He kissed her
her lips were air
and he was breathless
she feels home
not with four walls
but two eyes
and a heartbeat
they were two flowers
drifting into a
fading horizon
entwined delicately
free from hurt and pain
Just free from the demons
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC
Liquor
Your lips tasted like liquor
and I was in a drunken abyss.
I took sips that turned into swigs,
and soon enough,
I was intoxicated.
The only difference,
between me and the other drunks;
I knew what I wanted.
You, with you lips of alcohol
and your scent of *******
And I was addicted
to your body
as your arms encircle me
in a little cage,
on Cloud 9.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 5:49 AM UTC
You don't need
a knight in shining armor.
You need one
who is battered and bruised
but alive and real.
You need a knight
in stained armor.
A shining armor
would mean,
no battles won,
no battles lost,
just a piece of
jewelry
to dress up.
A stained armor
would mean,
battles fought
with bravery,
battles lost
with acceptance,
and most of all
making it through
all of these battles
to be with you.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 7:18 AM UTC
No sound escapes me,
but the voices in my head
scream for attention
as my vivid imagination
pictures hurting them,
portrays chopped of pieces of them,
I feel the scream roam
on my lips
and I let my mouth open
and I let all the voices out,
and the quietness disappears,
and with a burst of my lungs
I continue the shrill vocal
on and on and on.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
Oh, how I am attracted to oblivion.
My hands reach out
to embrace oblivion,
to embrace feeling numb,
and
to embrace freedom.
My eyes close
to follow no direction,
to swim in dark depths,
and
to be in the unknown of known.
I am not depressed
but a mere curiosity
of what's on the other side,
of what's after oblivion,
and finally
of what is oblivion?
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
Never trust the mirror,
for it only shows what's skin deep.
It doesn't show how your eyes sparkle
when you laugh
or
how your laugh
makes you younger in so many ways.
It does't show the moisture your lips
glisten with
from the anxious biting
nor
does it show the creasing of your brows
in annoyance.
It doesn't show the flutter of your lashes
as you fall asleep
or
the way your hair frames your face
as
you light up the world with a simple
smile.
It doesn't show the posture of you body
as
you walk
or
the look in your eyes
as
you stare at your significant other.
It doesn't show you loving
or
your fleeting glances
of
pure admiration
or
even your look of raw anger.
It doesn't define you.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 4:16 PM UTC
You love freely
Whereas I am enveloped by a
darkness
that haunts me
and shatters my very soul
as I ache to breathe.
My heart thumps
as my arms flap
and I pull out a single feather
protruding out of my back
A single dark yet soft feather
Heavily light and
nonsense sense
As I fly,
Free.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 3:23 PM UTC
Where are you mon amour?
Where do you lie?
What walls are these
that trap your scented being?
Do your lips not know me
anymore?
Am I no longer your muse?
You loved me.
Remember?
Tell me what you see mon amour,
And I will see them with you
And I will be jealous of the grounds
that you walk on
for they have been touched by
you
Almost like your fingers tucking a lock of
hair behind my ear.
Remember?
I envy the places you have envisioned
for they have the privilege
to stay
in your mind,
and become a part of your life.
Almost like I once was.
Remember?
Speak to me and
my ears be yours;
to hear your heart’s calming
lyre, and the enchantment
cast by your own words.
Almost like the sense of static
on our first kiss.
Our first kiss was truly bliss
Remember?
Come back and be forever mine,
because if poison were to end me now
My heart would rather it be you, mon amour.
You are my vice, but also my guide
along this endless tunnel of darkness
with the apparent ending filled with light.
Almost like that stage I went through.
That moment in life were all my insecurities
spilled over the glass of my life
and I succumbed to the darkness
that befell my soul.
But as my light,
my fallen angel,
You helped me get over.
But we are separated
and these whips of division
slash at my empty yet longing heart,
which was once filled with
an overabundance of your
strokes in my hair,
kisses on my lips,
cups of tea with your scent
mixed in the atmosphere.
Almost like your arms bringing me home,
with my head on your heart and
the lasting sense of belonging.
Remember?
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 7:46 AM UTC
Like a fire in Satan’s lair,
Fury burned through my insides,
Gnawing at my hair,
It burned those sitting beside.
The lasting hurt and burn,
Flames squeezing out my strength,
Blankets of heat making me churn,
Glares extending their length.
Tormenting dreams enter my mind,
Horrors feed on my life,
Always a new torture for places they find.
Is this my new life
for all those thoughts that push me
on the edge of insanity.
Am I dead?
Am I alive?
I feel anger searing through my veins.
I consume so much hate.
I am numb.
I am lost.
I am in rage.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 4:00 AM UTC
I saw it simmer, threatening to die down.
Flickering as the water fed on its essence,
But it didn’t die and the bluish orange continued to the edge of the paper
And on to the lining of the toilets water, raising my fear of its end.
It never stopped moving steadily to the very corner giving out a darkness and a pungent burning coal smell to fulfill my atrocious purpose.
The flames grew a brighter orange that diminished the blue as they came at the paper’s corner,
I gave up hope, there was no more of the orange or blue.
There were no more flames and my motive was left unfulfilled.
Those last flames that elevated my desire,
Had it terminated just as fast.
The fire was never able to strip that ****** name off,
It lay there mocking me on the blemished paper.
Even though the blaze had been flushed,
Mine just rose up enough to get me writing this poem.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 9:55 AM UTC