Unfamiliar face, with your touch that melts so warm.
Foreign bodies with the same intention, wanting more.
Exchanging breaths instead of words,
No expectations to be heard..
Lines blurred.
Asking nothing but a moment of euphoric selfless bliss
Just thrusts of lustful passion
with pain and pleasure in its midsts
Subtleness.
As we continue to succumb this yearning, pure desire..
this stranger doesn't feel so strange,
like a flame amidst the fire.
-Bobbie Leigh
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 9:52 PM UTC
You...
Are reminiscent of my deepest dreams and desires
Inspiring me and seeing you in every little thing, I have found beauty in life itself
And in my coldest hour, thoughts of you ignite within me an eternal flame
An inferno tamed to the beat of our hearts, forgetting time and space
Filling in the blanks where our love first started
Until the last dawn, until the edge of the night...
You
By Bobbie Leigh
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 11:02 AM UTC
*I would tell you all the things
we do while in my dreams
but it would only change the basis of our chemistry.
Will we remain just friends
while still sending lustful grins?
Please send me a sign, an epiphany.
I know it all too well
friends that turned lovers only to fail,
so how can I know for certain?
I guess for now we'll play this game
of dancing near enticing flames,
while we remain behind this curtain.*
-Bobbie Leigh
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
*One so full of sorrow, can seem quite bare and hollow
Like a heart without blood nor veins
or unoccupied snail shells,
they're all the same
Lifeless muted reminders
of how things use to be,
like winters frozen waters
reminiscing of flowing seas
Though in the mind of one so saddened
one can always hope for change,
for life's ever-shifting ways
account for everything good, bad, and strange
-Bobbie Leigh*
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
To crave the warm tender verbs of my lovers words...
-Bobbie Leigh
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
So this is defeat.
This place in which helplessness and discontentment meet.
This off rhythmic step to a melancholy beat.
It seeps into the creeks where light once resided.
Confiding to no one the fears that I hide when shedding my tears in places pride cant thrive in.
Defeat.
This feeling that cant be beat nor destroyed.
This strong-force that makes all joyful things void.
In this world so dark and dim, I ask myself "where do I begin?"
How do I open the windows to my soul to shed the light in?
For it's harder than it seems... the fall of shattered broken dreams.
This place where self-destructive schemes and life's worn down seams meet.
Defeat.
-Bobbie Leigh
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
My fickle heart is confused.
For it longs for a place to call home, but much like a drone
It aimlessly drops bombs while moving along
My fickle heart is confused.
For it never had a reason to stop and stay
Much like the wind, it prefers to swing and sway
My fickle heart is confused.
For it's familiar with the motions of its ever-changing cruise
But you came along its path, and stopped it in its tracks
My fickle heart was confused.
Changing its beat while it roamed a few feet,
And then it met you, found love and it's muse
My heart is no longer confused.
A wanderer in every sense
The moment it found you was its biggest suspense
It was you all along, the words to my song
My heart remained still ever since
-Bobbie Leigh
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC
Cloud that I float on, carry me to Peru
send to me exotic birds, bearing gifts of aqua blue
Lets take a detour through the mountains of Kandahar
for it doesn't bother me if I come out with battle scars
Oh please, oh please can we stop in Dharamsala
I have some questions to ask His Holiness, the Dalai Lama
Cloud, if its possible can we please time travel?
I want to see how they built the pyramids from dirt, stone, and gravel
Lets defy gravity, next stop Andromeda
being 2 million light-years away we'll see scores of space phenomena
Our next and final stop shall be a place called peace
take me there, please cloud, but on the way lets visit Greece.
-Bobbie Leigh
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 1:50 PM UTC
If your words were silent and the poetry of your declarations uttered mute, what other proof would I have of this thing called love?
I would gaze above looking into your eyes, but upon realization my hopes will quickly shatter
I would gather my words to call out your name, looking for your hands to join mine. Yet I will stand in disappointment only to find the emptiness that grasps at my fingertips
I would search far and wide, with my heart in tow, seeking wisdom from the blind
But my quest will be in vain, because the sad truth lies only in the love between my hips… where your love resides.
-Bobbie Leigh
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
There's a tug of war in my mind over ethics and morals-
deep enough to spoil
the very values i was spoon-fed
Misled with good intentions
chaotic confusion, I think I need an intervention
Because to be inside my mind is like a labyrinth,
trying to figure out if what you see is real or just a myth
And everywhere you turn is like one big contradiction
with every piece to the puzzle missin'
And only to me does this all make sense
storing neatly the disorganized mess in my head
Completely doubting all that I've every known
even questioning things I was told to just leave alone
With the thin line of my sanity quickly vanishing
reading peoples minds and letting it get the best of me
They beckon misconceptions to what they think I cannot see-
will I ever overcome this, or will I let it be the death of me?
-Barbodi
May 19, 2010
May 19, 2010 at 1:53 PM UTC