower thins out into the fragrance ah, these finest wings know no bound.
The butterfly paradise slips out is on the fly wafts into the enduring scent of a paint so bold. Lo, on its picturesque wings it has all the eyeballs where does it reach out to no one knows. It's on the other side of the pool only the Queen Fathima knows that groovy grove!
No one tolerates any pause is deadly on this route here death is unknown but none is destined to gain a foot! It’s a Mount Sinai scenario no eyeball can withstand the dazzling beauty enduring long. Yet it’s immaculately spotless every soul shines out that shuffles on these secret alleyways of God!
Pans out to the horizontal spread and dips into the depth. Flower in the fire, the sea in a drop of water Hewn beauty Fathima is the far cry water nymph amidst the mesmerised burnt-flock. The resident handsome swan in heaven on the constantly flowing riverfront keeping it on its toe!
Her skin is pale moonshine, as if the rain hath washed away her color and settled it in her hair, for it is golden like the sun after the storm that rages in her eyes, so blue and passionate like the hand that writes upon her silky arm that bleeds when she is alone.
God spoke to Moses Before I could get a word in edgewise Angels spoke to the shepherds Before I could summon enough energy To take to the skies Prophets saw visions That I couldn’t see Christ had disciples To spread his word So - what about me? Well Wasn’t I the clever one? Didn’t I outsmart all of these? Doesn’t it just have my Stamp upon it?
the Deaths Head Moth has a skull like marking on its body - hence its name
Tampering flesh, beckons at saints Bolting high a warm embrace Sampling shame by demons we face As fools run for the richness of fame But never have I seen pride shine Brighter than the outlooks of time As morals bleed seemingly And I face the repeat of actions burnt repeatedly For I know of such disgrace Feeding full the purpose of life and faith
I love him I tell myself I know that We will be together forever I don’t believe that We could be separated My thoughts tell me that He’s the love of my life Sometimes my heart lies and says I could live an eternity Without him Like my friends say “We’re perfect for each other” And you can’t tell me He’s not the one.