max-o
American
I am a Christian poet. I started actually writing when I was 17 years old as a junior in highschool. Before then I never really realized what it really meant to write. I had a lot of things to talk about and stories to tell, but no one to really listen. So when I found poetry, I realized that the one who always listens to my poems is my notebook, so I've been writing in my own little poetry book I have. I mostly love writing about the subject of love. Although with my past of always moving around, it usually is about lost love, or something along the lines of that. I'm always trying to branch out with new ideas of how to reach people. I am one who truely believes that people can be told how to feel, not only by actually "being" told to, but by the emotions sent out through ones voice and words.
Two beings,
one invisible to society,
the other invisible to the unseen he loves,
the same problem,
the same hurt
She cries and cries,
but doesn't notice the one willing to help,
the one man who deeply loves her,
for she is all he sees,
no one else but her
She takes a moment to stop her tears,
he gets closer,
and looks deeply into her eyes,
as she stares at nothing
Hurt,
she is hurt,
but underneath all the pain,
pure,
wanting to be pure,
but doesn't even have the will to move on
But are hindered,
but are hurt,
one invisible to society,
and one can only see the other,
but invisible to her at the same time.
Jul 27, 2011
Jul 27, 2011 at 7:12 PM UTC
He looks at her picture,
with both love and lust,
wanting to do so much for her,
but,
she has no idea he exists
Tried so hard to make her see,
to make her happy,
but all with no avail,
desperate,
he still constantly tries,
maybe she will one day see,
she means everything to him
Relieves his stress by walking,
down the fog filled street,
he sees her,
down on her knees she cries,
trying everything to calm her down,
but she doesn't notice.
Jul 27, 2011
Jul 27, 2011 at 7:11 PM UTC
She looks into the mirror,
but sees nothing,
trying everything to become visible,
but all with no avail,
hurting,
desperate,
she still sees nothing
Clawing at the mirror,
denying herself,
tears hit the sink,
does she exist,
is she there
Stumbling through the fog filled night,
under the streetlight,
she drops to her knees,
tears fill her face,
her heart feels like it's going to explode,
her head in between her knees,
she doesn't see herself,
but she feels everything.
Jul 27, 2011
Jul 27, 2011 at 7:11 PM UTC
The sweet sensation,
of another's touch,
so intense,
heart beats faster,
stumbling through words
The heat from the other's touch,
soft,
warm,
she's so calm,
so in control
She doesn't think anything of it,
just another hand,
rubbing against hers,
nothing new,
nothing special,
quickly forgeting it ever happened
On the other side,
time freezes with thought,
cannot believe this could happen,
happen to him,
thinking about that moment,
for days on end.
Jul 27, 2011
Jul 27, 2011 at 7:09 PM UTC
To the one I call pure:
tormentor,
teasing me with everything you have,
making me think of only you
Your beauty,
your grace,
your charm,
all of it brings you so much brighter,
with so many others thinking the same thing,
how am I suppose to think it,
How am I suppose to compeat with so many others,
others that are smarter,
or better looking than myself,
why should I even try,
but I can't help thinking
woman of so few words to me,
I too am with so few words,
forced to just think
To the one I call pure,
my dreams label you as my tormentor,
my poison,
I see you high upon a golden throne,
looking at so many,
yet I stand here being one of many,
I can not stop thinking of what could happen,
just can't stop thinking of the one,
pure.
Jul 27, 2011
Jul 27, 2011 at 7:08 PM UTC
I saw you through the limelight sky,
the flowers move as you do,
smell as you do,
so elegant and so beautiful,
all of them wanting to be you,
gorgeous
Moving through the winded meadow,
the grass flowing in your flootsteps,
your dress is blowing in the wind,
looks like youare ready to fly
Finally,
you look at me,
even from across the plains,
I can see your lucious eyes,
intrigued,
I know you want to come closer,
yet I stand here,
awaiting your every move.
Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 12:10 PM UTC
I saw my future in the hands of man,
a drast and cold one it is,
how many times shall my hands be scorged,
be poisoned,
be tainted,
the blackness of all sorrows surround
The moon's face shall surely eat me alive,
shall the stars have so much lust,
following,
I am followed by the past I led,
awaiting the uneditible future I set
My mind racing with thoughts I never had,
dreams of faces I never saw,
can you see thhe mind of bleekness,
hear the voice of the confused
The trees run down from the shadows,
blind I cannot see,
led by the darkness I trust,
so surely I will not be betrayed
bleeding through the cracks in the walls,
my life,
incomplete but perfect,
take notice of the lakes of nothing,
nothing to fill,
to fill the damages made by others
Too sure they can solve,
help they say,
cannot comprehend the meaningless of life,
putting something where nothing used to be,
impossible
I wait for the future,
time of meaningless will mean too many,
someday of mine shall surely follow.
Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 12:08 PM UTC
Come here,
I will help you,
are you all right?
Come,
I shall help you,
what do you need?
I will give it to you
Good,
you are feeling much better now,
you are looking great,
oh,
you're leaving now?
ok, have fun
Hey, how are you doing,
we haven't talked in so long,
how are you?
do you need anything from me?
remember the time we spent together?
that was great wasn't it?
wasn't it?. . . . . .Hello?
Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 12:01 PM UTC
Small time we spent,
I wanted more.
From your voice that lures me towards you,
to kindness I adored.
All coming from the beauty that holds everything capsule.
I wanted to forget with no avail.
Such a frail body,
but all of it is special,
all I adore.So far away,
I wish I can move on,
but travel means nothing to the heart,
for it doesn't care.
Tormenting me with your perfection,
thinking I will never get as close to you as I was,
Like the flower,
time was needed to bloom.
Time we didn't have.
The passing wave is surely coming.
Slowly towards the thoughts I have.
Time is still needed,
but with little time left until the wave hits land.
Will I be able to breathe, able to think?
To the one I call pure,
you are a poison to me.
I grow weary of my thoughts never changing course.
Do you know? Do you care?
I wouldn't know.
From the time we met,
I couldn't think of others the same as you.
Different you may seem, but for how much.
Pure because of difference.
Little I still know, but with the few I do,
I am entangled by your face, your body, your mind.
I want to know more, but doubt more will come.
Here I stand, someone you barely know. But just know what one small time means.
Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 1:36 AM UTC
I can't seem to get her out,
I still know we won't be two,
that's why I will not pout,
but when it happens it comes on cue
Most of the time it's nothing,
I can easily think of others,
but that one moment of something,
it's the moment that covers
Walking by her in the hall,
I get a glimps of her beautiful face,
time seems to freeze on call,
feeling a mysterious embrace
Even if I swear love isn't there,
it has to bee something more than a care.
Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 1:32 AM UTC