codydale
is there a love for a broken heart? / a heart with out love that is nothing other than hate / but of course who am i but a guy / a guy with a hope to be famous / with his words he clings on / while the heart of myself / abandons the dream of love / encomposed by hate / smothered with my love / of hating hate
Green
With it i imagine things
What to buy
What to do
But when it all comes down
It has no value
Its just a way for satan
To take your soul
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
i long to feel the ******* of love in my hands
to encompass the soul with my heart and show
what these hands what this mind is capable of doing
to allow the one of my dreams to join my soul and wonder off
Her body is like a temple and is apart of everything
like an acceint goddess I yearn to conquer her'
Too merge two clumsy souls into but one lover
locked in together at the hips and engaged in the magic of touch
oh how i yearn to flow into her mystical being
to infiltrate her body and become her to know her mind
to learn her weakness and her strengths and make them my own
and to work together like a well oiled machine for eternity
The movment of hands clasped and exploring new worlds on hot skin
A kiss moves through all caverns of mystery melding to my will
A bond so scared that our every being is rejoicing in a comsic dance
Moaning our voices in estacy leaving no refrain nor surprise just now
and we surge together with confidence and pride into this abyss
this unescabable curse we live in and our strived by
we live by this desire to please ourself with the touch of our forefingers
we want this delicacy that the rich and poor posess
The tension fuses into one fluid action no thought left in the world
only the abilty to do not to make dreams or false hope but to experience
feel touch taste and sound form a song so sweet its like a birds singing
Sizzling with unwitting compassion but burning inside true feeling
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 2:27 AM UTC
i am back stronger than ever
i have learned and felt
inspiration flows through me freely
never again shall i suffer from defeat
but shall i achieve sucess in my goals
my thoughts will be different than what most are used to examing
my grammar will be off
my words thrown together
for i have learned
that you can not write poetry
but you must feel it
feel it in bursts of emotions and allow it to take you
to another world where there is no moreworries or troubles
only love
a world of words
that you create
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
it seems that no matter how hard i try
a perfect day can never be
i get bored
and i get lonely
so i go and take pictures
to make a scene that seems serene
is not like it seems
the lightings never right
so changes i do make
and i come to find
that even the best
can not make the
fake world perfect with ease
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC
When will the time come
Where i will not have to worry
Or cry
Over the world
When will i be given the chance
To quit hiding my self
And run
Into the widespread arms of confidence
Embraced by the warmth of love and compassion where weeping is no longer a feeling
When will the time come
Where love is powerful
And hate is unknown
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC
A love lost from my heart tears dehydrated
My chin loose from quivering as i weep into my blanket
with no love No hope and no reason to continue
I weep
as tears stream down i remember how life
Was so simple and easy as a child
With no worries other than ** wto please mommy
I miss the times when i did not know hate
Death hunger misery sorrow and love
I miss the times when tears didnt stream down
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 2:28 AM UTC
I dont know what to do or how to feel
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC
Love is but the **** of two minds, yet what is joy?
Joy is but the slaughter of pain which is the reality
Life and death remain the duality but the contraction and the most real delusion all shall know
beyond logic is chaos but chaos is simply defused logic
Stare aimlessly into the nothing that is you and the nothing that is I
We are both the same person I am to you as you are to I
He is to she what she is to he
Our concepts are but smoke in the wind and signify nothing
Bloodshed is our purest form of expression a brutal honesty which is the only real part of our nature
but what is artifical?
The art of ignorance is the most difficult course to master taking generations to achieve
Intellect is the pillow that smothers you as a new born baby in your crib
All who want you hate you and all that Hate you love you with all the kindness in the world
Your weak and made to be destroyed but that is the greatest mercy all shall know
Decay further into nothing your true state and put behind the delusion of all that is knoweldge
You are nothing as am I
Nothing is everything even the flicker of a dying flame carried upon angels wings
A lucky bullet strikes the world at exactly midnight and all that is will be no more but a lingering shadow in a universe that doesn't exist
Every second that passes until the fatal blow is an eternity in the eyes of us mortals
What is mankind but a collection of bactieria inside of an amphibians pupil
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 1:30 PM UTC
when she walked away
the tears could not be stopped
she would never return
my heart would be so lost
forever and a day
the depression in my heart
was enough to make
even the devil cry
a flaming tear exited his eye
for even he knew
there was no stronger a bond
than the love between her and I
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC