And as I found them,
my mind was numbly reminded
Words, despite being a gem
Are too often close minded
Capturing all I once had
In grasps far too thin
Very slowly driving me mad
Driving me towards forsaken sin
My words were all I had
Her words were all I had
And now, I am so terribly sad
For your words, were all I had
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
Now sadly I can’t yet write in iambs very brightly
I can only hope thee become trés pleased by this
I am not able of writing such masterpieces of poetry
Like Shakespeare, light crafts of beauty and Sorrow, fleur d’lys.
I solely can attempt to impress thy soul and being
By typing so eloquently, sadly believing you will ever feel
Such mill of emotion, sole construction of heart and thrill
For I be delighted to be lighting struck for witnessing
Such beauty.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 7:12 AM UTC
The sly smoke lingering upon the room
The door open, enclosing the broom
Calmly I sat, on my wooden chair
Reading the newspaper, under the sun's glare
Yet the phone soundly rang
A catchy tune it's speakers sang
In my mind, who could it be?
In the end of the line, a stranger greets me.
And such reveals the mists of mystery
He demands me to stay awake
This uncalled feeling of stressful misery
Is far worst than I could take
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 8:51 PM UTC
As eyes dwell shut, my lingering rest arrives rushed
Sole desire of mine to roam, lost endlessly in darkness
Yet obligations are appointed, I must not give in pushed
by vile and lethargic pine for sleep deprivation, my harness
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC
Oh, Romeo. Could thy be lost in depths of tar,
so deep, your embrace is far from clearance of air
your Sadness, by thou’s lost mourning and debt of heart
must not be determinant of thee’s lost wish to depart
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
And I could gaze upon your eyes
Yet chose to caress your legs instead
You shiver in joyful dread
but my touch tells you no lies
Warm skin, tender contact
firmly pressed and packed tight
flawless motion, bodies reenact
sweaty bliss, arousing light.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
Wooden table and a ****** nose
Flows lightly, osculating it’s wood
And if only this could be felt in prose
Only verse can reflect my mood
Clock ticks in the background
I breathe slowly, in acceptance
The excruciating lack of sound
Is breaking my will to dance
And one last song I’d give to Terpsichore
But I don’t have the time any more.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
Timeless, shapeless and colourless
Yet I demised after your fading trail
Excruciatingly hallucinating of a dark veil
Sobbing, for my torment is painless.
Would I deserve you at any era?
Shame would keep me from you.
I could be Zeus, you could he Hera,
But such wasn't destiny’s brew.
How powerless are my sails
Against a windy, furious sea
Maybe trying a couple of ales
Will make me invite you for tea.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC
There’s this ache in my head
It viciously runs my spine
Is it because I’m very sad,
Or because of all that wine?
It becomes terribly confusing
To stand still, almost paralyzed
it’s completely terror inducing
it twists my mind as sterilized
Completely empty it might be
Assaulted thoughts of worry
And the biggest burden for me
Is that letter reading “I’m sorry”
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
Methodical schedules arise
Poems mechanically created
Emotion forcibly simulated
Rummaging towards demise
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC