another day another thing
for me to fall in love with
take me so far away
from the pain i feel today
sing to me,
the voice sounds so sweet
with those tears
that rain in my hands,
i will hold
you like you’ve never known, before
baby quit closing all these doors
i want to get inside of you and explore
show you things from my view
i’ve found my cure
the numbing is no more
you’ve taking me within my amour
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 6:55 PM UTC
may the juice of your fruit
bring me to death
cementing my grave
onto my lips, the filling it gives
unearthing a taste
only savored weeks apart
one God if they may take my soul
could have saved me had it’s heart been on patrol
with the hands lift my spirit
from the grave that has kept my bearings
secret, as intent to **** a royal for their fortuntes
as i am peasant, desperate for its gold
with its juice, i pray this sip
lay my head from its whiff
there is no more life to give
all this pain makes what is left sick
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 6:54 PM UTC
every raindrop gives aid to my vines
entangled in the thought you must be
of loving the garden where your naked feet
have touched the muddy water
to clean it off, you must leave
but with you, if you must be gone
please take with you
at least one seed
but may you stay, let your feet sink deep
with every step, that stomp will leave
a print that only you can give to me
your identity can hold my leaves
instead of them running free along the floor
can they trace the contour of your curves
and be held in the palm
of your fate telling grasp
the universe, i have always asked it
these vines they grow, these leaves so green
but for what if they are only meant for me
stay by here and you may see what it means to have my seasonal seeds.
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 6:53 PM UTC
indebted by the voices
harmonizing to your choir
notes rung so high
i can hardly grasp the height of it
in my ears, the rhythm slips
down to fall into a skip
the pavement breaks, a whirlwind sends
shake the earth for once to take my sense
the sound is mentioned in whispers
that only the angels can listen to
when they rest their white dress
my blooded fit always left a stain
the red dyed
as if roses sink into the stitching
that only you could clean
and rid the marks always left by me
but the touch for a final time
of your linen, may bring my distress fashion
the imagine it needed
before leaving
yet, it has been chaos
my eyes have meant
a burning home
now these sockets can find sleep to my fingers
all that was left was the aroma
of your scent, that lifted me high
the wind that carried
now drops my weight
all that’s left is my remains
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC
JULY 08 2018
The silhouette of your body is still fresh on my mind
i day dream of roaming it day and night
are you mine to keep on my side
or do you plan to leave at sunrise?
make sure i am sound asleep
because i can’t see the thought of you
walking out that door
taking with you everything that is me, you came in peace
And came to please
My body, my mind, and my soul.
HOOK:
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 6:50 PM UTC
in these waters, drowning
my hands shoot to the light above
as my feet kiss the abyss
with my eyes i see in front
the endless
immersed in it all
my head is flooded
my eyes
they close, i shut them tight
do not open for the night
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 3:27 PM UTC
around my hand
this thread is raveled
tighter it gets
the stronger i hold
my heart is laced
for me to hold
the string that pulls
sinks deep into the tissue
until the blood
drips to kiss
the floor, the puddle of love
it all morphed into more
then what was presented
surprise, your presence
leave me level headed
i can’t think straight, my lines inverted
you invented as i invested
i love you, there i said it
this subdues my void
you are not my toy
i can’t play these games
leave in fantasies
look
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 3:26 PM UTC
these thoughts of you keep life warm
the fire burns uncovered; the presence loves expulsion of brisk
frosting the trail for as long as i can recall
every step, beneath was nothing but a trip
until the thoughts of you started coming in
unmarked, **** but yet a future it told
the light; it glows in a stance of fate
to be seen with the eyes but felt with the mind
airy winds gust, the ambers are caught; mirror of a fire fly
that drift through the blue crest night
an extension, the light that carries gathers darkness
to relive the tension felt by happiness
the northern frost; stretches cross the land
your foot print is to set forth
a trail that i may follow
on the hollow nights to find where you are
give me your breath, before the brisk intrudes
i will hold it, by my heart.
the cold it comes with intent to steal
our souls, close as yours can be
if i feel it, the cold will go
our hands will lock, i’ll pull you close
have my lips meet your neck, race along your chest
falling to your stomach
now your thighs, i open your legs
may my tongue give you health
and let you feel, what someone so divine should
the love and affection
we can lay on one another
and wish the cold a goodnight.
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC
bullets gathered in commune;
rallied with the spirit of fate
at the nose, rest the breath to come
as my touch gives you strength to escape
to ash the skull will turn
from the flustered blush; to a berry plucked
after all the thoughts it has lured
mourns the abscesses of something more
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC
the motion of crowds; sip their wine
slowly, each glass lustfully kisses their lips
leaving behind only a stain
privileged now, their lips speak with color, standing out
insisting a dance; to songs unbeknownst to my feet
the night is ripe, a sweet blackberry to ingest
savory on my eyes, the lids shut to find
the bit of light within, before the darkness befriends
unveil the raveled threat constricting my sight
the honey lights travel as far as sound
stretching down the walls, collecting in a pool
gathered beneath, the crowd begins to surround
their faces are unclear pictures
yet, their eyes are piercing
hungry for the flesh, but my bone is so close
as they made their hand with my skin
press their palm on my wrist, hold my neck as the noose
my empire is weak already, up in flames
my kingdom meets the furry of death
disguised in sight, for many years
the majesty of unknown sung from afar
but with it comes to a rhythm, that my muscles
can recall as we do to blink and breathe, chew and swallow.
to the flames, i will take
these final secrets kept in the pocket of my heart
they may sip and be drunk
and insist that the dance is theirs, but i resist
as their fingers leave my glass eyes
they will only leave a mark, to be cleaned
but not carry with them my identity.
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC