Her supple and shapely silhouette rests submissively
as the luster upon the soft satin sheets arouses
sensual images of salaciousness beneath the sheen surface
My empty yet enduring eyes slowly engage the darkness
eager to embark upon the elusive lines energizing the elation
as a sojourning moon entices her to endear
Her excelling exuberance... exploited on exhalation
exposing her explicitly; exemplifying the excerpt
of an exonerated experience as the moonlight expires
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 2:33 AM UTC
As a blooming rose
unveils a Winter's first mask
Her smile enslaves me
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC
It sits there, amongst its brethren.
Thrown in the back, out of view...
behind his newer, pristine siblings.
Brought onto the shelf, exactly the same
as the rest; having the same goodness
sought by all who absolutely love soup.
Yet, this can is overlooked...
by virtue of a small tear on its label.
Condemned by an insignificant imperfection.
Encased in steel, lined with tin;
the delicious ambrosia is preserved
equally across its line.
Its label is a mere distinction
of what is truly of worth...
what's inside.
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 11:53 AM UTC
Like the faint speckles of light
piercing through fabrics of black silk
upon the fore of flickering flames
from an ensemble of a thousand tealights
The obscure vast extends beyond our perspective
opening our minds, birthing visual imagery
brought upon by this vivid intimacy
between the light and of the dark
Like ornate embroidery, leisurely sewn
as clouds transform while traversing the temporal expanse
revealing our past through portraits
of familiarities once anew
The romantic serenity politely interrupted
by wisps of wind that softly whisper
feeling their breath; as a caress of silk
delicately brushing against our skin
As the warmth of earth upon which our bodies rest
holds us closely as our souls explore
the everlasting and exclusive wonders
under the night sky
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 3:30 AM UTC
I can see it in their eyes
their disdain piercing through
my ignorant gaze
rolling in discontent
weakening my resolve
as they close to dismiss
my very existence
I can hear it in their voices
with deliberate tones of sarcasm
to destroy my esteem
throwing facetiously coy remarks
to challenge my will
outnumbered in unison
to quell me into silence
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 4:27 AM UTC
Only when it's gone have I realized the special things I've lost
Having you explicitly with all of your heart
To hold you close to me in a warm embrace
To be able to talk to you and look you in the face
To spend those nights with you sleeping at your side
Too many times have I denied
Only when it's gone have I realized the things I loved most
Having you close to me and never apart
To do those little things that make you smile
To love you without apprehension or denial
To be open with you without trial
Too many times have I been so hostile
Only when it's gone have I realized all of the mistakes I've made
Having done so little to prevent us from falling apart
Not listening to you with an open mind
Allowing myself to fall far behind
Not helping you when life became so entwined
Too many times have I been so blind
How I regret so much for the time I've ill-spent
How sorry I will be as I begin to repent
For taking your love for granted.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 4:27 AM UTC
I cannot help feeling the way that I feel
or doing the things that I do;
acting the way I'm not supposed to.
For I have not the discipline to do so.
Your presence is powerful, and intense..
it overwhelms me completely
and takes control of me.
For that moment, it's an eternity.
I am rendered helpless..
in a state of mind in which I cannot think
clearly, nor focus or believe
in anything other than you.
Everything that I have learned.
Everything that I have built myself upon
has vanished. No rules or religion can
deter me to think otherwise.
I am at your mercy,
whether your intent was to do so or not;
it's how I feel, and it's how I am
when I'm with you.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 4:20 AM UTC
What is wrong with using "not"?
It is a negative to an eloquent adjective, verb or noun.
Simply the opposite state of being; which one should NOT frown
For programmers, "not" is a logical complement,
which helps us filter-out things we do NOT want.
And is used sparsely and NOT to flaunt
By simply twisting our thought at 180-degrees,
it's used to portray an abrupt reversal image in our mind.
A quick look at a mirror, and NOT you will find.
Affix a k-, yet "knot" still sounds the same
but it will help keep our things secure.
From our pretzels, shoes and the ribbon-wrapped gifts we procure.
Add an s-, and the children will be amused;
defiance is in its nature, is it NOT?
That is, to disgust their friends with each others snot.
So, to be or NOT to be.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC
We live amongst ourselves in recognition
memorialized for our distinct deeds rendered
It is here that we witness ourselves flourish
as our aged reflections are kept pristine
Rehearsing our roles to absolute perfection
awaiting for this progressive saga to be told
As we are the revered immortals here...
never to be forgiven
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 4:16 AM UTC
Alone to be
and not one other to see
for miles across this land.
Is there a reason
for this act of treason;
an answer, I demand.
I cry out loudly
both polite and profoundly
yet there is nothing to hear.
My heart starts to ache
as I begin to shiver and shake.
To live my life in fear.
Is there not a friend
or is this the end
of all life in existence?
Am I alive, but not well
or have I gone to hell?
For all I have is silence.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 4:15 AM UTC