She looked into my eyes Until I finally caved in Her nose against my nose her lips curled into a grin Every breath that she exhaled slowly crashed against my chin my lips slowly inching forward until they landed on her skin
Her face on to my face and our lips so tightly pressed One hand playing with her hair the other firmly on her breast her nails carved into my shoulder other hand pulling from my chest Caught up in the moment we both started to undress
She knew just how to tease me knew just how to flirt She bit my bottom lip just enough to make it hurt Kissed me down my neck and opened up my shirt I was moving down her hips slowly pulling down her skirt
But there was no emotion We just gave into our flesh We were both still newly wounded and our pain was still too fresh We were both just seeking solace and a body to caress Our bodies full of **** and hearts full of distress
I can feel the end There's no more that I can take Nothing left of me to break; Nothing more that you can say To make me feel like a mistake No reason to lay awake Hoping none of this was fake No more wondering if there's more to love Than just drowning in the ache
This is all that we have Left Another topic to discuss Another million different ways For you to say you don't believe in Us So just walk away I promise not to make a fuss We've reached the point Where love turns to disgust From all of the distrust
But there's more to love Than just to hurt Much more to love than just to flirt Or let someone go up your skirt Let someone in not being alert To let your heart drag through the dirt There's more to love than just to hurt There's more to love than just to hurt
Black smoke Rises sticking to the walls inside my lungs Coughing back my tears As the ash attacks my throat and spreads across my tongue The cinders crackle flaring up to light the sky devoid of sun As I toss inside, one by one; the letters that you wrote to me when we were young
But we're growing old and as these fires flare up to fight the cold; As they burn up the words these letters hold, I find nothing can erase the lies you told. Because every promise that you sold still hides in every line, In every fold, In every letter inked in gold
And ss the wind picks up and brings the rain And your letters burn till ash remains It hurts me just To say your name But I know my pain can be contained And that peace can Be obtained...
I've lost it; my crown As it falls to the ground It's just making the sound Of "boo"s in the crowd and in them I just drown A self-proclaimed king that's been unmasked as a clown
I grew overconfident thinking I was the best Rhyming just came easy It was a gift, and I was blessed But it kept growing harder and harder to get the feelings right from off my chest And I just grew obsessed I could feel the building up of stress I couldn't find the right words to express lost my gift of rhyme, oh who would have guessed I always taught myself on top but I was losing to the rest
One of my poems got declined without any explanations I'll admit that none of these new pieces have been meeting expectations Maybe I've been running out of patience with all my creations I seem to have been lacking creativity when I think and lay down all the foundations
My poems need raw emotion To be able to reach farther So I'll drain every thought I'll even talk about my father Describe how he'd get drunk and abusive towards his daughters While his son was just a coward afraid to step in as he attacked his mother I'll talk about every ******* thought that filled with horrors and all the dread that lingers here and bothers
Maybe what I need is to drench all my rhymes in pain That's what brought me fame to slid open my wrist, squeeze the ink from inside my veins That's what people like poems they feel they can relate they say they've felt the same And again they'll cheer my name say the king's back in the game That I haven't lost my touch that I'm still ******* insane Then no one will ever doubt Why this throne has engraved my name
Poetry is not all about rhyming, but rhyming is definitely a difficult skill to master. To rhyme and tell a story takes a certain type of talent that I feel not a lot of people appreciate. I see other poems get higher praise when all they do is say things straightforward. There's no beauty in their line.
Sometimes I miss our past... All the phone calls and Kisses... I miss the late nights and secrets... All the hopes and good wishes... But recently I stopped caring and I'm not sure what to do... Because life goes on without those things... Without love ...Without You.
But it feels numb... it feels like living without meaning Give me all those moments back when you turned my heartbeat into screaming Erupt all of my senses with just the slightest touch of skin Give me what you give him, tell me it's alright for us to sin Lie to me...tell me he's not the reason for your smile That your being with him is just a test for me That you've put me through a trial
Because... Life goes on But I can't go on...without you
There's a million different ways for me to tell you how I feel But I always seem to choose the worst way I've been trying to build up the courage to tell you I still I love you But I can't seem to find the words to say... And imagining his hand caressing up and down your skin Is making all my sunny days turn gray Your smile still gives me strength ..maybe enough to find the will And tell you what I need for you to turn my way
Then again... This... Might just be a phase... A fluke. A lemon. An emotional wave... These bipolar feelings are driving me mad... I love you... I miss you... I want you so bad...
Eventually, though, my thoughts of you... will wither away... You'll find another person to brighten your days. What's left to say? I've pushed you away... And what's more my insensitivity, by you, has been repaid.... I know deep in my heart I'll always miss Us...hate that I withdrew... But to free myself from this misery... I must remember... Life goes on without You.
A collaboration I wrote with an old friend of Mine.
I need to scream But can't seem to get these words out It's hard to breathe And I can't seem to shake this doubt I'm feeling weak My pain still lives within this pencil Hard to speak But I hope I can Repent still
It's hard to see Heavy rain's falling from the clouds It's hard to hear With this thunder shouting loud A scattered Breeze Keeps hitting like a Knock A steady Beat Like ticking from the Clock
A torn up sheet Still haunts me by the lamp An Awful read With its envelope and stamp Hard to believe The contents of your letter Our mother's gone When just last week you said that she felt better
How can it be A complication with her heart Wish it was me This is tearing me apart A horrid dream I'm swallowed up by fear Mamma don't go Because I still need you here
'I'm not sure if the concept on the poem is hard to grasp. It's about someone who got a letter from home saying that their mother passed away and is struggling to reply to the letter and dealing with his feelings for losing his mom.