Words can not describe thine beauty
The touch of a rose creates the
sweet sensation of sexuality.
Her aroma fills the room with
the feeling of returning from wartime
the calling of loving comfort
Hair lovelier than a sunflower
never to be picked until the official
day of our lives
As I sit and stare
Living past our expectations
I forget how bare
the accusations made against our speculations
We were made to be no matter the fear
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 12:42 AM UTC
Stuck in the garden
roses as far the eye can see
watching from afar stares the warden
I run as far as he lets me
I run farther and farther into the sea of rose
testing my range minute by minute
the aroma of roses fill my nose
wondering how much time on a clock I can spin it
The end doesn't seem near
Do I keep running?
or return without fear?
or keep running and get caught with much more to lose
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
the sunshine runs its rays over the ocean;
the sunshine puts everything in motion and
the sunshine fills camera sensors with endless beauty-
the sunshine falls at the end of the day-the cutie is unseen.
the moonlight dims beauty and brings insecurity
something, not even light can give purity-
why can't she realize her beauty,
even the night brings new light to shine my cutie
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC
Time is ending. Love is ending.
Forever sending-thoughts of past opportunities;
I am the fool that is regretting; as another man
Time is beginning. Love is beginning.
Moving on to a new interest; I ponder
what could have been somber.
Except, I wish for a somber moment,
then seeing another have a happy moment
Selfishness- I suppose; Foolishness- I know;
Time is the remedy to my problem.
I hope for their happy immortality;
but truly wish for their loving mortality.
Time only will tell the answer to my problem.
Except time is ending. Love is ending.
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 1:45 AM UTC
It is cold, oh so so cold
The snow is falling for the first time ever in my area
The soft simple snow seems so scary
I dip my toes in and get frostbite on my toe
I decide to sit inside where it is warm and welcoming
My windows seem frozen but still transparent
I see all of my neighbors playing in the soft simple snow
They build snowmen and have snowball fights
Everyone is experiencing this new phenomenon in town
Experiencing it from the window is not the same
but I still sense such simple satisfaction from the neighbors
I sit in my home and watch others houses lights shut off
All of them are running out to dive in.
I stay inside and have a cup hot chocolate
my sizzling sip is satisfying and welcoming but something is missing
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
I am a person
Soy una persona
sono una persona
Jeg er en person
Ek is 'n persoon
Ja sam osoba
Ich bin eine Person
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC
Snow falling
the bear snoozing
sunflowers stalling
A Sunflower blooming
The Sun is blinding
Sunflowers blooming
Mating calls for fighting
a sunflower glooming
Perennials rebloom
as a sunflower tries to
Sunflowers rebloom
a sunflower dies too
The snowflakes fall
a Sunflower grows tall
sunflowers wilt
the dens are built
Snow falling
The bear snoozing
sunflowers stalling
A Sunflower glooming
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC
A need for social interaction
Can be solved by a simple action
and a minor transaction.
The sun rises as friends and family
become more than a fantasization of the nightly dramatizations.
The sun’s rays begin to be covered by moons darkest shadow.
As I get closer to the people I hold so dear,
the eclipse grows stronger and the image of my reality grows dimmer
The small glimmer of a shooting star is all I need to progress my social endeavour,
but my stomach begins to simmer.
I feel as if today I might get thinner
In the shadow of the moon I am met with a lady, a pill, and a bill.
I follow the orders of the lady and I feel the warmth of the Son once more. The Moon’s shadow is casted away from a single digestion,
as if a sacrifice was made to a higher being to cast away the shadows on a Sunday
My social life is based off a refill
And if I spill,
all I can do is close my eyes
and shut the blinds.
For away from the light is where I find the most comfort.
My brightness dies around the brightest
ones in my sky. My constant fight is the one
against the darkness between the stars.
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 4:44 PM UTC