Lunarian
American
Poetry is a way of expression, of a story . OR it could be a way to write a story to travel to another place, another serene environment to where you're free. / / / / © 2014 Lunariann. all of my poems are my exclusive property and all rights are reserved to me.
Ever met someone that made your body shiver?
That made you re-evaluate yourself alot quicker?
Tongue is slicker
than liquor that been marinating since 2 winters
and you cannot fathom what do with it either?
Ever met someone that got you guard down?
kept talking to you when you were so sure you were lost and now?
Shadows keep replaying the scenes that I'm ************ to
without ever taking my clothes off, im biting my lips too
His mind is beautiful
even though he never thinks so, he's still confused that I am finding him so--
Atrractive, I do not wish to lose him
Manically, I'm laughing,
I can feel myself losing control to him.
It's funny.
I once believed I was heartless
not a beat in my chest to cause duress.
Not a disturbance, I laid my feelings to rest
so determined that they were the feels of a teen and yet
he's re wakened something in my soul
something in my heart and beyond my control
Even if, he does not believe that he the last thing I think about before dreaming, in the bed .
im his now
Even if, he does not believe that I think he's worth being with
I am his now, please believe it with a fighting spirit.
These dreams keep coming back to me
and if dreams are secret wishes then
Im wishing that you'll find a back to me
Dec 24, 2019
Dec 24, 2019 at 2:51 PM UTC
I'm the little housecat
who hangs out with dogs
plays with frogs
and yarns at the shiny ball
I'm the little girl
who'd rather play football
than volleyball
and would rather not text my crush, but call
I'm the old man
who'd rather go swimming
than watching who's line is it?
or golfing tournaments.
This is why I'm misunderstood by everyone
they see it one-way and I see hundreds
Which way is acceptable?
I'm the little boy
who thought he was into girls, because they called him a man
but grew older to find out
I love other men.
I'm the art student
whom everyone says that should just drop out of school
take a different major, be a boss, make rules.
Then discovers that without art they'd be as lost as the world of fools
It would seem everyone has their own opinion
about what everyone else should be, or what and how everyone should do
However, each choice made.
should be the choices made with you own heart.
So what you want to do.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 7:38 PM UTC
He'd drag to hell
these daydreams do tell
a slow song, a love song
that i know too well.
He'd be my Romeo, and I Juliet
if I let him be the one to drive me insane and yet
My bed is his favorite
clubhouse
My legs is his favorite
clubgrounds
and My lips is --- his now
as i don't dare to ever care to think about
-another man.
I'd rather have no man.
My dreams are clouded with this man
let me pretend
I dont care,
he'd grab me, pull me close, whisper in my ear
he'd dare me to say "i don't care" again
he'd press his lips to mine.
conquering his sweet valentine
nonetheless, just invading my lips and thoughts with his tongue as he intertwines
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 4:35 AM UTC
My husband when i dream. {my year crush}
I can't stop thinking about him
his arms around my shoulders
his voice in my ear
ringing over and over
I cant stop thinking about him
his silly little jokes
the way his glasses sits on his nose
the way he frowns when I decide it's him i want to poke.
I cant stop thinking about him
the way his hair feels
the way his beard feels
the way im head over the hills
I wont stop thinking about him
the way his patience overturns negation
the way he holds my attention
even when my minds' racin'
I wont stop thinking about him
he crosses my mind all the time
taking his time, precious time
to blow kisses and taunt my mind
teasing me because he know he's stuck here
to stop thinking i must do it, so i can keep track of what i need to do here
but alas,
his kisses leaves me breathless
and his embrace leaves me thoughtless
his arms leave me as jello.
A jiggling, giggling girl wanting him to -
never let go.
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC
I only think of you when I want something
and that something is simple, yet it haunts me sometimes
It keeps me up at night.
Barely I sleep as I ride
-it out. Flows through me like a drug
I can never get enough
Addicted to the scent that stirs from within
A special sin.
They have special place in hell for me
A special sin.
I can see my chambers calling me.
The yearning is inhuman and the lust eats me up inside
that's why I text you random things at night.
Hoping it'll subside.
never does. why do i try?
Twist and turning in the sheets trying not to remember the last time
-you put your hand on my thigh.
Set me off , all the time.
It happens in the earliest hours of the night,
Like a vampire I seek shelter at my home, trying to hide
it's the lust demon, and she's here with her nightly visits
implanting images that drag me to the abyss with a vengeance
There's my body.
moving to it's accord, snaking in the sheets.
twisting and turning with an urgency
There's my fingers slowly co-ercing me
Coaxing me into my toxic temptation of a urgency
darkness being the audience that blankets me
in my fantasy playroom.
Slip the finger to my mouth
to taste the fantasy ***
Half drunken off the playing of my own drums
Sounding off like a snare-drum
with the side of vocals
it's like a live concert as I hit I higher of notes
La-La- Oh- La
-and that is all that she wrote.
Turning over to my phone
how i want you to know
I grab it staring at your pictures as I plateau.
From the head to toe-
crescendos.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 5:58 PM UTC
Can you see with all the colors of wind
where life ends
and another begins
it is the circle of life that never ends
Can you hear with all voices of the heart
the rapid beats of someone falling apart
of someone falling in love, and another heartbroken
and two more hearts falling into place to mend the broken
Can you touch everyone
with a song, a touch, or a joke
because they haven't laughed in so long
Can you see that touch light up their day
let them know they aren't alone. and everything's ok.
Can you see how much better the world becomes?
when we dont judge, **** or mock one another.
Can you see how much more harmony the world makes
when we make sure our distant brothers and sisters are ok.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
She handed me the gun
it was shiny, black
had my favorite sticker on the barrel
of a puppy in a red turtleneck sweater
she handed me the bullets and told me to load in the chamber
I followed directions
and then took a ready and aimed
she fixed my aim so that i wouldnt miss the target
flashed me a smile
then told me to fire it
I hear the sound
it startled me
then darkness...
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC
She's so fragile
But he wont let go
She's so broken
but he wants her to love him so
Her eyes wanders
but will she ever know?
The one that'll make her happy
is behind her holding her close.
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 7:33 PM UTC
I love resting my head on your shoulder as you tell me how everything is supposed to be
Live life to the fullest and never be afraid of anything.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
Suicide
S. She was sweet making sure that i had everything that I needed
U. Ultimately the goal in mind had never really succeeded but this time was different
I. I had a special friend that
C. Cares about me in ways noone can.
I. I just want it to end, and my friend will help me, he kisses me on my cheek, and presses his face to my temple
D. Death is only a permenent sleep from the land of mortals.
E. Eternity I shall spend in comfort without morals.
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC