I wish for the older times
When a bad boy could be good
Makes us their shrines,
Instead of the inspiration for morning wood,
Where fathers would discipline,
Their boys who treat a women as an amatory,
Thinking like a simpleton,
Only with their anatomy,
What happened to the lioness?
We’re only hurt by the succubus
As pain cometh
As we try tears suppress
Why must a good women
Suffer for the horrid
With the stained linen,
For a dream so torrid,
All we want is to be respected,
Witnessed pain,
Just to be rejected,
Nothing is perfected,
Nothing pure,
Only selected,
For deceitful lure,
Why don’t we earn the respect?
We so desperately work for?
Because a man has a defect,
Easier is the *****
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
Like a moth to a flame
You reduced me to ash,
Singed these already broken wings,
And at my wounds your flames did lash
I was captivated by your danger
Senseless from your beauty
I only wanted to touch and feel
And so your inferno left my heart sooty
Enticed by your primal heat
I was seduced by the warmth of you
And so I was scorched in defeat
As my wants took over my needs
Ready to burn down whatever crossed your path
You were a raging inferno
I a single moth defenseless in your wrath
Drawn to you by your impassioned thermo
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 3:28 AM UTC
I was the relentless sun,
While you the calming moon,
I was radiated with passion unforgiving,
And you fled from pain into the inopportune,
My mind had begged to run from you,
but my heart had demanded I stay,
You radiated the dark in me,
And I stopped at nothing to make your heart sway,
And so we were polar opposites,
That could not exist without the other,
We were in complete contradictory denial,
But one could not do without the other lover,
So I shone my rays of desperation
And reflected off your doubt,
I fought for respiration
And you responded to my draught,
You’re moon will stir the seas I heat,
My rays will warm your darkness,
As we co-exist together,
And work towards each other’s calmness.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
Roses they did wonder
contradictory to their character
but love had they squandered
at the hands of a gifted actor
What a feat it was
to become an unexpected pawn
they came in red camouflage
from his hidden pocket like a weapon drawn
Now bathed in mistruths
and dyed black by misdeeds
dismissed of thier behooves
as tainted blood stains their leaves
The roses they wondered
in search of a new elucidation
for their job had they blundered
condemned by pains preservation
She rejects them like a plague
as thou they were poisoned by his lies
though their part in it vague
she blames them most of all for the tears she cries
Roses they wonder
in search of their redemption
as her screams do thunder
while they fight against her apprehension.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
I am the broken stereo in your car
That no matter what you try
And no matter what you do
All you ever get is static
Because the owner before you
Didn’t read the instructions
When it said “Please handle with care.”
I am useless to you,
Taking up this empty space,
You wish for me to sing sweet music
But it is in brokenness you only hear whispers
I wish I could play to you
That favorite song you drive to
That will carry you on your path
That desperate song you cry to
But all I am is static
Broken and plastic
Because when I worked for someone else
They handled me roughly.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Or rather a winters noon
As you left no sunshine to stay
You just wore me out with gloom and doom
I was the summer’s breeze
And you were the winter’s chills
With sun beams through clouds did you tease
And I will admit your storms gave me thrills
You wore me down like rotting wood
Fighting against the dampening rain
The winter’s blizzard was all I had withstood
But then came the splintering pain
I crumbled at your tempest
Snapped to pieces at your will
You had me at my barest
And like the season you left still
You marked me with your hurricane
You tore at me with your hailstorm
As only my dampened dust remain
As my structure lay torn
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Or rather a winters noon,
From all you destroyed you walked away
But with the rain something new may bloom.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC
Like a moth to a flame
You reduced me to ash,
Singed these already broken wings,
And at my wounds your flames did lash
I was captivated by your danger
Senseless from your beauty
I only wanted to touch and feel
And so your inferno left my heart sooty
Enticed by your primal heat
I was seduced by the warmth of you
And so I was scorched in defeat
As my wants took over my needs
Ready to burn down whatever crossed your path
You were a raging inferno
I a single moth defenseless in your wrath
Drawn to you by your impassioned thermo
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC
Was she but the fallen
Come down to raise an Arcadian hell,
Avoiding peace in graceful slalom,
Encased in her callous breathing shell,
Most would describe her as the Cacodemon,
With the eyes of baleful sin,
Defined by her nefarious inner demon,
That had beguiled her sanity to its whim,
She breathed of ethereal indignation,
Sought upon her by trenchant thoughts,
Damning her for indulging in feelings as dissipation,
By those who seek defamatory purity as frauds,
She was the unwanted succubus,
Whose earnest beauty cost too high a price,
Her darkly alluring convictions were a neuritis,
Brought too bare all adamant admirers vice,
She was thought to be the rakshasa,
Condemned for safeholding her own heart,
Not wanting persue any psychodrama,
Not wishing for a reckless counterpart,
So she clinged to her hellhounds,
To hold at bay any contemptuous intruder’s,
And so they dub her hell bound,
Ignorant of her past patronizing prosecutors.
She is the Cacodemon,
As she shuts her gates from all,
Trusting none acclaimed shaman,
As she has already been judged to fall
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
She had many faces,
but she was not two-faced,
but rather described as a storm,
With opulent intensities,
Transfigured by the elements of life’s
Quiet mellifluous lilt by
Which it languidly swayed all souls,
She did not sway though,
Rather she was uncompromising in
Her emotional wave length,
She could drizzle gently,
Or cascade exuberantly with her susceptibility,
She had no riveted temperament,
She was a storm in all rhapsodic unpredictability
And inexorable power of the ineffable unknown,
She was the incorporeal roar of thunder and
The incandescent luminescence of lightning,
She had embodied the storm she had
Fought desultory for a decade,
They were coalesce until it had formed
A chrysalis amorphous of raw beauty,
She had many faces,
But no she was not two-faced,
She was the storm that had shaped her.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 3:02 AM UTC
Her veins have deteriorated
Narrowed and not ameliorated
With every pungent pulsating pump
Her quality of life she does expunge
To a beating that is crepuscular
And will gain no life from any stabilizer
It is bleeding desultory diaphanous crimson
Demoted by her own visceral volition
Until one day it ceases
As the walls to her capillaries deceases
Until a cardiologist by a different name
Imposes on her grotesque game
To replace these decrepit pathways
That does mellifluous passion decay
Until these capillaries are replaced
Through the bypass of an ethereal nature embraced
To heal such a slaughtered souls defeats
Until a her hearts ephemeral beats
Coalesce with the tranquil thundering
Of her shamans pulse
that dominates over her demons plundering.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC