gun. a shiny .45s gun, running through my fingers
never once in my life, or even if my dreams;
that i’ve imagined of myself holding it,
“Shoot. To my temple.”
my mind, and life’s never been easy;
as so my death
she held up my chin, and whispered.
“Stop. The doctors are coming for you,
Okay?”
and everything becomes crazy and hazy again.
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 7:05 AM UTC
And the truth is
Live person
Can act
Like a dead
But the dead
They can't
It just is
I felt that
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 6:53 AM UTC
adore the moon, the stars and the night;
wherein they hear your deepest wishes
your wishful thoughts to become true
and they feel your longing in between
that not everyone about you;
do know and apprehend.
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 4:59 AM UTC
they say
that the sea is your calming pill
it will sooth the deepest pits of yours
and they say
there’s no anyone
skilled sailor in a smooth sea
if that’s the case, can I be the one?
to sail your waves, to change your tides
to embrace your loving breeze and shores
and to make your monotonous fall
the heartbeat of my heart?
let me surf with your changing moods
let me tame your surging oceans and sea
let me kiss your shoreline
I promise;
I’ll be the diver in between of your walls,
your mask will turn into smiles and sunshine.
I’ll preserve your heart with my love
and passion to keep you with me.
always.
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 7:29 AM UTC
Poems aren't written,
they're found,
Somewhere in your head the words are waiting,
They're sprawled across the floor,
You just need to pick them up,
Make a path with them,
Let your path guide observers,
And if you can't write,
Walk down somebody's else's path first,
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 10:58 PM UTC
I write stories about love;
while you are there to read them.
I smell hard copies of bondpapers and graphite;
While your eyes were fixed on digital graphics
I’m obsessed on taking pictures;
While you are already contented by them on mind.
One day, Cupid take his role and
Our hidden strings started to connect
No one could explain the things behind this magic;
The love we both feel and its extremities--
The uncertainties despite of each other’s promises
Without our names, who are we?
Are we that Ying and Yang that are meant to be?
Or the typical love stories
Sweet, steamy, and paradise at first;
But bitter, regretting, and painful at the end?
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 6:56 AM UTC
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you so quite new
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 11:41 PM UTC
We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 11:37 PM UTC
But the boy told the girl,
“I will always protect you.”
And, for the first time,
She believed him.
The boy told the girl,
“You are special.”
And, for the first time,
She believed him.
The boy told the girl,
“Your soul is made of pure gold.”
And, for the first time,
She believed him.
The boy told the girl,
“I love you.”
And, for the first time,
She believed him.
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 10:41 PM UTC